A/N: Hey guys! I worked hard on this chapter and in a lot of ways it connected with my life and I actually got a little emotional over it. So, I may be crying as I type this, listening to Three Days Grace. It's not really that sad, but if u knew me u'd understand. Well, enough with my sob story, I am just wasting your time. Enjoy the chapter and tell me what you think of it, please. Especially if you really like it.

"Straightjacket Feeling"

Chapter 3: Venom and Fever

Danielle had just seen and heard the whole thing. She had come to tell Dillon to hurry up and get ready, when she heard Drake telling his story.

Dillon was still a bit shell-shocked at Drake's revelations.

"Dillon, I need fashion advice."

"I'm here to help."

Drake wanted to laugh.

"Dude, shut up. I enjoy this kind of thing."

Danielle grabbed Dillon and dragged him into her room, with her huge closet.

"Ok, what's the emergency?"

Danielle didn't know if she should tell Dillon she knew or not. She sat on her bed.

"This isn't a fashion emergency is it?"

"No, not really."

Dillon sat beside her, "What's up?"

"I kind of overheard you and Drake's conversation."

Dillon felt the urge to roll his eyes, but knew she was trying to be serious, "How much did you hear?"

"The part about the dream until you were amazed. But, I didn't do it on purpose. Mom told me to come and tell you to hurry up and I heard voices and was frozen in place.."

"I've done that before.. sometimes you just can't help but overhear."

"Is Drake ok?"

"Yeah, he's just dealing with a lot right now."

Danielle looked sad, "Drake is hot!"

"What!?"

"Just joking, Dillon. I barely know him. I just feel like it's my job to help him feel better."

"That's the great thing about you; you always want to help someone else," he noticed how lonely she was and wrapped his arms around her and held her.

Danielle held her brother close; she loved him so much, "Thanks, Dillon."

Dillon kissed her cheek, "Any time."

"Now that you mention it, I do need your help," she showed him a white bubble skirt with black leggings under it and held up two pairs of shoes.

"I like the skirt and leggings. Very sexy and fashionable."

"I just happen to be both. Do ya think I should wear wedges or flats with this skirt?"

Dillon deliberated for a while, "Definitely the flats."

"What kind of shirt?"

"You probably want to go for a long, layered look."

Danielle's eyes lit up, "Thanks! I love you. This ensemble is perfect."

Dillon and smiled and went to his room.

Drake was looking at his millions of shoes, "Having fun?"

"Actually..yeah. I really like these," he held up a pair of black Vans.

"Yeah, me too. Want to borrow them?"

"Yeah," he pulled off his shoes and put on the Vans. Drake looked at his reflection in the mirror, "I look insanely HOT!"

"Babe, you look sexy," Danielle entered the room in the outfit her and Dillon had picked out.

Drake turned around to face her, "You look sexy as.."

Dillon shoved him and Drake shut his mouth.

Danielle looked at Dillon, "What the hell are you wearing?"

Dillon was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, "What's wrong with this?"

"It's too normal," Danielle started going through his clothes. She threw him some ripped jeans, a blue and white button down shirt and a black pair of Vans similar to Drake's. She pushed Dillon into the bathroom and threw Drake a black beanie and messed with his hair and put his bangs in his eyes.

"Damn.. my hair looks good."

"Hair is everything."

Drake looked like he was in love Danielle seemed like the perfect girl for him.

Dillon came back, "Any more complaints?"

"Actually, yeah. Your hair is too flipped out," she dragged Dillon into the bathroom and was straightening his hair.

Drake just busted out laughing.

Dillon came back with his hair plastered to his face and his ends were slightly flipped out.

"Ya'll look perfect!" declared Danielle.

They went downstairs. Mrs. Mathis greeted them with a good morning.

"Wanna ride with me in my vette?" Drake directed at Dillon.

"Sure. Mom, we'll just grab breakfast on the way."

"Ok, have a great day."

Dillon and Drake walked outside there was a black F-150 blocking Drake in the driveway.

"Sweet ride."

