Gifted Connections: Book 2(99)

“There may be men in there,” I hissed. Even in my buzzing state, I knew we shouldn’t be going in there.

Jemmy stepped forward with a purpose and charged into the bathroom. It wasn’t long before two guys came out of the bathroom laughing and zipping up their pants.

“Hey there, Wonder Woman,” one of the men leaned in towards me. “Wanna take me to heights I’ve never been to?” he asked suggestively.

“I’ll be your Daddy, Lil monster,” the other guy leaned towards Rachel with a suggestive wink.

I held up a hand with a smile. “Sorry boys, nature calls,” I stated emphatically as I took Rachels hand and dragged her in with me. Then I poked my head back out the door. “I’ll find out if she’s interested, Daddy,” I said to the cute Asian guy that had been hitting on Rachel. “Sorry, Luke Skywalker.” I feigned a frown. “But I already have my super men,” I giggled as I saw Drake heading our way.

“Blake,” he groaned. “What are you doing?”

I looked up at him, then the bathroom logo. “Using the bathroom,” I said in a tone, like it should have been obvious.

He sighed but gently pushed me into the bathroom. Jemmy was just coming out of one of the stalls as Rachel ducked into another. “I should have known you would have been behind this.”

Jemmy gave him a huge grin. “I don’t know why you assumed it was my idea.”

I slipped into her vacated stall, not even caring that I was about to relieve my bladder several feet away from Drake—or any guy. I giggled. There was a first time for everything.

“It was me,” Rachel called out gleefully. “Blake did you tell the Asian hottie to wait for me.”

“I did,” I called back.

“Give us a minute,” I heard Drake tell someone sharply when the door opened.

I came out of the bathroom and washed my hands. Jemmy and Rachel were waiting for me. As I washed my hands, I couldn’t help but notice Drake’s eyes once more. He made glasses look sexy, but without them his eyes were so much more startling.

I advanced towards him and pulled his face down to mine. “You have such beautiful eyes. Where are your glasses?”

He blushed. “I put on my contacts. I’m superman. Only Clark Kent wore glasses.”

“Hmm,” I hummed as I stood on my tip toes to take his lips with mine.

He froze for a moment before responding. When he kissed me, any residual shyness was gone. He was sure of himself. I found myself getting lost in his kiss. We hadn’t kissed since I had returned, and I was reminded what a great kisser he was.

“Ugh, get a room,” Jemmy yelled.

“Hush,” Rachel admonished her. “It’s kind of a turn on.”

Drake blushed before brushing his lips with mine once more. “You’ve been drinking,” he softly accused me.

“I needed it,” I said petulantly.

“Come on,” he sighed. “Let’s get you back out there.” He gave me a small smile.

When we got out of the bathroom, I noticed there was no music on, and Ben, Rick, Mike, and Taylor were no longer on the stage. They must be taking another break. In my slightly tipsy, uninhibited state, I took the steps up to the stage.

“Blake,” Drake groaned as if he was dealing with a naughty two-year-old.

I smiled and waved at him.

“Woo hoo! Blake,” Jemmy and Rachel yelled in unison.

I smile out at everyone and stood behind the keyboard. “Hello everyone,” I called out to the crowd. Their hum of conversation didn’t die as I began to speak. “My name is Blake, AKA Misty, and I want to sing you a little song, well not you. This song is to my Lost Boys,” I giggled as I adjusted the mike.

“Hey.” Taylor came running towards the stage. “That’s my keyboard, dude.”

Jemmy and Rachel held onto his arms. “Let her use it,” they begged him.

Taylor looked at Drake who shrugged. “She won’t hurt it.”

I smiled at them before turning back to the keyboard and began to play the opening to Lost Boy by Ruth B. I looked at the corner where Jace, Jaxson, and Troy were sitting, and winked at them. I smiled over at Drake, and finally, I looked up to the catwalk and blew a kiss up to Remy who was he was still brooding. I opened my mouth and poured my soul into the song.

This song was almost the perfect representation of us. I had been lonely. I didn’t have any companionships from people around my age. I had Ella, but there wasn’t much you could burden a seven-year-old with. It was my job to protect her from it. Oftentimes I struggled on my own.

Before I met Jace, I had no place to call home. I couldn’t call that trailer a home. It was just the place I stayed at until I got my ticket to freedom. In most homes, you looked forward to going to it at the end of the day. Not the trailer—that place had always filled me with dread. I never knew what I was walking into.

Jace was like my Peter Pan. He whisked me away to a place where I could run free. He brought me to my very own lost boys. Since I met Remy, Troy, Noah, Drake, and Jaxson, I was never alone anymore.

I finally had a family. It wasn’t the most conventional family, but it was mine. They took care of me. They didn’t hesitate to take care of my siblings either. This was our story. It had its ups and downs, but it was ours.