Undisclosed Desires

Undisclosed Desires Chap.8

So this chapter doesn't involve Damien. Sorry, but i wanted to introduce someone else into the story. lol Hope you guys like it :))

-Shalomiie

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Chapter 8.

Present time

Drake woke up the next morning to his phone buzzing like mad. He tried to find it, but his eyes were still sleepy. It was really early in the morning to be bugged.

There was a click like the ones elevators make, which told him he had a voice-mail.

He fumbled around on his bed until he finally found his phone. Opening it his eyes became wide. There were ten new text messages, five missed calls, and three voice-mails. Who can be bugging me this damn early?

The texts were all from Adrian, but two were from Damien,

I wish things were alright between us, so at least you could go with me to the airport. I’m gonna miss you, bud. –Damien

Drake fought the lump on his throat and looked at the other text,

Don’t listen to a word Adrian says, bye. –Damien

That text just confused him. Curiosity rose in him as he checked over Adrian’s texts,

Drake! Come on, don’t be an ass! Make up with Damien and be happy! -Adrian

Ugh I swear gay drama has a bigger toll on a person’s energy then straight drama!! -Adrian

Come one I’m out here, wake up and come with me to the airport. -Adrian

Are you seriously going to let him go just like that?! -Adrian

Fine, be like that! You hurt my best friend’s heart! -Adrian

Seriously dude, you’re a fucking ass. Letting him go like he doesn’t matter?! And here I thought you felt something!! I guess you’re just too damn coward, huh? -Adrian

I want nothing to do with you ever again! Me and you aren’t friends anymore, you hear?! -Adrian

Ok I’m sorry. Is just that I want to see both of you happy, I’m really sorry. Forgive me? I love you...Let me make it up to you. Band practice today, hot stuff ;) –Adrian

Drake chuckled through tears. What Adrian had said was true. It felt like he didn’t care that Damien was leaving; he was really a coward. He cared very much, but couldn’t find words to tell Damien to stay.

Some of Adrian’s texts did hurt, but Drake knew that Adrian was just frustrated by everything that had happened between Damien and Drake. The last text made him smile though, because he knew that Adrian had really become his friend.

He debated on whether listening to the voice-mails. If the texts hurt him like that, he couldn’t imagine how he would feel after listening to Adrian’s rant.

“Drake, you awake? Adrian is downstairs cooking breakfast.” He heard his dad say through the closed door.

Drake bolted out of bed and opened the door, “What you mean he’s cooking?”

“He said he wanted to make it up to you,” Luciano shrugged, “Well I have a meeting, see you at supper time.”

Drake started blankly at his father’s retreating frame. Why is Adrian here so damn early? Suddenly, Drake remembered that day when Damien had come early in the morning to take him out. His chest contracted in a painful pang, “No, he will be back in a week.”