It's My Room
Drake Parker sat in his room. He hated his Mom for moving on so quickly. Walter the Weather Man from Channel 5 was going to be his new father. He didn't need a new father. He already had one. Even if he wasn't tangable anymore he was still there. Drake played his guitar. He was going to have to share his room with Josh Nichols, the dorkiest kid in school. Josh Nichols was going to be his stepbrother.
"Drake." Audrey yelled to her son. "They're going to be here any minute. I want you to make a good impression."
Drake didn't care, he pretended not to hear it. He didn't want a brother, he didn't want a father. He'd taken care of his mother and Megan for the past 8 years. He could take care of them for the rest of forever.
"Drake Parker!" His mother yelled as she uplugged his guitar from the amp. "You get your butt downstairs before I count to three."
"Oh come on, that doesn't work anymore."
"One...Two..." she started. She knew she'd never have to get to three. She knew her son would not want to be grounded on a Saturday night.
"Fine, fine. I'm not going to like it though." He retorted as he jumped off the bed.
"Never said you had too."
Megan was sitting on the couch swinging her legs back and fourth. She was wearing a denim skirt and a pink top. She looked nice for once, not like the evil little girl she normally was. Drake sat down next to her. Audrey turned off the T.V.
"Alright, if you two don't want to get grounded then you better listen carefully." She began hands on her hips. "Walter and Josh are moving in with us. If you don't like it..." she glared at Drake who shot her back. "I don't care. You two aren't going to ruin this night. Megan, you'll behave like a normal little girl, no pranks, no jokes, nothing. Drake you act like you want to be friends with Josh. You act nice and respectable. That clear?" She finished, receving nods from both of her kids.
"Dad, I don't like Drake Parker. He's the kid that made fun of me, then again he still makes fun of me." Josh complained in the car on the way to their house.
"Josh. You know how much I love Audrey. I hope that means something to you." Walter informed his son. Who in return just sat there in the seat. How could he expect his father to understand that Drake Parker had made his life hell, ever since they met in fourth grade. The year everything got messed up.
"They're here!" Audrey said elated as the door bell rang. She opened it and greated the Nichols'. "You must be Josh, I've heard so much about you." Audrey oohed as she shook Josh's hand and lead him through the door. "Hey, Walter." She smiled as she hugged him.
Josh walked over and sat down in the chair next to the couch that Megan and Drake occupied. Drake and Josh shot cold glares back at each other. Neither wanting to be in this situation.
'He called you bed wetter.'
'He's the biggest dork you know.'
'I hate him.'
'I hate him so much.'
"You must be Drake." Walter said shaking Drake's hand. "And you must be Megan." He said moving on to her next. "I'm sure you know that I'm Walter. You don't have to call me Dad or anything, Walter's fine." It was apparent that Walter was nervous. Audrey catching that and also wanting some time alone with him sent the boys upstairs.
"Drake why don't you show Josh your room." Audrey suggessted with more of a 'do-it' tone then a suggestive tone. Drake picked up on it.
"Josh, this way." Drake said leading the way to his room.
They got outside the doorway and Drake stopped. Both boys stood there still not wanting to be there. "I know you don't want to be here, because I don't want you here. I never asked for a brother or a father. I'm just fine without one. Just so you know this is my room, you get the bed and your closet that's all. You don't touch anything and I have the right to sell whatever I want of yours on the internet. You don't talk to me or make eye contact while in this room. The only time you are allowed to acknowledge my pressence is in front of our parents. Understood."
Josh nodded. He knew that any false move while living with Drake Parker would mean that the whole school would know one of his deepest secrets. He didn't want to risk it. Drake opened the door and both boy's walked in. "That's your bed in the corner." Drake said pointing to Josh's bed. Josh began unpacking his clothes. He wanted to make small talk but all attempts failed.
"Cool room." Josh stated hoping that Drake would talk to him.
"What did I just tell you Josh?" Drake asked him.
"Oh, yeah."
Drake plugged his guitar into his amp and began to play. Josh began to organize his clothes by sleeve length and color, realizing that Drake would probably think it was uncool he just threw the remaints into the small closet by his bed. He sat down on his bed and watched as Drake played his guitar. Josh was sure that he'd be a rock star. He was good, really good. Josh just hoped that living with him would bring around some kind of miracle. Maybe for once Drake would notice him as something more than just a geek. Maybe he'd see him as a cool brother. Like that would happen.
"Dinner!" Audrey yelled up the stairs.
Josh got up and walked towards the door. He paused when he noticed Drake wasn't leaving.
"Drake, dinner." Josh siad trying to be nice.
"What did I say earlier?" Drake asked again. Josh shrugged and walked downstairs. The whole family, minus Drake, was sitting around the dinner table. There were three seats left. Josh sat next to Megan figuring that Drake would want to sit alone.
"Is Drake still upstairs?" Audrey asked Josh.
"Yeah, he's playing his guitar." Josh replied always one to answer adults questions.
"I'll be back." Audrey smiled as she got up from the table. She walked up to Drake's room. She heard the guitar and she instantly knew her son was royally pissed this time. She knew he would be. She didn't doubt it for a minute. She'd replaced his dad with someone new. It hurt her too, but she understood that forcing Drake to share a room with someone he didn't enjoy would make it worse for him.
