Bobby Drake (nomoremriceguy) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-03-04 06:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | elixir, iceman |
Who: Bobby, Josh, and the Drakes
When: Friday night [foredated]
Where: Drake residence
What: After classes, the dysfunctional duo head downstate for the Drake family reunion.
Warnings: Very long. Other than that? Nothing ...yet.
Bobby Drake had talked to Mr. Summers earlier in the week about borrowing a car for the weekend. To his delight, Scott relented the keys once more and Bobby began to wonder when this would come back to haunt him. Cyclops' trust in Bobby was too good to be true. Packing only his backpack for the weekend and his snowboard, Bobby loaded into the black car and the pair set off for Long Island.
On the drive down, they made jokes and mostly mocked Bobby's driving. He still wasn't used to driving in snowy weather and so he was like a grandmother, driving slow and eyes glued to the road. They rummaged through the mysterious and outdated CDs left in the car, speculated on which teacher's they were, and then talked video game accomplishments and classmate gossip.
Since Josh continued to be insistent that they not go to Queens to visit his own family, Bobby made the call that they would go to the Drake household first. He wasn't sure how a reunion with his parents would go, especially since he hadn't warned them he was coming. He knew his parents though - where else would they be Friday night but home? The lights were on to prove his theory true. Even though he had a key to the single-story house located in a rather ordinary, if cramped, suburb, Bobby felt the need to knock. Barging right on in would be an even bigger surprise. He insisted Josh not even wait in the car for the initial reunion. For somewhat selfish reasons, he wanted his friend - an obvious mutant - to be with him the whole time. If they couldn't accept Josh, Bobby wouldn't accept them. This game they had been playing of disowning him yet keeping in contact and giving him false hope had to stop.
He knocked before he even remembered to breathe. Oh, God. It suddenly all hit him and his false bravado the few hour drive over suddenly dissolved. As he reminded himself to keep his game face on, the door opened. Of course it would be his mother answering. Bobby's parents were surprisingly older than most for having a single 17-year old son. His mother looked the same to him as the last time he had unsuccessfully visited for a few days - hair pulled back and brunette color graying, clothes casual and unflattering. Sweatshirt anyone?
"Bobby!" Madeline Drake exclaimed, an almost Streisand-like accent to her. She looked more distraught than excited to see her son. As Bobby persisted on the doorstep for several seconds, she eventually let both boys in. When they were in the light of the house did her paranoid look to Josh feel justified. Bobby introduced his mother to Josh, but instead of shaking his hand she simply nodded toward him. Then the warning came, the same warning that always happened as if Mrs. Drake was the maid to the house and not the matron: "...Bobby, I don't think your father is going to be in the best of..."
"Bobby," a voice interrupted. Bobby's father was much like him, aside from the graying dark hair. He wasn't all that tall, nor all that stalky for his age. An average man in his late 40s. "Who's your friend?" Whether he had been eavesdropping or not, William Drake entered through the kitchen and appeared somewhat cordial despite a gruff voice and lack of a smile.
Introducing Josh once more and starting to feel horrible that he put his friend in this situation, Bobby was horrified when Mr. Drake extended his hand to Joshua. Mr. Drake offered no additional hello's or welcome, just a manly nod. Bobby honestly never would have seen that coming. What did that mean? Would this go better than expected? His father almost appeared unfazed by it all, though Bobby had long since forgotten what it was like to see his father smile.