YAY CHAPTER TWO IS FINALLY UP. :3 It took us a while, I know. xD And there WILL be a chapter three.
Drake sighed, pounding a fist on the table to release some of his frustration. In front of him was a blank piece of paper and a pencil.
"What's wrong, Drakey?" Caine smirked. "That love song too hard a challenge for you?"
"Shut up," Drake growled. "I've already got it written, I'm just revising it. Go work on your drawing of Diana or something."
Caine narrowed his eyes. "I don't feel like it." he said, sitting down on Drakes couch. "Where are the other guys?" He asked.
"They're out getting me a new drum set," Drake said. "I managed to, ahh, persuade them that it would be in their best interest."
"Interesting," Caine said. "And where's Jenny?"
Drake clenched his hand into a fist. "Up your ass," he sneered.
"But you'd be jealous if that were the case Drakey." Caine mocked.
Drake simply glared. "Fuck you Soren." He said, turning his attention back to the sheet of paper.
"No, thanks," Caine said with a smirk. "Wouldn't want Jenny to get mad at me."
"Ugh!" Drake said, wanting badly to hit something. "If you keep distracting me, I'm never going to finish this song!"
Just then, Edilio, Sam, and Quinn burst through the door, lugging a huge box that contained a brand new drum set.
"Put...it...down...right...oof!" Sam panted, squealing as the box landed on his foot.
"…Kosher." Drake said, tapping his pencil on the table.
Caine was laughing at Drakes obvious irritation.
"Drake, man," Edilio said, "can you come help us out with this?"
"Nah," Drake said, leaning back in his chair. "Set it up downstairs for me."
The boys all groaned, and Quinn said, "Not again, brah. I can't take this thing down anymore stairs."
"Too bad." Drake said "Do it. I'm busy writing this piece of shit." He twitched.
Edilio groaned. "Why do WE have to do it?"
"Because you value your lives."
At this, Sam, Quinn, and Edilio all picked up the drum set again and heaved it down the stairs, loudly groaning as they went. "AHHH SHEPARD OF JUDEA THAT WAS MY FOOT." Quinn yelled, already out of Drake and Caine's view.
"Coñaso," cursed Edilio. "We need to move-Sam, why are you on the floor?"
"Not my fault you-hey, Quinn, that was my hand, man!"
They continued on like that, and Drake and Caine could only imagine what the scene downstairs might look like.
"You break it, I break you!" Drake yelled to them, before turning back to the paper. "Fences...lences...mences..." he muttered.
Caine shook his head "How are you in high school English?" He asked. "Oh, Jenny probably tutors you, forgot, sorry."
Drake threw a pencil at his head "Shut. Up."
Caine dodged it. "I don't want to. And that would've been bad. You almost hit my emotional side."
"Yeah," Drake said, "shut up or I'll hit your face with MY emotional side, and we'll see just how bad it is."
Caine shrugged, and Drake was left to ponder the paper alone. He checked the notes on his arm, grinned, and wrote.
Caine whispered "Did Jenny write those?"
"OH MY GOD SHUT UP." Drake thumped Caine over the head with one of his drumsticks.
"Fuck you Merwin, I'm just playing with you." He narrowed his eyes.
"Merwin doesn't play around."
"That's not what Jenny sa-" Before Caine was able to complete his sentence, he had been thrown on the ground.
"Shut. The. Hell. Up." Drake growled, facepalming. "Unless you want me to write this song on your stomach in your own blood."
Caine shrugged, standing up and brushing himself off. He pointed one of his hands at Drake's pencil, which flew across the room. He then quickly went downstairs to where the other three band members where.
Drake got up to make sure that Caine was really gone, and then he tip-toed to the door. "He's gone!" he whispered, "you can come in now!"
"Whats this about a song?" She asked. Drake twitched, running back over to the desk and fumbling around, stuffing the sheet of paper in his pocket.
"What song?" He asked, sounding as oblivious as possible. "I don't know anything about a song."
"What's that in your pocket, then?" She asked, amused. "Your…'wand'?"
"It's…homework," Drake said. "For school."
She snorted. "You. Homework. Haha. Seriously, let me see."
"Never." Drake shook his head. "And my wand is in my other pants thank you very much." He nodded.
She stood still for a moment, analyzing him, before she lunged forward and managed to take the piece of paper.