"Thanks," Danielle walked out of the house.

Drake watched her as she got into the truck. She was full of surprises.

"Drake, with as much as you have going on, I really don't think you need relationship stress too."

Drake came out his trance and remembered what they were talking about and felt it all wash over him, engulfing him. He got in and started the engine. He put his Hinder CD in as he was waiting on Dillon to get in. He drove a few miles to the Starbucks and ordered two coffees. Then, he made the drive to school. He and Dillon sipped their drinks and parked. Drake parked his car.

"Drake, you've got to get that dream out of your head. If you don't you're only going to torture yourself more. Get it together."

"It's not just the dream, it's fucking everything!"

"You need to vent and get your frustration out. Just don't go writing these sad ass 'I'm gonna kill myself songs'."

They started walking into school and of course, all the girls were excited to see Drake and Dillon. They looked extra hot thanks to Danielle. Marc Vanzant and almost all the skaters in school were blocking their passage.

"What the hell do you want?" drawled Drake.

"You usually stay calm and cool. Something's eating you and you're pissed about it," growled Marc.

"If this is about my clothes you can just go and fuck youself," snarled Dillon.

"Damn, I knew that fire was in you somewhere."

"Stop fuckin around. What's this about?"

"There are skater haters everywhere, they hate us because we are different. Pasedina High had declared war on Belleview. Prejudice doesn't fly with me. I'm not going to take this lying down. The main people that are after us are football players and preps."

"We aren't prejudiced against over-achieving rich kids," argued Dillon.

"You don't understand, they want to hurts us. Make us die for not being one of them."

"Hell no! I don't want some damn idiots tearing in here and commiting hate crimes."

"Dillon, hold your tongue for once. What do we have to do with this? We are our own group.Stereotypes separate people," intervened Drake.

"We need someone on our side that has power. You and Dillon are popular, people wpn't touch ya'll because of your names."

"Ok, look I don't want people victimizing you for who all of you are. I won't put up with this crap. And I really don't know what to do about it."

"Beat their mother fuckin asses."

"Of course, that's how you handle everything, Dillon. Violence, you run your mouth too much and you're like a fire cracker about to explode of anger."

"I can't help it, my temper's short. You don't want to piss me off."

Marc rolled his eyes.

"Cool out, Dillon. I know we've had our differences, but I don't want skaters to be terroized like blacks were. They want a war, they've got it," said Drake.

"So what do we do?" asked Marc.

"No one should travel anywhere outside school without a group of friends. We'll just see what happens, first of all."

"I'll keep you updated on it."

"Alright, thanks Marc."

"Catch ya later, blondie," Marc grinned at Dillon and walked off.

Dillon wanted to gag, "What the hell is his problem?"

"Dillon.. I think someone's got a crush," Drake laughed, he knew that would set Dillon off.

"Dude, its not funny. Fuck no! I'm not a fag."

"Chill, I was just kidding. I don't know what his problem is. He was probably just messing with you."

"Lets hope so. Man, I can't believe that. Back in Playa Linda, there were not that many skater haters there. No one really cared about the skaters; they were just like everyone else."

"Only they're not. They are creative people and I respect that."

"Drake.. I know you want to be an individual, but all this stuff about a war is just too much on you. I think you need to chill.. blow off some steam."

Drake grinned. "You always know just what to say, don't you?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"I know how I can chill. I got tickets to Taking Back Sunday in 2 weeks. Want to go?"

"Dude! They're my idols."

"I take it you'll go, then?"

"Hell yeah! I love you Drake, you got to be the best friend a guy could have."

"Yeah, yeah. You can thank me by having an awesome time."

"Don't worry, I will."

An idea had just occured to Drake. But, he had to execute it very carefully, so Dillon wouldn't go off too bad.

"I just remembered.. I have an extra ticket. Think your sister would want to go?"

"Yeah, Dani loves them just as much as I do."

Danielle walked up beside them, "What?"

"Taking Back Sunday. Drake's got tickets."

"No, shit! It's been sold out for months."

