"Drake! Drake!" a voice in the distance screamed. Drake's eyelashes fluttered open. He was lying face down in his pillow, his rear in the air, a very comfortable position.
"Drake!" the voice called again.
"What!"
"Get down here, boob! Mom wants you!" It was Megan.
Drake groaned and pulled his covers over his head.
Minutes passed.
"NOW!"
Drake threw the soft covers off angrily and sat up. His hair was matted and his eyes were red. He slowly descended from his bunk bed and cringed when his feet touched the cold, hard, floor. As his eyes focused, he realized that there was nothing to focus on.
The room was bare.
All of Josh's stuff was gone and so was the rest of the furniture. All that was left were Drake's bed and his junk thrown into one corner.
"Whaa...?" he breathed. He ran out of the room. "Megan!"
He leaped down the stairs in a few quick movements, but stopped short when he got to the living room. Boxes covered the floor.
"Megan, what's going on?" he yelped.
Megan's head popped out of the kitchen.
"Get in here!" she growled. "You're so lazy. Finally mom told me to wake you up. It's already 11:00 and I've done most of the work, while you've been sleeping with your butt in the air this whole time..." she mumbled to herself as she finished taping shut a small cardboard box.
Drake stared blankly.
"You're so slow. Look, Josh hit it big. He's a millionaire now from that Dr. Fizz commercial and bought a mansion in LA. We're moving today. Well, you're not, but that's not my problem." She picked up another box and started to stuff more kitchen supplies inside of it.
"You've gotta be kidding! There's no way Josh could've aced that commercial. He's sucks at acting!"
"Yeah, well, he did it."
"Wait a sec. Did you just say that I'm not going with you?"
"Uh, yeah, boob. Josh banished you from his life, remember? Now go do something useful and quit nagging me."
"But-"
"I said begone!" Megan shot Drake an evil glare that could melt wax. Drake turned and walked out of the kitchin totally bewildered. This doesn't make any sense, he thought. How could this all happen so fast? Josh got the call last night. Why am I banished! Oh my gosh-
The sound of the front door opening and two mover men scrambling inside woke Drake from his thoughts. The two men proceeded to pick up the couch and slowly carry it outside. Then, two very large men in black suits with black sunglasses and badges came in. Behind them Drake heard Josh's voice. Suddenly, the press began shooting photos and asking him questions. Quickly, the men pulled Josh inside and shut the door.
"Josh!" Drake ran over to his brother but the bodyguards swiftly stepped in front of him.
"No one is aloud a word with Mr. Nichols."
"Uh, but I'm his brother, sir."
"Oh." They looked at eachother and nodded. "I'm sorry, Mr. Parker, but you are especially forbidden to speak with our client. He has banished you from his life. If you'd like to speak with his sister, that can be arranged."
"His sister!"
Then, Megan came walking out of the kitchen and nodded to the guards. Audrey and Walter suddenly appeared.
"Drake, we're leaving now. You can visit the mansion, although I don't think you'll be getting in. Have a nice life."
And they left. They left Drake all alone standing in the cold silence of the bare house.
Drake stared at the front door. What just happened? he thought dazed. When the door busted open and two policeman jumped inside, he rolled his eyes. This is insane.
"Put your hands in the air and stand like a statue!" they hollered.
Drake put his hands up and posed. The police frowned. "Oh a smart guy, eh? Don't move! We're confiscating all of your personal belongings, Drake Parker. You are officialy efficted from this house. Vacate the premisis immediately!"
"Wait, you can't-"
"Move, now!" The policeman pointed a gun to his back, shoved him outside, and slammed the door in his face. Drake's mouth gaped. No way!
Soon dark fell upon the neighborhood. Drake sat on the curb in front of his house, sulking. I gotta get to LA, but how? In front of him, in the fog of night, stood his answer. My bike! He leaped from the sidewalk and onto his bike. Surprisingly, it only took a few minutes to treverse the country. I should do this more often.He parked his bike in front of Josh's mansion. It was awesome.