"Hey, you can't just reach into my pants like that!" Drake protested, but she'd already unfolded the paper.
"Jenny?" She raised an eyebrow. "My names Kira, in case you forgot. Who the hell is Jenny?"
"Nobody." Drake coughed. "It's just a song." He scratched his head "Who said it was about you?" He challenged.
Kira read over the paper. "Nice job, rhyming fences with fences." She said without looking up.
"Why does everyone say that." Drake groaned.
"Because you're extremely stupid." She muttered.
"WHAT THE HELL ELSE AM I SUP-you know what?" He snatched the paper back. "Just forget it. Be glad I'm not taking the Caine approach and drawing a picture of you naked."
Kira's face went through an interesting range of emotions, from 'interested' to 'disturbed', and finally she just shook her head. "I'm not even going to ask. Speaking of Caine, why exactly do I have to run for cover every time he comes around?"
"Because he's a jerk wad who would never let me live it down if he saw us hanging out." At that Drake backed up a bit, checking downstairs to make sure the guys were all still distracted with his heavy drum set.
"FUCK EDILIO IF YOU DROP THAT SHIT ON MY FOOT ONE MORE TIME IM CALLING THE MEXICAN POLICE." Quinn yelled loudly.
Kira's facial expression could not be described. Drake just laughed, locking the door so they couldn't come back upstairs anytime soon.
"FOR THE LAST DAMN TIME, I'M HONDURAN. CALLING THE MEXICAN POLICE WOULD JUST GET YOU A LOT OF-F**K. WHY ISN'T THE DOOR OPENING?" They both heard the door rattle and knock, but it remained closed.
"You gonna open that?" Kira asked, nodding toward the door.
Drake stared at the knob. "Nah. Caine will just be a bitch about everything if I do." He grabbed a can of soda from his fridge.
"Oh. I see. Maybe I should open it then." Kira coughed.
"CAINE, OUT OF THE WAY, I'M BURNING THE DOOR DOWN." Sam yelled from the other side of the door.
"NO, I'M KNOCKING IT DOWN," Caine answered. "OUT OF THE WAY….I HAVE TO POINT MY EMOTIONAL SIDE AT IT…"
"YOU CAN BARELY PUT UP A DRUM SET, HOW ARE YOU GOING TO KNOCK IT-"
"I DOUBT YOU COULD ROAST MARSHMELLOWS, YOUR POWER IS SO USELESS-"
Kira glared at the door before walking over to it and opening it. All the guys fell in a pile, except for Sam, who seemed like he was trying to pick a wedgie or something. "Why are you guys so fucking loud." She grumbled.
Drake blinked, soda in hand. "So how about them Lakers?"
"Who…" Caine blinked and looked up at Kira. He smiled. "Is this the Jenny we've heard so much about?" He asked, grinning. "I've heard you have a lovely birthmark on your- OOF." He winced as a drumstick hit him hard in the face.
"Fuck you." Drake said. "And I said no such thing. You're the creepy one, I don't go around scaling peoples windows." He took another sip of his soda.
"I'm Kira dipshit." She informed him, pushing Drake out of the way, since he had been standing between her and the fridge. "Why don't you ever have Sprite. I've told you at least five times you need to buy Sprite."
"She's been here before?" Sam asked.
"She's my…math tutor," Drake answered.
"What's twenty divided by two?" Caine asked Kira, still grinning.
"Twenty divided by two equals my boot-print on your emotional side unless you shut up."
"Well then." Caine coughed. "I've been answering that question wrong on my math tests for quite some time. Thanks for that."
Sam shot him a look. "It was sarcasm…"
Caine glare. "I'm aware of this…"
"… Just checking." Sam scratched his head. He was actually kind of confused, all these years he had thought that twenty divided by two was nine. Now he just wasn't sure.
"Why are you two still lying down?" Caine asked Quinn and Edilio, who were both sprawled out near the basement.
"Oh…right," Quinn said, standing up. Edilio followed suit.
"If my drum set isn't set up properly," Drake growled, "someone's going down."
"I'm guessing we aren't counting Kira tonight-" Sam had a punch in the gut before he could even finish the tonight.
Kira rolled her eyes, turning on Drake's TV, not saying anything to the other guys as she flipped through channels.
