Tale of Two Fates RP Archive

(School AU Drake) "Hey.. you do realize, that even after all these years, you're still my dad. Right?" 

Michael

Michael’s eyes filled with tears at the words, and a few managed to fall as he stepped forward to hug Drake, “And you’ll always be my son.” 

Drake

Drake hugged him tight. “Thanks dad.. for everything over the years..” He then grinned. “Does that mean you’ll be excited to meet your grandchild in 7 months?” 

Michael

Michael planted his palms on top of Drake’s shoulders and moved him back far enough that he could make eye contact, excitement lighting up his face. “Drake! You’re going to be a father?! Of course I’m excited!” He pulled Drake into his arms again for a crushing hug. “If you ever need any help or advice please feel free to come to me.” 

Drake

Drake laughed in delight at how Michael lit up. He hugged him tight. "Yeah.. I'm gonna be a dad. I'll probably need all the help I can get" he said with a laugh. "And thanks so much.. I'm sure I'll need it." 

Michael

Michael pulled away to tug a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipe his eyes. “Oh Drake, you’re going to make such a wonderful dad. Have you spoken with Michelle? How is Minera doing, is she excited as well? Do you wish to move to a better home?” For the first time in Drake’s experience Michael was so outwardly excited he began rambling. He was wanting to cover anything and everything that needed to be addressed immediately and didn’t seem to notice himself. 

Drake

Drake chuckled a bit. “One at a time, dad” he said, though his smile was wide. “Thanks for being so excited, though. Of course I didn’t tell Michelle yet. I was gonna come to you first. Minera is excited. We’re both just adjusting. And we haven’t decided where we’re moving yet..” He set a hand on Michael’s arm. “And thanks.. I’m gonna try and do everything I can for Minera and the kid.. Most importantly, not getting killed.” He said the dark joke with a bit of a smile, trying to make it light hearted.

Michael

Michael hugged Drake again and held it for a moment longer than normal before pulling away to give him a small smile, “You don’t think you’re still in that kind of trouble still, right? I can fund your move and home if you need to go farther away.” He understood Drake was trying to make the pain lessen with humor, but Michael couldn’t shake those memories enough to find Drake’s jokes funny. 

Drake

Drake

Drake

Drake was so tense he almost yanked away from Will’s initial touch. He stopped himself, though, and relaxed into the friendly hand. Drake’s entire body was tensed up, as if the kid would try and fight off his emotions. Will’s words had Drake shaking his head. “Yeah, as if thinking of searing someone’s flesh from their bones isn’t maddening” he sapped back, not sure how Will couldn’t see it. He didn’t see how shutting away half of his thoughts was any worse than thinking about the way he massacred innocents so brutally. He failed to realize that he couldn’t shut it away. Trying would only leave those damaging thoughts to fester.

Drake

Drake

Drake blinked in surprise at the sight on his phone. He shook his head, but didn’t bother to quickly look away. He already saw it, after all.

Michael

Michael stared at the boy for a moment before speaking, “I’m not calling your guardians, we’re going to have a little talk instead. Please have a seat.” The older man didn’t expect Drake to take one so he continued, “You can’t be receiving all those bruises from the kids you fight, they’re not that strong. And every time I call your fosters you come in the next day, or on the days you do show up, with even darker, fresh marks.” He reached over and placed his desk plate facedown. “There are no cameras in my office, I swear to you,” Michael sat forward to rest his elbows on the desk, “What is going on with all of this, Drake?” His voice was stern yet soft, much like a father’s should be, and full of compassionate concern. 

Drake

As soon as a talk was mentioned, Drake rolled his eyes in annoyance, ready to hear a lecture. He was immediately looking like he had a mind to just leave, but he did not. Though as the older man talked, Drake became increasingly tense. “I don’t care about the cameras, why would I tell you?” he asked, going on the offensive, much like he usually did. “You’re just concerned because I’m causing you problems. Look, just expel me” he suggested. “And you act like I only fight at school. I just get these bruises on the streets. That’s all” he lied. At least he was better at that than his sister was. It may not have been convincing, but at least it wasn’t obvious he was lying. “Thanks for pretending to care, but I don’t need it.”

