Drake & Josh
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veiledndarknessTitle: Missing Him
Author: veiledndarkness
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Thousands of miles, it’s starting to feel like a mistake.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made and no harm intended.
*Mildly implied slash Drake/Josh*
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Leaving was hard, but he knew that it would be. And he knew Drake would be blasé about it until the last moment. Josh knew a lot of things but he didn’t figure missing Drake would hurt this bad.
He makes do and props pictures in frames along his desk in his new dorm room, thousands and thousands of miles from his family. He tells himself he made the right choice and that this program was worth the distance. It feels like hollow lies and he hates himself for trying to believe them.
And when he goes to the café weeks later, in search of something other than watered down coffee from the cafeteria, he stops in his tracks, nearly tripping the woman nearest him. He blinks and it’s like he’s dreaming, only it’s too good to be a dream, because sitting at the table is a boy that makes Josh’s stomach flop in an oh, so familiar way.
The same hair, the same clothes, a guitar propped on his lap, a tall cup of something undoubtedly loaded with sugar and caffeine, balanced precariously on top of the notebooks that are scattered every which way on the table before him. Josh blinks again and the tug is there.
He wants to run over, inspect the boy and see if there’s a spray of freckles across his face, each one Josh knows by heart. He wants to listen to him play, to sprawl on the chair with him, too close for most people’s comfort, but perfect for them.
And the boy smiles, glancing in Josh’s direction, a toss of his head, his hair glinting in the late afternoon sunshine, and oh god, his knees go weak. It’s familiar, perfect and wrong because it’s not him. It’s a beautiful imposter.
Josh flees the café, forgetting his reasons for going in the first place. He hides in his dorm room, where the pictures he propped on his desk stare accusingly back at him. He’s never felt more homesick, never craved another soul the way he does then.
He misses Drake, so damn much.
XX
Author: veiledndarkness
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Thousands of miles, it’s starting to feel like a mistake.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made and no harm intended.
*Mildly implied slash Drake/Josh*
XX
Leaving was hard, but he knew that it would be. And he knew Drake would be blasé about it until the last moment. Josh knew a lot of things but he didn’t figure missing Drake would hurt this bad.
He makes do and props pictures in frames along his desk in his new dorm room, thousands and thousands of miles from his family. He tells himself he made the right choice and that this program was worth the distance. It feels like hollow lies and he hates himself for trying to believe them.
And when he goes to the café weeks later, in search of something other than watered down coffee from the cafeteria, he stops in his tracks, nearly tripping the woman nearest him. He blinks and it’s like he’s dreaming, only it’s too good to be a dream, because sitting at the table is a boy that makes Josh’s stomach flop in an oh, so familiar way.
The same hair, the same clothes, a guitar propped on his lap, a tall cup of something undoubtedly loaded with sugar and caffeine, balanced precariously on top of the notebooks that are scattered every which way on the table before him. Josh blinks again and the tug is there.
He wants to run over, inspect the boy and see if there’s a spray of freckles across his face, each one Josh knows by heart. He wants to listen to him play, to sprawl on the chair with him, too close for most people’s comfort, but perfect for them.
And the boy smiles, glancing in Josh’s direction, a toss of his head, his hair glinting in the late afternoon sunshine, and oh god, his knees go weak. It’s familiar, perfect and wrong because it’s not him. It’s a beautiful imposter.
Josh flees the café, forgetting his reasons for going in the first place. He hides in his dorm room, where the pictures he propped on his desk stare accusingly back at him. He’s never felt more homesick, never craved another soul the way he does then.
He misses Drake, so damn much.
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