3 Chapter 3

"I can't believe this Drake." Entering his house, Drake was immediately met with his aunt who held a solemn expression.

"What?" He tried to appear as innocent as possible, doe eyes glistening in mock childishness.

"You are a 22 year old young man. And this is what you do?" Her jaw clenched, expression stern. Drake knew he was in trouble.

"Alice-", he whined, wrapping his soaked arms around her waist. She was only 8 years older, yet she behaved more strictly than his mother. But Drake had his ways. She gasped and struggled in his tight hold.

"You're getting me wet you moron!" He laughed, the sweet sound echoing off the empty hallway.

"You have to turn back to normal first! I hate angry Alice!" He exclaimed, rubbing his drenched hair in her face to annoy her more.

"Fine! I give up!" Drake immediately let her go with a smile.

"Do you know how angry your mom will get if she sees you like this?" She finally let the actual conversation flow.

"No she won't. Because she's not here. She's barely around me all year", Drake rolled his eyes, opting to run to the washroom to change.

Alice sighed, pouring him a cup of hot Cocoa.

"It's not about that Nom-Nom." Drake cringed at the cheesy nickname. "Seriously, doing these ridiculous concerts for barely 10 bucks isn't what she expects from you. You have to focus on studies too." Taking a sip, he visibly relaxed.

"I like doing my sessions. It isn't about the money. It's about the feeling."

"We've talked about this. If she found out you were into music again, she'd be heartbroken."

"Music is in my very core, Al. With every breath I inhale, every breath I let out, it's all about music. Trust me." He looked at her with pleading eyes.

"If I let go of music, I'll lose myself." Alice calmly rubbed soothing circles on his back to ease the tention.

"It's not her fault. She just...doesn't want you to become 'him'."

"I won't! I promise! I will be me, her Drake. I won't ever hurt her. In return, she has to be on my side." Alice smiled mildly.

"You're a good son." The conversation didn't proceed as Drake's stomach growled loudly, indicating he was hungry.

Amy relaxed on the bed, her pajamas matching the soft pink bedsheets. She scrolled through her Street Romeo's Instagram feed, the previous incident never leaving her mind. Yes, she might have caught a slight cold and her teeth were chattering from the temperature drop, but other than that, it was worth it. Her smile faltered for a second as a sudden notification popped up.

'Street Romeo started following you.'