My Stepbrother

Chapter 9 - Mickey the Mouse

Chapter 9 - Mickey the Mouse

So far ... This whole day has been torture. Drake keeps poking my cheek and continues calling me 'Rossy'. It's annoying and I just wish he would stop.

I managed to ignore him but the constant poking and name calling isn't really much help. My mom and Andrew have yet to come from their date to pull me out of my misery and explain what they meant on the note. A note with about 2 sentences isn't exactly spelling out what they mean, and we're not geniuses.

"Rossy, I'm hungry," Drake whines, poking my cheek. If he keeps going on we the poking he's gonna be asking why I had to kick him in the balls in the near future.

"Okay ... ?" I keep my eyes glued to the TV in front of me, which is currently playing Mickey Mouse. Mickey's babe, don't judge. Even though his smartness is petite, he's still babe.

"Make me something," He pouts.

"Do I look like a maid?" I roll my eyes but keep my eyes trained on plutto, who is currently trying to get a shiny ball from a not-even-tall tree.

"All you need is a maid outfit," In the corner of my eye I see him smirk and run his eyes down my body. "Oh yeah," He licks his smirking lips. "That'll work."

I gasped and hit his shoulder. "Drake!"

"Come on, Rossy! I'm damn hungry," He whines louder. I ignore him and watch intensly as Mickey says something about helping him get the ball. I'm pretty sure he can jump up that little tree and get the ball, seeing as the branch the ball is on is placed above his head.

Drake continues to poke my cheek, repeatly saying "Come on,". At a point of frustration I finally say yes and walk inside the kitchen with a huff. I look inside a cabinet and take out a cup of soup. I put water inside the soup and then heat it up in the microwave. When it's done I put a fork inside the cup and bring it to Drake. Okay, now I feel like a maid.

"Thanks, Rossy," He smirks, while taking a big fork full of noodles inside his mouth. Jeez, you'd think you get him food he'd stop bothering you but noo it continues.

"Can you change the channel?! Big ears is giving me the creeps and is so stupid. I mean, THE BRANCH IS RIGHT ABOVE YOU, DUDE! TAKE IT AND STOP USING THE TOOLS FOR DAMN HELP!" he screams at the screen. I slap him upside the head for calling Mickey dumb (even though he is) and big ears (even though he has big ears).

"Doesn't look like you want me to change the channel," It was my turn to smirk.

He scoffs. "Change it," he commands.

My smirk grows and I answer with a simple, "Nope," Popping the 'p'. I plop down on the couch and hid the control under me. He suddenly smirks and my smirk disappears instantly.

"Give. Me. The controller." He says in a hard tone.

I shake my head and sit my on the couch. "No,"

"No?" He asks in a daring tone.

"No," I confirm. Not even seconds later he's ontop of me. He gives me that signiture smirk before he starts tickling me.

"S-stop, omg, D-drake stop!" I scream between laughter.

"Give me the controller!" He demands whilst tickling me.

"N-never!" I choke out between laughters. I was saved by the door opening and my mom emerging hand in hand with Andrew.

"W-what's going on here?" My mom asks. It's now that I realize our closeness. Our faces only inches apart and both his palms on both my sides, whilst he was on top of me. A position that you don't want your daughter doing on your couch with a boy you practically gave the key to your house with.

Drake cleared his throat and got off me, "Sorry, I was-um- I-was tickling her." He oh so poorly explains.

They shake their heads as if saying 'not worth our time'. "Whatever," My mom says.

"So ... How was the date?"

My mom blushed and Andrew cleared his throat, both keeping quiet. "I'll take that as heated," Drake says with a smirk. Andrew glared at hime and, once again, cleared his throat.

"So, about the note," Drake began. "What's that about?"

They look at each other then at us with guilty expressions. "Hun, I'm sorry but you and Drake would have to give up your summer for this," She says, giving us an aplogetic frown.

"What!" Both Drake and I say unison, whilst shooting up from the couch.

"No, no, no, no, no! I was planning on spending it with Makeyla and her mom!" I screamed at the same time Drake screamed, "I was plannig on going to parties all summer long with my friends!"

"Mom you can't do this.."

"Okay, okay, I know you guys were planing stuff but we wanted to spent time as a family at a beach house in Miami since we're getting married -" Andrew gets cut off by us screaming:

"Married?!!"

"Yeah, we're getting married. Andrew asked me today at our date," My mom says. She started to daze off with a smile on her face and that's when I noticed the ring on her finger. I gasped.

"Married," I repeated under my breath. Their getting married. My eyes are wide as I try to process the new found information given to me at the moment. My mom and Andrew will be wife and husband. Drake and I will be brother and sisters.

The information hits me like a rock. "Drake and I ..." I trail off, not needing to say the rest.

"Yes! brother and sister!" My mom gushed. I look over at Drake who has his lips agape and emotions running through his wide eyes. It's a mixture of disappointment and anger. Not a good mix.

"WHAT THE HELL! DAD YOU CAN'T MARRY SO SOON! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU HAD A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND TILL 2 DAMN DAYS AGO! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THIS WOMAN TILL 2 DAYS AGO! I am not giving up my summer for this bullshit! THAT'S for sure." He growled. I flinch a bit. Drake storms out of the house, ignoring his father's callings.

"Well ... That went well," My mother murmurs after seconds of silence.

"I'm so sorry, Rose. I don't know why he's acting like this!" Andrew exclaimes.

"It's okay. He needs time to process this information. I mean, we did just throw it out there," My mom chuckles. Andrew smiles and hugs my mom. They finally untangle from each other and turn to me.

"We'll be upstairs taking some rest, okay Roslyn? Tell us when Drake comes back," My mom states before she goes up the stairs with Andrew by her side, both smiling widely at each other.

"Drake..?"
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Please point out any mistakes I made!

I'm so so sorry I haven't updated :( I hope this didn't disappoint, even though I know it does.

- The Shitty Bored Writer