"Me, you, Dillon, and Taking Back Sunday in 2 weeks."

Danielle hugged Drake and kissed him on the cheek, "Oh my gosh! Thank you, Drake," she slapped a high five with Dillon.

Drake was glad he had finally done something right. He liked Taking Back Sunday himself, the lyrics were unique and they inspired him. The concert would be rockin'.

"Glad I can take ya'll."

The rest of they day passed easily and all thoughts about the war were wiped from Drake's mind.

As soon as Dillon got home, he plugged up his amp and was practicing intros and solos from Taking Back Sunday. He was glad to vent some of his energy into his guitar. Danielle came in with her guitar and joined in the intro for "Spin". The chords pulsated through the house.

Mrs. Mathis was downstairs in the kitchen, cleaning. She smiled, something good must have happened for her kids to be in a good mood together. She flashed back to their early days. Dillon and Danielle had been inseperable from the day they were born, and it was still the same. Dillon was older by a minute. They had always taken care of each other. Dillon and Danielle were blessed with musical ability. Then, her thoughts turned to her lover, Brad Mathis.

Deanna Jones had met Brad Mathis in college. Brad had fallen for her charm and long legs that seemed a mile long. Deanna was known for her bad temper and was full of spirit. Brad was soft spoken and overly full of himself. They were two halves of one whole. They were everything the other wasn't. After they both graduated, they were married in Hawaii. All their family and high school/college friends had attended.

Dillon and Danielle were conceived three years after their marriage. They day after their vacation in the Bahamas, Deanna found our she was pregnant with the twins. They figured two kids was enough, but they were twins. They would grow up and move out at the same time. This saddened her, but she loved her life. Deanna is a fashion designer and Brad is a music producer. Big surprise there, no wonder they were so into music. Deanna broke out of her flashbacks when she heard the door open. In walked the love of her life, Brad Mathis. Tall, muscular, long blonde hair, and crystal sapphire piercing blue eyes. Deanna threw her arms around him and kissed his neck.

"What's gotten into you today, babe?"

"I've juat been thinking about you today. I feel alone."

Brad smelled the fear on her and wrapped his arms protectively around her. She leaned into him and they went up to their bedroom.

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Meanwhile, Drake was at home thinking about Danielle. He liked her but his friendship with Dillon means a lot to him. He also needs to focus on being different and the war. He didn't know how he was going to handle it. He knew he would have plenty of back up though. Damn, he needed some love in his life. He missed girls, but then remembered how he had treated them and his heart would freeze over. He felt like he was going insane. All these thoughts were colliding in his mind. He felt trapped. Then, a knock at the door broke him out of his inner conflicts. Danielle strolled in wearing shorts and a tank top, her arms and legs were shining with sweat.

"Damn, now I have to deal with her along with everything else."

She sat down beside him on his bed. She looked at his eyes, they were pleading as if something was going on inside him. Drake's testosterone was mixing with his confusion, "Hey Danielle. What brings you here?"

"Well, I had volleyball practice and figured I'd stop by and say hey. Drake, is everything ok?"

"Kind of, the Pasadina preps have declared war on Belleview's skaters because they don't like different people and view them as a threat. Well, Marc Vanzant came to me about it because he needs people on his side and me and Dillon decided to help."

"I am all about individualism. I want to fight."

"I don't know what's gonna go down or how safe it's going to be."

"Don't worry about it. I bet Dillon was ready to kick someone's ass when he heard about it."

"God, yeah. He was so pissed. I told him to cool it, but Marc was flirting with him and than burned him up even more."

"My brother is not gay. And anyway, it doesn't surprise me he was furious. He hates it when people try to control him."

"That's one nasty temper he's got."

"Yeah, he's always had it. But, Taking Back Sunday cheered him up. We got home and was rocking out on our guitars."

"You play guitar?"

"Of course, our dad is a music producer. Our family is very musical."

"I'm sure he could've got you tickets easily."

"Well actually no. He doesn't get to work with the big bands. He gets to interview lesser known bands and work with them. If they have talent, he sends them to a record company. He prepares them and gets them better."

