The Other Woman (Part Four)
Title: The Other Woman (Part 4)
Author: stttmsbwa and jannika
Pairing: Drake/Josh/Jerry. RPS.
Rating: M/R
Warnings: Real people. Slash. Sex. Crack! General Insanity.
Disclaimer: We definitely do not own these real people, because if we did I'm sure they wouldn't be let out of our houses. We like to keep our sex slaves locked up tight, thanks. Also? We'd probably have better things to do at 2am than write crack!fic. Not to mention the fact that there's no way the boys would be allowed to wear those crazy things called clothes while they're on T.V. or even out in public - we have a strict nude policy when it comes to our captive celebrities.
Summary: It was just supposed to be a little fun on the side, but they really should have known better. They should have known it would end with three broken hearts.
Author's Note: This all started when folkloric_feel posted pictures of Drake Bell and Jerry Trainor in the same shirt. That lead to a discussion of how much Miranda Cosgrove knows about the boys, which lead to us writing this fic in the comments. We're dividing this story into parts, every part will be six of our comments. Enjoy. Feel free to tell us we're crazy
Previous Parts:
( Part One)
( Part Two)
( Part Three)
19. stttmsbwa:
Drake ran out the doors and looked frantically for Josh's retreating figure.
He didn't find him.
He didn't find him for six weeks.
--
When Josh left the restaurant, he immediately flipped open his phone and dialed the number of a random friend.
"Hey, it's Josh. I'm thinking the Bahamas are nice this time of year. Wanna go?"
Josh needed a break. Josh needed to think. Josh needed to get away.
Maybe when he came back, things would be alright. Okay. Better. Back to the way they were before the whole, the, well, the thing.
Josh wasn't sure about anything, though, and it made him want to run away faster.
--
20. jannika:
Josh turned his phone off while he was packing.
He didn't turn it back on until he was walking through LAX weeks later. Until he was home. His phone was full of messages, some angry, some worried, most confused. He skips most of them. Miranda's, Drake's, the couple from Jerry, all the people he's still not ready to deal with.
The Bahamas had been great. He felt so much clearer. He was really starting to think he might be ok without Drake. He was starting to think they'll be better off apart. Six weeks hadn't killed him. He thought that was a good sign.
Then, he stepped out of the airport, and found Drake staring at him.
"How did you?" He started, but he trailed off when he saw the way Drake was looking at him.
Six weeks hadn't killed him, but this, this moment, this feels an awful lot like dying.
--
21. stttmsbwa:
"You don't even want to know."
Drake held his hands behind his back, trying desperately to keep Josh from noticing the fact that they were trembling.
Josh adjusted his carry on, pulling on the straps of the bag, glancing around nervously.
"Don't worry. No photographers around."
"Any Jerry's around?"
Drake knew it was coming. He didn't even flinch.
"No."
Nodding his head, Josh rubbed his neck with his free hand.
"Left him back at your place, huh? For later?"
Drake sighed.
"Josh, c'mon."
All the weeks Josh had spent trying not to think of what Drake had done to him and failing miserably had made him plot out his entire When-Drake-And-I-See-Each-Other-Again speech. It was a little rusty, and Josh hadn't anticipated having to use it so soon after coming home - but he was ready anyway.
"No Drake, you c'mon. You and me have been a thing for years. Years Drake. I know we always said it wasn't official, because then we'd have to go public, and we knew it would turn into publicity hell. But I didn't think we weren't official behind our public figures. And because of the fact that we were always so blase about this whole us thing, I wasn't too upset when you and Jerry started screwing around. But honestly? I should have known better, I should have just ended it then and there. I've been in emotional hell, Drake, for months now. It killed me to know that when I wasn't around, you were with him. You've torn down so much, Drake. Boundaries, coworkers, friends, lovers. So this is where I draw the line. I can't play this game anymore, Drake Bell. I'm done. So go back to your precious Jerry. I'm sure you and him have been having loads of fun while I've been gone."
There was a moment's pause before Drake whispered shakily, "Haven't."
"What?"
"Haven't. With Jerry. At all. Since you left."
--
22. jannika
"Why?" Josh asked.
"Because I can't play this game anymore either," Drake said, dragging a hand through his hair, "Because when you stood up and walked out on me six weeks ago, it killed me."
Josh didn't respond, he just stared at Drake like he was waiting for more, so Drake tried again.
"I fucked up. I fucked up and I'm really sorry," Drake said.
"Why? Did Jerry leave you?" Josh asked, and Drake knew he deserved it, but that didn't make it sting any less.
"I left. I left when you left. It has to be us Josh, it's been us forever because it works, because that's how it's supposed to be." Drake said, and Josh shook his head.
"It shouldn't have taken you until I left to see that Drake, not if you really felt it."
"That's not fair, you just said it took you to until I started messing around with Jerry."
