Fixing Myra.

Certain Feelings Brewed By a Romantic Night.

*Myra's POV*

I got new underware.

My brother got a date to homecoming.

I got the perfect dress.

And now, I'm spending the night at my incredible guys house; and I'm nervous. I get nervous staying at anyone's house for the first time.

Drake has never asked me to stay at his house.

I've never slept in the same bed as a guy, other than Nate and Brady.

You know what, if he asks, lets just leave Brady out of it.

We've had enough Brady this week.

We were in the car with Keelie and Will on the way to Drakes. It still feels weird not driving my own vheicle places. But I didn't see the point when both Mitch and I had to be back at my house early tomorrow morning. So I had Micha drive my Jeep home since he, Blake, Cooper, and Jordan were all going back to work on their stuff for the showcase. That was the condition of me doing it. All of them had to as well. It may be a lapse of judgement, or just my nerves with sleeping in a bed thats not my own tonight, but I decided to give them the key to my music room. Lord help them if they mess with anything or anything is out of order.

"My?" Drake asked.

"What? Yeah?"

"Are you ok?" He asked me.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just hoping they don't mess up anything in my music room."

"You have your own music room?" Keelie asked.

"I do." I smiled.

"I'm majoring in Nursing, but my minor is Music! If nursing doesn't work I was to be a musical history teacher!"

"This is just weird." Drake shook his head.

"You'll have to come check it out sometime! Besides the instruments I play, I've got walls filled with CD's, cassettes, and vynls." I laughed.

"That's honestly incredible!"

"Are we dating the same person?" Mitch asked Drake.

"Would you rather us hate eachother?" Keelie asked.

"Well no, but damn." Mitch laughed.

We pulled up to the house and Drake opened up the door for me.

He grabbed my bag and held my hand as we walked in to the house.

"Do you need anything. A drink?" He asked me.

"No, I'm alright."

"Lets take your stuff upstairs then." He smiled at me.

We walked up to his room when he told me to put something on TV and he'd call me when he was ready.

"Uh, ok? Drake what's going on?" I asked him.

"It's a surprise!" He smiled and walked out.

*Drake's POV*

I'm not going to lie, I'm shitting my pants right now trying to figure out how I'm going to pull all this off. So, like Nate, I had my own big guns!

"Keel?" I yelled from the kitchen.

"Yes boo?" She asked.

"Can you help me with something?" I asked.

"As long as it's not cooking. I can't cook to save my life." she laughed.

"Can you make the table look all romantic? And the hot tub?" I asked. "Pretty please!"

"What do I get?" She laughed.

"I'll save you food!"

She sighed. "Alright." She smiled at me. "But it better be good."

She doesn't know this, but I've been planning this night for the past 3 days with the help of her brothers. I know her favorite food, her favorite flavors, (thank you keelie for the wine reccommendation based on it) her favorite color for the flowers, her favorite snacks.

But how, how in the blue f**k, am I going to pull off making Pasta Carbonara when I don't even know what it is? I found a recipe in my moms cook book. Thank god my mom cooks.

I boil noodles. I simmer bacon. I completely cook the bacon. I'm sauteing garlic, and making egg mixtures to toss the noodles in. Then I'm cutting up bacon. Then I'm chopping vegetables for the salad. I'm pouring wine. I'm tossing noodles.

I'm FINALLY done. I taste it. I like it. But will she.

Big guns!

"Keel!" I yelled.

"You know Drake, you're yelling alot."

"Will you PLEASE try this and tell me if it sucks?"

"Ugh, fine." She threw her head back as if she was dreading it.

She took a bite.

"MITCHELL!" she yelled.

"What! What happened!" He came running in to the kitchen.

She held the fork in front of his mouth. He took a bite. "And YOU," he pointed at me. "You made this?" he asked.

"Oh my god it sucks. I knew--"

"Drake it's so good. But. I set up all the stuff you asked, so we get some!" Keelie clapped.

I put some in two bowls for them and two good bowls for Myra and I and brought them and set them on the cart next to the table. Thank you Keelie because it looked great! Then I brought the salad and wine out. Two glasses full and the bottle on the side.

"You're such a sweetheart." Keelie said standing in the doorway to the patio.

"I tried."

"I can tell bud. And you're still trying!" She smiled. "Don't ever stop trying to do things like this, Ok?"

I smiled. "Alright!"

"Go get your girl!"

I walked inside and up the stairs to find Myra looking through a magazine.

*Myra's POV*

Drake was gone for about an hour until he came in the room.

I was reading one of his moms Cosmo magazines.

"Isn't that a s*x magazine?" He asked.

"No, it's more than that. It's got fashion tips in it too. Plus reccommendations for different things."

He laughed. "Come down stairs."

"Are you going to tell me what's going on yet?" I asked.

"You'll see, come on!" He grabbed my hand.

I followed him down the stairs and out to the patio.

"Drake you did not make me dinner!" I smiled.

"Oh but I did." He said pulling out a chair for me.

I sat down.

"Caesar salads?" I laughed.

"Just the first course!" He smiled.

I noticed the bottle sitting on the table.

"Wine?" I asked.

"Don't worry. It's a sweet wine. My mom picked it up for me."

I took a sip and smiled.

"Did you talk to my brothers?" I asked taking a bite of my salad.

"What makes you think that?" He laughed.

"Because I never told you my favorite flavor anything was black cherry. I also never told you red was my favorite color." I said pointing to the table cloth and the red and white rose petals.

He smiled. "Alright. I talked to them." He laughed. "I've actually been planning this whole night for a few days."