"That is so cool. So, you must be a good guitarist."

"Yeah, you should see Dillon. He is kick ass on guitar."

Drake got up and plugged in his guitar and handed it to her, "Spin, intro."

Danielle cranked it up and played with style.

"Damn, you're good."

"I'm even better on drums."

Drake tossed her his sticks.

She went to his drum set.

"Ok, we'll play Spin. Keep the tempo up and make sure it doesn't drag down. Because, as you know the drummer sets the tempo for the rest of the band. Guide me through it."

Danielle clicked her sticks, "5,6,7,8," she started out setting the tempo. But when the guitar part started speeding up, she kicked it into some fast paced drumming. Always keeping the beat. She had the beat inside her, it lived and breathed in her.

"Congratulations, you're my new chick on sticks."

"Awesome! I've always wanted to be in a band. Thanks for the opportunity, Drake."

"Any time, you're the best drummer I've ever had. You can actually keep time."

Danielle hugged him tightly.

Drake felt her close proximity and hugged her close.

"You smell good," his cologne swept over her in a wave of heat.

"Thanks," he was holding onto her for dear life, and was drinking in every bit of her he could.

Dillon opened the door and saw them like that, locked together. He had seen the burning desire in Drake's eyes.

"Hey Dillon," smiled Danielle.

Dillon slammed the door and left.

Alarm had settled in Drake's eyes, he held Danielle out in front of him and ran his hands down her arms, "I'll take care of Dillon."

"Are you sure?" She was so intoxicated by Drake, she could barely register what had just happened.

"Yeah, I'll be back," he reluctantly released her and dashed through the door.

"Dillon!" He looked around the house and didn't see him. He looked outside. Dillon was walking to his car, "Dillon, wait!"

Drake looked into his betrayed, flaming blue eyes.

Anger and hatred ripped through Dillon's heart, it was like an angry beast that had been released from it's prison, "That's the only reason you are my friend, is just to get your hands on another hot girl, you can play with and then throw away. Geuss what, Dani's different than all those other girls you toyed with, and you can't have her."

Dillon's words sliced through Drake like icy cold poison on the blade piercing his heart, where it hurt most. There was some truth to Dillon's words, Drake realized. And it shattered the layer of redemption he had built around his past and present.

"Dillon," Drake choked out, "That day with Marc I stood up for you, I didn't know you had a sister. I didn't know until two weeks after we had become friends. You were the light in my darkness. This darkness is overpowering me. Danielle came by to say hi amd she played some on my guitar and she rocked, but she said you were better. She started drumming while I was playing and she's one hell of a drummer. I invited her to join the band. She was just thanking me for the opportunity. This friendship was never about your sister. It was about us fighting overcoming the collectivism and fighting it together."

Dillon looked like he had been shot. The look of shock shone purely on his face. Everything he had assumed was wrong. He let his anger impair his better judgement. Now, he had hurt Drake even more with his venemous words that stung like poison, "Drake, I didn't mean those things I said. I let my anger get the better of me, instead of thinking. Please forgive those sinful words I just spoke."

Drake was relieved that he had his friend back on his side. All past thoughts were wiped away as he hugged his best friend. Dillon knew what Drake would say and it was unnecessary for him to speak.

"That's so awesome about the band, Dani's always wanted to be in one. Man, I'm so happy for her."

"Yeah, she proved herself well. You have a shot, also. If your skills are good as she says, you're definitely in."

"Hell Yeah! Drake you are too good to us."

"You've done a lot for me, helping me through all my fucked up problems with myself."

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A/N: Wow! What a long chapter, hope you guys enjoyed it. It probably sounded a little slashy to you. I want to know what my readers want before I make a decision. I have been told that if I pair Dillon and Drake together this could be a great story. I have considered that. But, I love having him with Danielle, also. So, guys tell me who you want him to be with. Danielle or Dillon? I would appreciate it, I want to know what ya'll think. I need opinions. So, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW Until Chapter 4 then!

-Erika :)