"Drake?" she asked softly as she entered the door. He stopped playing and once he saw her rolled his eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me." She joked as she walked up to his bed. She had to give it to him, his room was definatley his. He'd spent so much time working on it last summer. "I know your angry." she said as she placed her hand on his knee.
"Angry is an understatement." He stated as he placed his guitar on his bed. "You just replaced Dad."
"I understand that. And I know you don't like Josh. He doesn't like you either. Walter and I had a discussion about it. We want you two to try." Audrey explained. She knew Drake didn't want to hear it.
"Try to what Mom? You want me to try to like him? I can't he's just so, dorky. He's the one everyone laughs at in school. If people know he lives with me, well people won't like me anymore."
"Would you listen to yourself. Is being cool what it's all about. Drake there's more to life then being cool."
"Yeah, like what?" Drake asked jumping off the bed. "If you want me to eat, I'll eat. I'll make small talk and act like I enjoy it. But let me tell you, I won't. I won't like any of it. I never will." He said as he walked out of the room. Audrey stood there and sighed. It was going to be a long road.
Dinner was filled with silence. Small talk failed early on when Walter asked Drake how he liked school. The monotonus reply of, "It sucks." Made Walter fear of asking him more questions. Drake excused himself within five minutes of sitting down. He went back up to his room where at least he could be by himself for a little bit.
He turned on the T.V., nothing good was on. He flipped through the channels, Oprah was on, he left it there he needed a good laugh.
"Here we have little Sally who saved her mother from dying in the Nevada Dessert."
Drake laughed. Josh walked in the room, seeing Drake watching Oprah gave him slight hope that they could find something to bond over.
"You like Oprah?" Josh asked as he watched Drake's confused face.
"No, nothing else is on and I needed a good laugh. You don't like it do you?" Drake questioned, but Josh didn't need to reply. His face which had turned a light red said it all. "You like Oprah? How do you believe this crap? A little girl knows how to save her mom in a dessert?" Drake laughed.
"Shut up."
"You don't tell me to shut up, it's my room." Drake informed Josh, incase he forgot.
"It's my room too." Josh shot back.
"Oh yeah? I don't recall you spending your whole summer remodling the attic into a room. I don't recall you helping ME build that bed. I don't recall you junk yard shopping to find the T.V. and the couch. It's MY ROOM and what I say goes." Drake yelled. Josh didn't back down and Drake had no where else to go.
"You know I never asked or wanted to be your stepbrother."
"I never wanted to be yours either. I never wanted Walter to replace my Dad. He'll never be my Dad. Ever." Drake yelled more.
"I hate you Drake Parker. You called me Tubby and told people I wet the bed. You made my life hell." Josh shot back.
"I don't care. I hate you too. Fine you take the ROOM I WORKED ON ALL SUMMER. I'm sleeping somewhere else." Drake hissed as he grabbed his guitar and the blankets off his bed and stormed downstairs. His mother saw him, she had the feeling that he was going to cave soon. Drake was always rash and stubborn like that. Always acting out.
"Where do you think you're going?" Audrey demanded as she intercepted her son at the front door.
"Away from here." Drake said sternly. "Josh can have the room I spent the whole summer on. I'm sleeping outside." Drake opened the door. His mother followed him outside. He placed his pillow on the grass and threw the blanket over him.
"Drake you get back inside and back into your room."
"If he's gone then yes, if not then no."
"Get your ass back in there before I count to three."
"It won't work this time. I'm sleeping out here that's that." Drake huffed. He was stubborn.
"One...two..."
He didn't budge.
"Three."
Still there outside.
"That's it. You get your butt inside now. And I mean NOW unless you want your saturday nights and guitar privalages gone. YOU UNDERSTAND?" Audrey yelled. She meant buissiness and Drake knew that. He got up gathered the belongings in his arms and shot his mother the coldest of all looks.
"Just so you know I hate every part of this. And don't expect me to be nice. Because nice isn't want I do." Drake whispered as he walked in through the door. Walter watched as Drake shot him a glare as he walked up to his room.
Drake threw open the door seeing Josh still sitting watching Oprah a smile on his face. Drake placed his guitar down and threw the rest back on his bed. Josh watched in silence. Drake threw off his shirt and put on a new one, followed by pajama pants. He brushed his teeth and then proceeded to spit out the window, he rinsed his mouth out with Dr. Fizz and spit that out the window too. Josh resisted the urge to say anything. Drake jumped up the ladder into his bed and threw the covers over himself. The T.V. was still on so Josh went back to watching Oprah. Drake got up like he was forgetting something, grabbed the remote and turned off the T.V.
"I've heard enough bull shit tonight." He muttered as he threw the covers back over his head.
Josh decided that he didn't want to make Drake madder than he was so he turned off the lights and got into bed. He swore he heard Drake crying, muffled as it was. He pretended to fall asleep, he didn't want Drake to know he heard him crying.
Okay so, still no reviews...oh well. I'll keep posting eventually I'll get some more. I want to know what people think of this story line. I'm thinking I'm going to butcher the idea of slash...it seems just a little odd. Then again, you never know.