My Dearest Dear. [Drake Christopher] {NOW BACK!}

Chapter One [Stuttered Hello]

This is a Drake Christopher x OC fan fiction. Some strong language is used.

Anyways, Drake is in a, kind of, one-man band, aka CatcthingYourClouds. My character is purely fictional and all rights go out to the people who own 'em. The setting is a stop on the BryanStars tour in Memphis, Tennessee (This is actually in the past now...) Please make sure to read the page labeled '[Descriptions]' c:

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Emalee checked her makeup once more in the vanity, sighing excitedly. Today was the day she met her favorite people and bands, Farewell, My Love, Rocky Loves Emily, Late Nite Reading, CatchingYourClouds, and BryanStars on his infamous tour. She lived right outside of Memphis and finally saved up enough money and snuck away at the perfect time from her always drunk father. Ema had to climb out her window, which is all of three feet, and then basically leg it to her car she had specifically parked down the street. She was a pretty dedicated fan, watched every interview, went to every Vokle, Stickcam, and Tinychat screening she could. She adored Drake Christopher, him and his cute animal hats and how he is so scared of Slendy. He called her once, and read her letters, they talked a little and tweeted, even video chatted on Vokle once or twice. Other than that, she felt like a regular fan he'd say hi too, sign something, and move on with his life while Emalee gets butterflies and a blushing face, because it also took her a lot of guts to get the courage to go, she's really quite shy.

Emalee walked out the apartment clad in a the Secret British Accent Society shirt, ripped jeans, and her white personalized converses. A frustrated sigh escaped her, trying to tame her dark black hair by putting an Anthem Made beanie over it. Better than nothing. The keys attached to her jean's belt loops jingled, making her smile, Drake's keys always did that, so you could find him anywhere. Emalee started the creme colored Volts Wagon Beetle and leaned back on the felt drivers seat, letting it warm up. A few long moments passed and she drove out of her small town, filled with Country people. Not that she had anything wrong with them, they were too judgmental and weird for her tastes.

-Arriving at the venue- (This is a meet and greet at a park. Now going to Em's POV, too.)

I pulled into the into a parking lot that was pretty packed, and surrounded the park where the M&G was going to be. I was so nervous, my face felt flushed and I wasn't even out of the car, how lame am I? I grabbed my plain black purse and looked at the numerous bracelets I had on, almost forgetting my CYC one, which had been resting on the dash. Letting the door shut, I realized I finally was here, Holy shit, Holy crap, Oh my gosh. I'm so happy, excited, and nervous all at the same time. I walk quickly, not knowing any of the people who surround me, praying to someone one of my panic attacks wouldn't happen. Please, please, let me enjoy this, I thought as I walked on the cracked sidewalk, watching people buzz around me.

-------------------Drake's POV-------------------------------

"Hey, can you help me with the march boxes?" Bryan asked me, I agreed, picking up a box and setting it in its proper place, a fan had come up and asked to sign her arm. Laughing, we talked a little after I put my signature on her arm with Sharpie, then she skipped off to a small group of girls. I sighed, that feeling of loneliness welled up inside me, even though I was with all these rad people, my touring band, Bryan, LNR, even the other guys were awesome to chill with. But they couldn't.. Love me, I guess. It's hard to explain. After a few more fans came by, I gave up helping. I was sitting on a bench, waving at people and Bryan even got me to bark at a fan, which was really funny because they were vlogging, so I talked to her camera for a bit. Something I got used to. I was pretty happy on the outside, I love performing in front of people and making them happy, and I am really stoked for all the shows we're going to do, it's just that stupid feeling. I shoved it out my mind, grabbing my acoustic and strumming Lawl.

"You my dear, are my dearest, it drives me crazy, crazy!"

I stopped mid-strum to listen to the soft voice, surprised I could hear it over the loud people. A beautiful girl in one of Bryan's shirts and ripped skinny jeans was walking towards the park, her head down, quiet since I stopped playing. Her hair swept onto her right shoulder, and I realized her it was being kept in a piece of Kellin Quinn's own clothing line, Anthem Made.

"She's a looker," Brandon Ellis from RLE said behind me, I blushed, she really was pretty, and when she looked up, I almost died. That face was like an angel's. I looked over to not be a weirdo, hoping she would come by and talk. After trying to distract myself, I couldn't help but hear her voice as she chatted casually with Bryan and some of the guys from LNR.

"Dude, go talk to her, she doesn't have the heart to come talk to you on her own," Brandon whispered, patting me on the shoulder. I sighed, setting down the guitar carefully back in its case and turned around to meet the prettiest girl I've ever seen, but she seemed familiar for some reason. I might've met her on Vokle or another tour. I put on a real smile, "Hi, thanks for coming," I said, my keys chimed together loudly, she smiled, it went up to her starry blue eyes, that were edged with a foresty green. "Hi, Drake," She replied, holding out a half-empty notebook, turning it to the back wear the cardboard type thing is, "Uh, c-could you sign thi-s," Her voice stuttered anxiously, I felt sympathy for the girl.

"Of course, what's your name?" I uncapped my already worn sharpie,

"It's, uhm, on the last p-page." She gently flipped the back open, her soft hand brushing against my arm. Blush spread on both our faces. The last page said, in very neat print, Emalee.

--------------------Emalee's POV--------------------------------------

I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. I'm really glad he talked to me first, or else I probably would've chickened out and left. I thought I would've handled this better. Drake scribbled his signature on the back of my poems notebook, which was completed, filled to the brim with literature, but I hadn't really thought about the old thing for a while, and decided to bring it with me for just Drake to sign. I had a small poster I bought for the others to sign. If I had the guts to do it. My smile started to fade, I knew the green in my eyes was starting to come out. I felt so self-conscious when that happened, people tended to stare and ask about them.

"There ya go," Drake handed the notebook back sheepishly, eyes flashing with confusion when he met my eyes, but I felt like I was just another fan, "plan on staying for the acoustic show?"

"Uh, I hope I can make it that long," I sort of rambled, my face went red and I stared at my feet. Oddly enough, no one was around me besides him.

"Hm?" Drake brushed his hair out of eyes, I realized he was hatless.

"Nothing, um, thanks by the w-way," Damn stuttering.

Drake smiled at me, "No problem," I felt my heart beat faster.

THE END

of chapter one.

"What is love?" - Nevershoutnever.

"You my dear, are my dearest." - CYC.

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