"Sam why are you so stupid." She asked after a few minutes of awkward silence. "I thought Drake was bad enough."
"I'm not the one," Sam pointed out, "who rhymed fences with d—DON'T THROW THE SODA CAN!" He ducked as the can soared over him, missing him by centimeters but causing him to fall backwards in his chair.
Quinn reentered the room from the kitchen, starting to say something before seeing Sam sprawled on the ground. "You're out of-Sam, why are you on the floor?"
"Oops," Drake said snidely.
Drake noticed what Kira was watching. "Why are you watching SpongeBob?" He sat next to her.
She didn't look away from the screen when she said, "Because I'm a goofy goober, yeah."
Sam watched Drake and Kira on the couch. "What do you think they're talking about?" He asked. He and the three other boys tried listening harder.
"I'm number one!"
"No Kira, Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen was."
"Oh, then maybe you'd rather Hoes of Wax with him?"
"….no."
"I thought so." Kira said, smirking.
"You're a bitch."
"That's why you love me."
"AW DRAKE CAN LOVE." Sam blurted out. "HOW CUTE."
"That's disgusting." Quinn added in.
"You had to say that didn't you." Drake glared at Kira.
"I told you, my number one goal in life is to make your life the worst it can be." She responded.
"Then I'd stop wearing fishnets," Drake replied with a smirk.
"While this is all very….disgusting," Quinn said, "should we, I don't know, actually get back to rehearsal?"
"You're just jealous that you're not in with me, Drake, and Sam's triple date," Caine grinned.
"Uh-huh. Because Diana would actually agree to a date, instead of having to be kidnapped in the night," Quinn answered, laughing.
"Shut up Quinn." Caine grumbled.
"Woah. Hold on. Who said we were dating?" Kira added in.
"It's pretty obvious." Edilio added in, sneakily eating a bag of Drake's chips.
"It's not like he wrote a song about you or anything," Sam added.
"Yeah, 'Jenny' is just a clever anagram of 'Kira'." She rolled her eyes. "Is this all you guys do? Just hang around and…eat? Aren't you supposed to be in a band?"
"Usually" Drake responded. "But you came over today." He smirked.
"I see." She responded, turning her attention back to the one and only Squarepants. "Holy shit. The best time to wear a striped sweater is all the time. I'm wearing my striped sweater tomorrow then, it is decided."
"Why don't you just wear nothing?" Caine said, smirking. "I'm sure it'd make it easier for Drake to imagine-"
"-that she's Diana? Oh no, wait, that'll be you," Drake replied, his eyes narrowed. "Anyways, I finished the song."
"Caine I know understand why Diana doesn't like you. You're an arrogant shit face." Kira rolled her eyes.
"AND DRAKE ISN'T? That's it. The world is spinning backwards." Caine groaned.
Sam was busy playing with some string he'd found on the table while Quinn and Edilio watched.
"Does anyone have any balls?" Sam asked, wanting to make a yoyo.
"Obviously not you," Caine muttered.
"Haha," Sam grumbled. "I paid attention in the reproduction unit, I get the joke."
"Isn't it getting kind of late?" Quinn asked, looking at his watch. "The Lit—I mean, I have something to do at eight."
"Yeah, I think you all should get the hell out," Drake said, still looking at the TV.
"Does 'you all' include Kira?" Caine asked mockingly.
"No it does not." Drake said smugly. "She can leave whenever she wants." He glanced at Quinn. "You're going to go watch The Little Mermaid aren't you?
Quinn blinked. "Of course not. I was gonna say The… Literary… Works of that er. Shaking spear guy."
"And afterwards, are you gonna listen to the musical works of that bread in the oven guy?" Edilio sniggered.
"Yeah, yeah, you're real clever. Now get out." Drake stood up and ushered them all out the door. "Sam, leave the string behind," he said, glaring. "I don't think it's a good idea to have you alone with that."
"Don't make me get my emotional side all up in your grille." Caine said, struggling with ghetto speak.
"The Grill's in the backyard, now get the fuck out." Drake slammed the door on their faces.
"Thank God," Kira muttered. "I was starting to think their idiocy was contagious." She patted the seat next to her. "So, we have an empty house, a couch, a….piece of string. You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Drake grinned. "Definitely."
"Good." Kira reached for the remote and flipped to a different channel. "Under the Sea" filled the house, and both of them smiled.