~Maya~
Drake was gone all day and still hadn't returned when we went to bed. None of us had heard from him, and we were beginning to worry as we all gave up waiting and reluctantly went to bed. However, the next morning, I wake to voices downstairs and the sound of Drake's truck. I race to get dressed, wanting to see if it is him, though I know the sound of his truck by heart.
Rushing down the steps, I see Keegan set his fry pan down, and head toward the front of the house where I can see Clay already is talking to someone. A second later I hear Drake's voice, relief floods me until I make my way over and catch the look on his face.
"Living room, now!" Drake snaps at us and my brows pinch, but I follow his direction and move to the living room and sit on the couch.
Drake stands in the