"That's not what I said at all," Josh said, "I've always known how I felt about us, and when you started fooling around with Jerry, I knew how you felt about us."
"You're wrong," Drake said simply.
"How am I wrong?"
"You don't know how I feel about us at all."
--
23. stttmsbwa
"And what exactly do you feel? Cause if you're implying what I think you're implying, you've got a really screwed up way of conveying your emotions. You're the musician. You're the lyricist. Tell me, Drake. Lay it on me."
Josh crossed his arms, waiting. Drake bit his lip and wished he could rework up the courage he had colleced on his way to the airport.
Taking a step forward, Drake lifted his hand to rest on Josh's arm. Josh started to jerk away, but Drake gripped him tight and took another step closer.
"Josh," he began, eyes searching Josh's face for some sort of positive encouragement. Drake continued.
"Joshua. From the first moment I met you, I knew I wanted you. Although back then, it was only in a 'I want to take that kid down and win' kind of thing, but you get my point. You say you've always known. Well, so have I. You've been there for me so many times, Josh. You're my best friend. There are only two things in life that make me so happy to be alive. Performing my music for a live audience is one. You're the other.
"I know I screwed up. I know I made so many mistakes. But none of them change the fact that I love you. I love you so much, it hurts.
"I won't ever be able to tell you how very sorry I am. I don't deserve your forgiveness. But I hoped maybe, just maybe, you might consider it.
"It was always you, Josh. It still is. It always will be."
--
24. jannika
Josh didn't know how Drake did it. He really didn't understand it. Josh had spent weeks convincing himself he didn't need Drake, that he was over all of this, and then Drake opened his mouth and said-
Said exactly the right thing.
"I should hate you," He said.
"But?" Drake asked, and if Josh wasn't still hurt and angry, he would have smiled at the hope that sprang into Drake's eyes.
"It's impossible. God, I was so ready to be done with you. I wasn't even going to call, but here you are. At the airport, saying you love me."
"Because it's true. Josh, I-" Drake stared and Josh put a hand over his mouth to stop him.
"I know. I believe you. I probably shouldn't but I do."
"Does that mean I get another chance?" Drake asked, taking another step in towards Josh.
Part of Josh wanted to tell him no, part of him wanted to walk away. To never have to look at Drake Bell and his big eyes ever again, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't do it because a larger part of him knew that what Drake said is true. It's always them. It was always going to be Drake, even if Josh somehow managed to never talk to him again, it would still always be Drake.
"I love you," He said simply, "I'm not sure I trust you, but I love you."
Author: stttmsbwa and jannika
Pairing: Drake/Josh/Jerry. RPS.
Rating: M/R
Warnings: Real people. Slash. Sex. Crack! General Insanity.
Disclaimer: We definitely do not own these real people, because if we did I'm sure they wouldn't be let out of our houses. We like to keep our sex slaves locked up tight, thanks. Also? We'd probably have better things to do at 2am than write crack!fic. Not to mention the fact that there's no way the boys would be allowed to wear those crazy things called clothes while they're on T.V. or even out in public - we have a strict nude policy when it comes to our captive celebrities.
Summary: It was just supposed to be a little fun on the side, but they really should have known better. They should have known it would end with three broken hearts.
Author's Note: This all started when folkloric_feel posted pictures of Drake Bell and Jerry Trainor in the same shirt. That lead to a discussion of how much Miranda Cosgrove knows about the boys, which lead to us writing this fic in the comments. We're dividing this story into parts, every part will be six of our comments. Enjoy. Feel free to tell us we're crazy
Previous Parts:
( Part One)
( Part Two)
( Part Three)
19. stttmsbwa:
Drake ran out the doors and looked frantically for Josh's retreating figure.
He didn't find him.
He didn't find him for six weeks.
--
When Josh left the restaurant, he immediately flipped open his phone and dialed the number of a random friend.
"Hey, it's Josh. I'm thinking the Bahamas are nice this time of year. Wanna go?"
Josh needed a break. Josh needed to think. Josh needed to get away.
Maybe when he came back, things would be alright. Okay. Better. Back to the way they were before the whole, the, well, the thing.
Josh wasn't sure about anything, though, and it made him want to run away faster.
--
20. jannika:
Josh turned his phone off while he was packing.
He didn't turn it back on until he was walking through LAX weeks later. Until he was home. His phone was full of messages, some angry, some worried, most confused. He skips most of them. Miranda's, Drake's, the couple from Jerry, all the people he's still not ready to deal with.
The Bahamas had been great. He felt so much clearer. He was really starting to think he might be ok without Drake. He was starting to think they'll be better off apart. Six weeks hadn't killed him. He thought that was a good sign.
Then, he stepped out of the airport, and found Drake staring at him.
"How did you?" He started, but he trailed off when he saw the way Drake was looking at him.
Six weeks hadn't killed him, but this, this moment, this feels an awful lot like dying.
