Drake came to my house, drenched and looking like he hadn't slept in a while. I just stared at him for a second before letting him in.

"What's wrong?" I asked, "Why do you look like this, Drake?" Drake smiled sleepily.

"Just a little tired." Drake said, "Our neighbors have a band and practice all night." I frowned.

"Like I said, you should come live here." I said, "We don't have a band nearby that practices all night." Drake's smile turned into a frown.

"But we don't want to intrude..." Drake said.

"How about we go ask my parents now?" I asked, "They're here." Drake sighed.

"If you really want to..." Drake said. Drake and I walked to the living room where Mom and Dad were cuddling and flipping through channels on the TV.

"Hey, Drake." Dad said, "How are you doing?"

"You don't look so good, do you want to lay down?" Mom asked as she got up.

"I'm fine." Drake said, "But laying down does sound nice... Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Favaer."

"Call me Duke, Drake." Dad said.

"Miss Marissa is fine." Mom said. Drake smiled again and sat down on the other couch. He then laid down and fell asleep.

"So, what did you want to ask, Nick?" Dad asked.

"Can Drake and his Dad live in the garage?" I asked.

"Sure, why not?" Mom let out with a smile.

"Why, are they having a tough time?" Dad asked.

"His ex-step-mother got the house when his Dad divorced her, so they moved into one of those tiny apartments." I said, "Apparently their neighbors are in a band and practice all night. It's been keeping Drake and his Dad up."

"Yeah, we have plenty of room for them." Dad said, "Tell them that they're welcome anytime."

"I hope your boyfriend gets enough sleep..." Mom said.

"How about I move him into my room?" I asked.

"Uh... How about your father helps?" Mom said.

"Oh, okay." Dad said. Dad and I moved Drake into my room and laid him on my bed. Dad left shortly after and I sat at my desk and fiddled with a pencil until Drake woke up.