Bipolar Love (Drake Christopher Fanfic)

Chapter Fourteen

Renn's P.O.V.

Drake's letting me stay at his place now. It's quite nice....sometimes... He burns food more than I do (and trust me, I burn a LOT of food). He never puts his stuffies back after snuggling them, And he never wants to do the dishes. I'm kind of used to it by now, but it would be nice if he could at least learn how to cook. I mean, he can cook little things. Like noodles and mac'n'cheese. But when it comes to pizza, it just does not work out at all.

There are a few pros to living with Drake, though. When I wake up and he's in the shower, I can hear him singing and it's a great start to my day. Or when he brings me cereal in bed. Or when him and I sit in our pj's on the living room floor playing video games all day. Or when I'm sad about something and he just sits on the couch with me and cuddles me until we both fall asleep. Or when he's played a scary game and I scare him right after he turns it off.

Drake's P.O.V.

All I've been doing is gaming videos lately. It's really nice to take a break from making my blogga blagga's, especially after my EP. And they don't take too much time to edit which is a plus. I also feel bad for all my cloud catchers who are waiting for my T,D&s's and all that jazz. Oh, well.

Quinn's P.O.V.

New town, new start, new job and hopefully new friends. I am honestly terrified, but I'm hopeful that things will work out here. I don't want it to end up being like before. I just want things to change. I hope that Renn will be happy to see me. That is, if she even remembers me...

Drake's P.O.V.

I got a phone call this morning around 9:30 asking foor Renn. I woke her up and handed the phone to her. Not even 5 minutes into the phone call, she starts crying. I just sit behind her and hug her until she calms down. I don't even listen into the phone to hear the person at the other end. I figure it's something to do with her mom and boy, was I ever right.

Renn's P.O.V.

I stopped crying and went into memory lane. I don't remember much of her, but Quinn is my...sister... When we were seperated, mom told me that Quinn's new foster parents got into a car crash and nobody made it. I was torn apart. She was the only family I knew. I cried just hearing her voice. She sounded like a mature, young lady now. Not the older- sister I knew. She was an hour away from town and needed a place to stay. So I told her where we were and she said she'd be here soon.

Quinn's P.O.V.

She started crying. I felt horrible for not calling her sooner. I just didn't know how to tell her. When I did, I could feel my throat starting to swell and tears starting to stream down my face. I stopped them though. I kept my wall up against those emotions. My wall is the only thing that's kept me standing strong. I stopped feeling sad or worried or upset because I could never handle them the way that people wanted me to...