Suddenly, Drake felt a pang of jealousy shoot through him. He couldn't believe this was happening, to Josh of all people. It should be him in the spotlight and him living in this enormous house, sitting in a pile of money with his face on the TV rocking the world with his music. Then he'd leave Josh behind and see how he likes it.
He hopped up the front steps of the white mansion and rang the doorbell. A well groomed butler came to the door. "Yes?" his eyebrow raised, he examined Drake's pajamas. " May I help you, sir?" his voice was english.
"Yes. Yes you can. I'm looking for Josh Nichols. I'm his step brother." Drake emphasized the word step. He was seething inside from what Josh did to him.
"One moment, sir."
Yes! I'm gettin' in.
A few moments later two large men in black suits stepped outside. The bodyguards.
"Um...heh...hi." Drake stuttered. They're very tall.
"You are forbidden to speak with Mr. Nichols. If you come again, you will be arrested."
"But-"
The guard's eye twitched and he growled. His partner punched his palm.
"Um, you know what? I'm gonna take your word for it. I'll...be...leaving now. Heh." Drake ran down the steps and hopped on his bike. But he only pedaled to the end of the street and turned around. He slowly made his way back to the mansion and parked his bike under a large palm. I'm getting in that house.
Drake stood thinking, racking his brain for an idea of some sort. C'mon, stupid... He examined the large mansion. The property was enormous and beautifully manicured. Then he saw it. There was a fence around the back of the house. Why didn't I see that before? Drake tiptoed quietly, ducking under trees and behind bushes to keep from being spotted by all seeing eyes inside the mansion. Finally, he reached his destination.
Drake stood on a bucket and peaked his head over the tall whitewashed fence. There Josh sat in his jacuzzi surrounded by girls, being fed chocolate bon bons and... Dude! He has Mocha Cola fountain! Drake gritted his teeth. He spotted Oprah making her way to a large stage stationed near the house. Well, he really got his biggest wish, didn't he? Oprah began talking into the microphone and saying how great Josh was and how he was so natural at his acting and that she was going to make him her assistant in her show, she loved him that much.
Drake shot a glance at Josh. He was grinning from ear to ear. Drake rolled his eyes.
But, then, it happened.
Just as Josh was making his way to the stage to accept Oprah's promotion, he stopped short. He clutched his heart and suddenly collapsed.
Drake's eyes bulged and his heart stopped. He leaped over the fence and ran through the crowds, knocking down a few things on the way. The crowd gasped and grew frantic. Drake fell by Josh's side and held him in his arms.
"Dude! Wake up! Josh, open you eyes!" Drake's heart raced as he fumbled to find Josh's pulse. But there was none. He was gone.
Drake's eyes began to well with tears and he breathed heavily. Suddenly, the two bodyguards grabbed him by the arms and dragged him out front, where they tossed him into the manicured lawn, face first. Drake lie heartbroken.
Drake sat on the sidewalk outside the cold, towering, mansion. He cupped his head in his hands. He felt a tap on his shoulder and jumped. It was Megan.
"What up, boob?" she sighed.
"Evil. So...how's Josh? Is he still..." his voiced trailed off.
"Still dead? Yeah, pretty much. But the good news is I get the mansion."
"Are you really that vain!" Drake's voice was unsteady with grief.
"Wow, good job, boob, you said a big word! And, yes, I am. We're having the funeral tomorrow. Oh, I almost forgot. Here's his will. Read it and weep."
Drake snatched the document out of the sinister being's hands. He was in shock that she could really be so heartless. He read the will.
"What! I don't get ANYTHING! Nothing at all! Not even a-"
"Penny? No, not a penny. Not a single penny."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO . . .!"
A/N: Quick! Read the next chapter to find out why in the world I wrote this chapter! lol Quick, hurry, go now! And tell me what you thought of all this craziness on your way, please! ;' )