Weeks had past and things were going great. Drake was feeling better and better everyday. Josh and I had become best friends. I stood in the kitchen while the boys were in the living room playing halo 3 yelling at each other abut who to shoot next.
"What do you guys want for dinner?"
I yelled over the sound of gun shots.
"What are you making?"
Josh yelled back.
I left being the mom of one group of boys to be the mom of another group of boys.
"Umm… I can make some chicken and dumplings, Drake you can eat that too!"
"Sounds good!"
Josh yelled back after Drake agreed.
I loved being here I felt like I belonged. The house slowly became my home. I let the house keeper go because I would clean while I was bored during the day and she would come over and have nothing to do. I even showed the boys how to o there own wash! I ran out of money weeks ago but Drake would just hand me his card or cash he said what was his was now mine. I was so scared to get pulled into all of this and being at his place using his money. What would happen if we broke up? I quite my job, my sister took over the lease on my apartment, and I gave my car to my little brother all just to live here.
"I totally got you."
Josh yelled as the boys came into the kitchen. Drake wrapped his arms around my waist.
"It smells really good."
"I know."
"So what are we doing tonight?"
Drake asked laying his head on my back.
"I don't know what do you wanna do?"
I said tilting my head back to look up at him.
"Jason's having a party; I have to make some kind of an appearance."
He was one the rich spoiled kids of Hollywood. I had made a great effort to learn how to tolerate his friends. I would paint on a smile, laugh a lot like they were the funniest people on the earth and always stay close to Drake like I was his helpless puppy. He knew I hated it but he loved it this was like high school for him.
"Sure no problem."
I said smiling at Drake.
Josh rolled his eyes.
"Why don't you come with us?"
I asked Josh giving him a twisted smile
"No thank you!"
I stuck my tongue then showed it to Drake.
"I bet you can't do this?"
I taunted him he just tugged on my hair.
God I missed his tongue I missed having a normal kiss with him I felt like I was kissing a 13 year old with head gear all the time.
"Well we'll leave after dinner."
Drake said walking up the stairs getting ready to jump in the shower.
"Why don't you just tell him you don't want to go?"
Josh asked knowing I hated going to parties in general even more when Drakes friends were going to be there.
"I don't want to start a fight I mean we have been getting along so well lately! I just want to make him happy I guess."
"Well you're not going to be happy."
"Look if I go and put up with them for a couple of hours then he'll be happy and that means I'll be happy. Look don't worry about me I'm fine."
I gave Josh a kiss on the fore head and checked on dinner.
"Dinner will be done in like 10 minutes will you take it out I want to go up and do my hair."
I went and dug through my draws I decided on a black tunic and a pair of jeans. I curled my hair and I was ready in like 45 minutes Drake was still just getting out of the shower.
"Come on babe your worst then a freakin girl! I don't want to be there all night; Josh and I are going to the farmers market in the morning."
I whined trying to get him to hurry up!
"Woah the farmers market you don't say! How gay Ash!"
"Aww… don't be a jerk I wanted to get some good fish for dinner Sunday."
What Drake didn't know was that I was very stuck in my ways with tradition, and Sundays were the worst I had to get up early listen to a little Elvis while getting ready for church come home do laundry and start dinner which was always seafood. I know seafood dinners were supposed to be on Fridays but my family always had pizza Fridays so we would refrained in eating meat in that way.
"So did you think about going to church with me Sunday?"
"Ash… I don't want to!"
Drake whined like a 5 year old.
"Well I'm not going to make you is you don't want to!"
"Why don't you take Josh?"
"Because Josh is Jewish! You should thank god everyday you were born with good looks because I don't think you could get by on brains alone!"
Drake tackled me on to the bed tickling me and making me laugh uncontrollably.
"Drake stop I just did my hair… please baby!"
I said gasping for air trying to wiggle my way out from under him. He let me up I stood up and went to the mirror to fix my hair. Drake sat on the bed watching me.
"I love you, you know?"
"I know."