Summary:
Typical Drake & Josh storyline. Drake and Josh plan to go to a concert where a famous singer will be, but get sidetracked when a mysterious box addressed to Walter shows up and Meghan's pranks take over. Drake also must deal with an annoying girl (who says everything with a "w") from his class, that also shows signs she has a crush on him. When he & Josh go to the concert, something terrible happens.
Disclaimer:
If you think I own anything, go to the nearest psychiatrist. Please. As a service to all humanity.
Note to Readers:
BEHOLD, THE NEXT CHAPTER! Three chapters in a day is pretty freaking good, heh? YAY! Go meee! --hides— Don't hate me for the last chapter pwease…
Story: "Party in a Box"
Chapter: "A Spot of Light"; Sixteen
Written By: Ginger
Extras:
Italics in "quotation marks" symbolize thoughts of
Drake's.
Italic Bold paragraphs are flashbacks.
Italic, Bold, and Underlined "he's refer to the mysterious man.
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Drake felt slowly as if he were floating in the darkness. Floating like he was a feather, on the air. He felt alive, but a deep fog was surrounding him all the same. The darkness was completely surrounding him, so he couldn't figure out where he was, or what he was doing, but it felt wonderful. A painless, slow kind of floating.
Then there-- in the very midst of the darkness, a little light began to show. At first it was very little, and then a little more until it was a large grey spot all around him. The spot was getting brighter and brighter, slowly every second and Drake knew in his heart that within a while he would finally understand where he was. The sparkle of grey continued to get whiter and suddenly a deep, far away voice spoke his name. Drake turned all around, looking for the speaker. Really he was unsure if he were really turning about or if he was just thinking about it in his mind. But never the less, the white spot suddenly flashed like lightning and he heard the voice speak loudly, as if it were right above him: "Drake! Drake!"
In only a split second, Drake's mind seemed to wake up for the first time in forever. He breathed in a deep, struggling breath and felt his body quiver as he blinked his eyes, trying to clear them to vision. "Oh my God, Drake! Oh thank God you're okay!" someone said, throwing their arms around him and holding him very, very close. As his sight began to get slightly better, Drake heard someone else a few feet away say: "Anita, let me check him out and see if he's okay." "No! Not yet, he's just waking up, now." the familiar female voice argued.
Suddenly Drake could see again. The dark hand that had seemed to be held in front of his face had been removed and when he saw clearly, he saw that he was looking directly over Anita's shoulder, at his brother, who was sitting behind her. She had him in her arms, and was holding him very close. "…Nita! Nita, you're here!" he exclaimed, grabbing her closer and breathing in a deep breath of her cologne. "And you're okay!" she smiled happily, pulling back, away, and letting him sit up on his own.
"Josh!" he also exclaimed, nearly leaping across the floor to his brother and throwing his arms around him: "Josh, I had thought that I was--" he let the end of the sentence trail off as he sighed happily and gave him brother one more squeeze before letting go. "Drake, you had us so scared for a minute! We though we might loose you or something awful like that!" his brother laughed, happy that Drake had awoken. "Wait… where exactly am I?" the teen age boy asked, looking about himself and trying to figure out what had really gone on. "In the garage, silly! Do you remember about getting knocked out by the piece of the garage-door opener that popped off and hit you?" Anita asked. "Is… is that what happened?" Drake exclaimed, reaching quickly to the top of his head to feel for blood: "It wasn't one of Meg's pranks?" "No, though I'm surprised it wasn't." Josh chuckled. "Oh, holy snot, did I have a crappy dream." the boy managed to mutter to himself as he shook his head and his brother and girl friend stood. "Here, then," Josh said as the two held out their hands to help him up as well: "Let's go in the kitchen and hear about it. I want to make sure you're feeling okay, before we go and open that crate." Josh answered with a friendly smile as he and the teen girl pulled Drake off of the cold concrete floor.
The three walked at a careful pace toward the kitchen-- Drake in the middle and Anita and Josh on either side, to make sure he wouldn't fall down out of weakness. When they pushed through the swinging door and the slightly jittery boy sat down on a kitchen stool, the other two teenagers leaned against the counter as they listened to him begin to tell the long and involved, high anxiety dream.
"Aww, sweet heart!" Anita exclaimed through mild tears when he ended the re-telling of the reverie, rushing over to him and hugging him to herself: "You poor guy! That's a horrible, horrible dream to have had! And so life-like too!" "Anita, don't cry!" Drake chuckled looking up at her. "Man, brother, that was so intense, I'm having a little trouble myself." Josh said, waving a hand in front of him to fan the tiny tears from his eyes, as well. "Aww, Josh, get over here!" Drake said, pulling away from the girl in his arms and in turn reaching out the same hug to his brother as he came across the floor toward him.
"Well I hope I missed something." Meghan's annoyed, disgusted voice came from the window from the living room. "For gosh sakes, go back to bed, Meghan." Josh said, parting the hug between him and his step brother. "…Why?" she said, monotonally. "Because it's almost two a-em!" he replied back. "No! I don't want to go to bed." she said, blowing out an annoying breath. "Go to bed--" he muttered in a low voice: "Bed!" "No!" "Meghan, if you don't go to bed within the next ten seconds, I'll--" "NO! I'll go to bed when I want and no wimpy sixteen year old boob is going to tell me any different!" she argued. "MEGHAN--" Anita rolled her eyes with a laugh and said: "Megs, go on up to bed and I'll give you a new lip gloss tomorrow, okay?" "And five bucks?" the young girl asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. "Sure--" "Deal!" she said, jumping up from the stool on the living room's side of the window and running off toward the stairs.
Josh looked over at Anita with his mouth open a gape and he said slowly: "How did you… do that!" "I'm a female-- I know how to deal with someone of my own sex!" she shrugged. Shaking his head in unbelief, Josh turned to his brother and pointed toward Anita: "This lady is a keepah!" Drake and the girl both couldn't help but laugh loudly at the boy's manner, but still they both wore slightly pink blushes on their cheeks.
Suddenly a loud ring broke through their thoughts. "Oh crap, not again…" murmured Josh, closing his eyes for a minute, beginning to walk from the room to answer the call of whom they all knew, it was. "Wait!" Drake exclaimed, rushing out of the room as well and up beside Josh, with almost renewed strength: "I'll answer it. I'm not really afraid of him, now and I think I can handle it by myself." Josh faltered for a second and moved his own hand away from the receiver, motioning Drake to pick it up after a moment.
"Hello?" he spoke, in a strange, strong and solid voice.
"Drake, sweetie?"
"Mom! Hey!" he sighed in relief: "What is it?"
"Oh, nothing really. We were just getting ready for bed over here and I wanted to put in a quick call to make sure everything was okay." Audrey's voice answered back on the telephone line in a smiling tone: "Is it alright?"
"Oh, yeah, everything's okay over here pretty much. A minute ago I went out in the garage with Josh and Anita and a piece of the garage door opener fell and kind of knocked me out because I fell so hard." He answered, remembering the fall and rubbing the back of his head carefully, where the piece of heavy metal had hit him.
"What! Drake Parker! Are you alright?" she gasped, worriedly over the telephone.
"He he, mom, don't worry. I'm fine now. Josh and Nita are good care-takers. I had a real bad night mare when I was out, but thankfully it wasn't in real life." He answered with a smile.
"Oh, well… that's good, I guess. But, just be careful okay? I don't want anything to happen to you while we're gone."
With a truthful laugh, Drake shook his head and answered slowly: "Believe me, mom… I don't want anything to happen to me either. Really."