"You are so sweet Drake Adams." I said holding his hand over the table.

"I'm trying. I'll always be trying for you My." he smiled at me.

We kept talking and finished our salads.

"So, you said that was only the first course?" I asked.

"I did. And if you don't like this, you really don't have to eat it. Mitch and Keelie tried it an--" I cut him off.

"Drake I like food. I'm eating whatever you made!" I said to him as he walked over to the cart and brought back 2 bowls with covers over them.

He took off the cover and I could tell that smell anywhere. "Drake!"

"What?" He asked smiling.

"You did not make me pasta carbonara!" I smiled.

"I tried to!"

I took a bite. I was shocked. It was actually really good. "It's fantastic love."

He smiled. "You've never called me love before."

"It just kind of came out." I said taking another bite.

"I like it." He kept smiling as he took a bite.

I took a sip of wine. "I didn't know you drank wine."

"I do if it's sweet. But I have no clue which is which half the time."

"Then how did you manage to pick this?" I asked.

"It was Keelie's reccommendation." He laughed.

"You are so sweet."

I smiled.

We finished our pasta.

"Now, desert." He smiled at me.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's over at the hot tub." He smiled at me. "So you need to go put your bikini on. Maybe your hair up since its warm!"

We walked up the stairs. He changed in the bathroom and told me I could change in his room.

I pulled out the baithing suit. "You would pick this one!" I yelled in to the bathroom.

"I liked the color!" he yelled back. It was a deep grass green bikini with a cheeky bottom and a push up top.

I was throwing my hair up in to a messy bun and fixed it up a little bit.

He walked out of the bathroom in a pair of swim shorts. Ugh he's gorgeous.

"I definitely picked the right one My. Wow." He smiled looking me up and down.

I pushed him. "Stop it!"

"Stop what!" He laughed grabbing my hands.

"If we're not having s*x you better stop looking at me like that!"

He let go of my hands and just stared at me.

What the hell did I just say?

"Myra." he said looking at me.

"Lets just go down to the hott tub."

I said walking out the room.

He took my hand and kissed me.

He lead the way down to the back yard and helped me in to the hot tub.

He walked over with a gift bag, and another plate with a cover.

"Drake what did you do?" I smiled.

"Open it."

I opened the lid on the plate "You made me chocolate covered Cherry's!" I laughed.

"Dark Chocolate!" He smiled. "Open the bag!"

I opened the bag and pulled out two bags of my favorite candy. "This is so sweet!" I gave him a kiss as he sat in the tub next to me.

I noticed something else in the bottom of the bag. I pulled out this package and opened it to see a beautiful boxing outfit. It was a deep purple and a robe to match the shorts and top. "Drake." i sighed.

"Turn it around." he smiled.

On the back of it it said in big white letters 'Strength.' "You didn't have to do this." I looked at him.

"I wanted to. Seeing you smile makes me happy My." He said. "I'd do anything to make you smile."

I put the things back in the bag and put my hand on his face. "How did I get so lucky?" I asked before I kissed him.

He pulled away an rested his forehead on mine. "We really need to talk."

I pulled away."Ok?"

"What's going on with you?" He asked me.

"What do you mean?"

"You're making all these comments like you want to move faster." He said.

I stayed silent.

"My?"

I was still silent.

"Myra!"

"I want to have s*x Drake."

His eyes got wide. "No you don't." He shook his head.

"But, I do."

"No, you don't."

"Why? Why were you willing to do this with all these other girls and not me?" I asked him.

"It's not a competition Myra. Those girls meant nothing to me. You do."

"You said you'd do anything to make me smile."

"Not that! It's all this stuff talking. The dinner, the romantic stuff. You don't want to do this yet. You were with someone for 3 years and didn't want to have s*x"

"I was never comfortable enough with him to want to Drake."

He got quiet.

"I'll make a deal with you." he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Give it until at least after your match in 2 weeks."

"What do you mean?"

"Lets take a little longer to see if you actually want to. If you still want to after your match. I promise we will. But you HAVE to tell me if you change your mind."

"Really?" I asked.

"If it's what you want, then yes."

"But, is it what you want?" I asked him

He laughed. "That was the stupidest question you have ever asked me." He said puling me on to his lap straddling him. He put his hand on the back of my neck. "I've never wanted to have s*x with someone more than I do you. But I don't want you to rush in to it because of my past."

I smiled at him "You're incredible" I said kissing him. "But, I'm exhausted."

He wrapped my legs around his waist, stood up, got out, and carried me up to his room.

"Get dressed and we'll go to bed baby." He smiled at me.

"Say it again." I laughed.

"Shut up!" he yelled walking in to the bathroom.

I looked through my bag and grabbed my shorts he packed me for bed. I put them on and began looking for my shirt. "Drake?" I asked. "Did you pack me a shirt to sleep in?"

"Nope!" He said walking out of the bathroom.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I wanted you to sleep in one of mine. I didn't pack you a sweatshirt either."

"Drake I'm going to freeze tomorrow morning!"

He walked over and threw me a jacket. "No you won't." He smiled. It was his football jacket. It had his last name on the back.

"Really?" I asked.

"Well yeah. You'll be the first girl to ever wear that thing." He smiled at me handing me a shirt. "This is yours to keep to."

It was a school football tshirt which also had his last name on the back.

I went to take my baithing suit off then stopped.

"Oh like I haven't seen them." He laughed and rolled his eyes.

I took the top off and put the shirt on.

"You look so good in that." He said walking over to me laying me on the bed kissing me.

He pulled away and rolled over. He put on a movie and we cuddled until we fell asleep.

This was literally the perfect night.