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

Chapter Two [Oops]

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

My stomach rolled like a storm, her face was lit with anxiety, I wondered what to do now.

"Drake, can you help me out?" Brandon called, strained from a seemingly heavy box.

"Oh, yeah," I looked at him, then back to Emalee, "I hope you can stay, have fun."

My face was flushed, I wondered if she would notice my phone number. I wrote it on a slip of paper for the guys of Farewell, but bookmarked a random page in her notebook. Oddly enough, the box wasn't heavy at all, then I realized he saved me from screwing up and probably saying something stupid. He was smiling while I picked up another big box, my arms barely reaching around good enough for a grip. I took a risk and glanced to where Emalee and I were chatting a few moments ago, it was empty. I did notice her under a shade tree, fixing the grey beanie and putting headphones in, which connected to a metallic blue iPod. I wondered for a moment what she was listening to, but then opened up to the whole picture, it was stunning.

A blue flannel jacket was zipped up over her shirt, her eyes seemed clear of grey from this distance. Her coal black hair was spilling over her shoulder, some was caught in the rough bark of the tree. Emalee was quickly typing on her iPod, suddenly she stopped, her paleish face turned pink.

She looked over. Directly into my eyes. I sucked in a breath, turning red, I looked away, back to taking the box to the merch table.

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

Drake Christopher was watching me, typing one of my unfinished fiction stories. He seemed like he was in awe, but it was probably the fact I was in my own little world, and singing the lyrics to 'Drella,'  by Pierce The Veil softly. I had only one earbud in, enjoying the white noise of a busy park. And to make sure no one would come up and surprise me.

"Oh shit, sorry Drake!" Some girl apologized, I looked over and Drake was in a push-up form, arms out in front of him and body just inches off the ground. "Hehe, it's.. Alright," He said, Bryan helped him up. I started to get up and go towards him but a small crowd formed and my stomach sank.

"I'm really sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, sorry, sorry," The white-haired girl apologized over and over.

"Seriously, Katherine, it's okay!" Drake smiled at her, making my heart sink too.

"Oh man, poor kid." A feathery voice said next to me, I jumped a little.

"Uhm, who are you?" I asked, the girl was clad in chunky, black and leathery Goth clothes. Her hair was wavy, nicely dyed black

"Oh, 'scuse me, I'm Kenna," She sat down next to me, examining like I did her.

"I'm, uh, Emalee," I showed her the last page of my notebook, where I wrote my name.

"That's such a pretty way to spell it!" Kenna gasped, we both watched as a piece of paper fluttered out into the wind.

"Thanks..." I trailed, it seems like numbers  were written on the scrap of paper.

I got up and tried to follow it, Kenna a short bit behind, though she got distracted easily by the many blooming flowers around the park, taking pictures of them she said were for her blog. I stopped dead, running into a person.

"Shit, sorry!" A familar girl called, "I keep running into people today." She laughed.

"I've got these questions always running through my head, so many things I would like to understand." - Falling In Reverse.

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

THE END

of Chapter two. 

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Sorry this is a little short! Another chapter will be released tonight too :D! 

What happened to Drake? Who is the familar girl? Is Emalee jealous of Katherine?

Find out next chapter!