This chapter was supposed to be longer, and include Monday, but this is all I can write for now and I am afraid that I will stop for a long time after this. But I don't know if I will. So I am giving you what was done.
And the only reason this got written is because I was sick from school today and I was bored.
I encourage all of you to read my other story, For Now under my other name Hollywoodgirl745, because I really want more than 2 reviews.
Oh and if some of the stuff is wrong in here, sorry I haven't written this story in forever.
Oh and even if I do write more, you can't have it until I get more then 6 reviews. So tell all your friends to review if you want to know what happens.
Disclaimer- Like a love of rap, it is simply not mine.
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"So what are you going to do about, you know, Monday?" Megan asked her older brother.
"Just go most likely," Drake began, "It's either that or school."
Megan stared at her older brother. He would go see someone he hated rather then go to school? What the hell? Then it clicked in her mind. He doesn't want to upset mom, or anyone else.
"You don't want to upset mom?" Megan questioned, knowing the answer when she looked into Drake's brown eyes for a second. His brown eyes she realized, if you bothered to look, said that this boy was holding a terrible secret A secret that would make you wince when told of it, even though it wasn't your secret to hold, your secret to bear. But Megan knew in today's society no one ever bothered to look. Not even her.
"No it's just," he looked at Megan, realizing she wasn't as dumb as she looked. His shoulders sagged and he nibbled on his bottom lip a few times. "Yeah."
He was expecting some miraculous advice from her. I mean, she could come up with all those pranks; couldn't she come up with a solution to this?
"Well, it's your choice," she said, turning to walk away.
"Megan!" he stopped her. She turned around at him, waiting for a question or comment.
"That's all you have to say? I mean COME ON! You come up with all those pranks, and you can't come up with an answer to this?"
"I'm not a miracle worker, Drake." She replied, then turning back around and walking up the stairs.
Great, Drake thought. Old Megan was resurfacing. Nice, sensitive Megan was dissolving. Well I guess I'll tell mom I'm coming on Monday.
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"Hey Drake." My mom said when I walked into the kitchen. She was playing with a balled up tissue. She tore at the edges. Slowly killing Drake with each tear. She had been crying and it hurt to know she was crying because of me.
"Hey mom," I said, putting on my best smile, "I just wanted to tell you I'll be there tomorrow."
Her frown that had turned into a fake smile, magically turned into a genuine smile as she ran over to hug me. Finally I can make someone happy.
Thank you Drakie," she said while hugging me.
"Anytime," I answered.
"You don't really hate him, do you?"
I can't lie to her.
I can't.
I can't.
I can't.
I am.
"No, I must have been PMSing or something. You know maybe I'm like half-girl." I said quickly. What the hell Drake? PMSing?
My mom let out a small laugh, shaking her head.
"Get to bed Drake," she said in-between her little laughs.
Oh yeah. It's like 11 at night, and the cemetery is bright and early-11am. That's early for me. Shut up.
Once I opened the door to my room the first thing I noticed was the pity stare. I don't want pity. At all.
"Dear Josh, Quit it with the pity stare. Love, Drake." I said. I love talking to people in letters. It's funny.
He looked lost at my letter thing, and then caught on.
"Dear Drake, I am not giving you a pity stare. Love, Josh"
"Dear Posh. I mean Josh. Yes you are. Stop it. Love, Drake."
"Dear Drakie poo, shut up I am not. Love, Josh."
"Dear Joshy woshy, yes, you are you Oprah loving freak. Love, Drake"
"Dear Drake, shut up you stupid, girl obsessed, teenage punk. Love, Josh."
"Dear Mr. Winfrey, This is Oprah. I want a divorce. No love, Oprah."
Josh's face went surprised and he replied with, "YOU DID NOT JUST GO THERE! YOU WILL PAY!"
Josh chucked a pillow and the brown haired, brown eyed boy and ran into his bed, already into his Scobby-Doo pajamas.
Drake laughed as he tried to fix his hair that was hit with the demon pillow. For the first time since he was 3 years old, Drake Parker could change his shirt without being worried about people seeing his back.
R&R
I'm seeing fob in a week. I'm really excited. Mhmm.