--
21. stttmsbwa:
"You don't even want to know."
Drake held his hands behind his back, trying desperately to keep Josh from noticing the fact that they were trembling.
Josh adjusted his carry on, pulling on the straps of the bag, glancing around nervously.
"Don't worry. No photographers around."
"Any Jerry's around?"
Drake knew it was coming. He didn't even flinch.
"No."
Nodding his head, Josh rubbed his neck with his free hand.
"Left him back at your place, huh? For later?"
Drake sighed.
"Josh, c'mon."
All the weeks Josh had spent trying not to think of what Drake had done to him and failing miserably had made him plot out his entire When-Drake-And-I-See-Each-Other-Again speech. It was a little rusty, and Josh hadn't anticipated having to use it so soon after coming home - but he was ready anyway.
"No Drake, you c'mon. You and me have been a thing for years. Years Drake. I know we always said it wasn't official, because then we'd have to go public, and we knew it would turn into publicity hell. But I didn't think we weren't official behind our public figures. And because of the fact that we were always so blase about this whole us thing, I wasn't too upset when you and Jerry started screwing around. But honestly? I should have known better, I should have just ended it then and there. I've been in emotional hell, Drake, for months now. It killed me to know that when I wasn't around, you were with him. You've torn down so much, Drake. Boundaries, coworkers, friends, lovers. So this is where I draw the line. I can't play this game anymore, Drake Bell. I'm done. So go back to your precious Jerry. I'm sure you and him have been having loads of fun while I've been gone."
There was a moment's pause before Drake whispered shakily, "Haven't."
"What?"
"Haven't. With Jerry. At all. Since you left."
--
22. jannika
"Why?" Josh asked.
"Because I can't play this game anymore either," Drake said, dragging a hand through his hair, "Because when you stood up and walked out on me six weeks ago, it killed me."
Josh didn't respond, he just stared at Drake like he was waiting for more, so Drake tried again.
"I fucked up. I fucked up and I'm really sorry," Drake said.
"Why? Did Jerry leave you?" Josh asked, and Drake knew he deserved it, but that didn't make it sting any less.
"I left. I left when you left. It has to be us Josh, it's been us forever because it works, because that's how it's supposed to be." Drake said, and Josh shook his head.
"It shouldn't have taken you until I left to see that Drake, not if you really felt it."
"That's not fair, you just said it took you to until I started messing around with Jerry."
"That's not what I said at all," Josh said, "I've always known how I felt about us, and when you started fooling around with Jerry, I knew how you felt about us."
"You're wrong," Drake said simply.
"How am I wrong?"
"You don't know how I feel about us at all."
--
23. stttmsbwa
"And what exactly do you feel? Cause if you're implying what I think you're implying, you've got a really screwed up way of conveying your emotions. You're the musician. You're the lyricist. Tell me, Drake. Lay it on me."
Josh crossed his arms, waiting. Drake bit his lip and wished he could rework up the courage he had colleced on his way to the airport.
Taking a step forward, Drake lifted his hand to rest on Josh's arm. Josh started to jerk away, but Drake gripped him tight and took another step closer.
"Josh," he began, eyes searching Josh's face for some sort of positive encouragement. Drake continued.
"Joshua. From the first moment I met you, I knew I wanted you. Although back then, it was only in a 'I want to take that kid down and win' kind of thing, but you get my point. You say you've always known. Well, so have I. You've been there for me so many times, Josh. You're my best friend. There are only two things in life that make me so happy to be alive. Performing my music for a live audience is one. You're the other.
"I know I screwed up. I know I made so many mistakes. But none of them change the fact that I love you. I love you so much, it hurts.
"I won't ever be able to tell you how very sorry I am. I don't deserve your forgiveness. But I hoped maybe, just maybe, you might consider it.
"It was always you, Josh. It still is. It always will be."
--
24. jannika
Josh didn't know how Drake did it. He really didn't understand it. Josh had spent weeks convincing himself he didn't need Drake, that he was over all of this, and then Drake opened his mouth and said-
Said exactly the right thing.
"I should hate you," He said.
"But?" Drake asked, and if Josh wasn't still hurt and angry, he would have smiled at the hope that sprang into Drake's eyes.
"It's impossible. God, I was so ready to be done with you. I wasn't even going to call, but here you are. At the airport, saying you love me."
"Because it's true. Josh, I-" Drake stared and Josh put a hand over his mouth to stop him.
"I know. I believe you. I probably shouldn't but I do."
"Does that mean I get another chance?" Drake asked, taking another step in towards Josh.
Part of Josh wanted to tell him no, part of him wanted to walk away. To never have to look at Drake Bell and his big eyes ever again, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't do it because a larger part of him knew that what Drake said is true. It's always them. It was always going to be Drake, even if Josh somehow managed to never talk to him again, it would still always be Drake.
"I love you," He said simply, "I'm not sure I trust you, but I love you."