Michael

Michael shook his head, “I am not pretending Drake, I care about all my students, and it seems that you do need someone to take an interest in your life. Look at you, you’re doing well in your studies, but you’re fighting all the time. Why?” His brows were furrowed in confusion and concern as he looked over Drake, “I understand that it’ll be difficult to talk about, and I can’t force anything, but I want you to know that I am here to talk with and you don’t have to lie to me.” He looked up into his eyes to express his sincerity, “I honestly want to help, in anyway that I can.” 

Drake

Drake heaved a sigh and moved to plop down into the chair in front of the principal. He was tired and stressed. His body was sore and littered in bruises, though most were hidden by his clothing. And he was mentally exhausted. "Fine" he said as he looked at the other. He might as well. At least then maybe he could go. "Yeah, the bruises mostly aren't from my fights. Most if them are lucky to leave a mark" he bragged a bit. "My foster father beats me on a regular occasion." His tone showed none of the pain there, just frustration and resignation. "But there isn't a fucking thing I can do about it because I can't afford to stress out my sister. Her heart condition could kill her, especially with any added stress. So u deal with it. And you can't turn them in either. Sis couldn't handle that. And they never hurt her." He had let loose and was basically ranting. "I have good grades because maybe one day I can get out of this mess. And the fights? I get paid to teach people lessons. And I need the money for sis. I never do permanent damage." There were a few times he broke bones in fights, but usually he just left them bruised and bloody.

Michael

Drake

Drake had no idea how to react to this. He wasn’t used to encountering such compassion, especially from someone with power. Most people decided to just ignore it, especially at this school. So the boy blinked and looked to Michael, confused and unsure how to respond. So he decided to respond how he was used to responding. With distance.

Michael Jr

Michael swayed side to side, trying to focus on Drake, “Wanna know somethin’ weird? Before I thought of you like a brother, I totally thought about asking you for a threesome with Joey and I just to make him happy.” A hiccup cut him off and broke his thought process, “Well, I’m not feeling so hot, g'night.” And he wandered back down the hall back to his room. 

Drake

"STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK!" Minera shouted 

Drake

"STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK" Michael Sr.'s booming voice followed after Drake, desperate to be heard over the rumbling of the boy's motorcycle. 

Drake

This exclamation made Drake stop in his tracks. He paused a moment before deciding to turn back around. He even killed the engine on his bike as he turned his blue gazed glare back on his adopted father. “Like YOU’RE one to Talk!” he snapped back, arm gesturing out to the older man. His movements were jerky and filled with a tense anger. “You’re CONstantly fucking pretending!” he lashed out, going on the offensive. “You barely take care of yourself, and you’re only so fucking concerned about me because you fucked up with your first son!” 

Michael

Michael stood, shocked into momentary silence, tears rushing into his eyes, “No Drake. I care about you because you are my son. Not because of my mistakes with my first son.” He raised a hand to wipe his eyes, “I am taking care of myself, all I pretend to anymore is the media, and that’s to protect my family and your privacy. I’m sorry I didn’t show you that well enough. Will,” he took a deep breath to steady his voice and himself, “you please forgive me for that? If nothing else?” 

Drake

Drake looked to Michael as he stepped over to him. A shy, unsure smile rested on his lips. "Hey.. I just.. well." He shrugged. "Happy father's day, dad.." He pulled a card out from his pocket and handed it over. 

Michael

Michael’s eyes twinkled with delight at the thoughtful gesture. “Thank you, Drake.” The large man swept his son into his arms and hugged his close, “You’re such a wonderful son, I’m certain your father would be as proud of you as I am.” He set the young man back down on his feet and placed his hands on his shoulders, “I’m grateful to be your dad.” He pulled his hands away and turned the card over in his, slightly shaking, palms a moment before opening it. 

Drake

“Everyone lies, everyone hides things. Nobody makes it through this life being completely honest.”

Will

Will shook his head, strands of red breaking free from the loose tie, “You’re right, I’ll give you that, but I’m still not going to let anyone else know that.” He turned and began walking away, his head tipped forward and down ever so slightly.

Drake