2. Chapter 2 (JakeB)
Drake is my best friend, he speaks to me a lot and although I can't see him, he can see me, he tells me he is always around and that he will help me if I'm stuck. He can move things with 'telekinesis' but he won't show me. It's probably why I find things misplaced sometimes around the house.
He told me he has black hair and brown eyes and that I'm not the only person he has spoken to before. He has a nice smooth voice, sounds like a teenager. I'm thirty five and have a boring job as a coffee shop lady, so many mugs go in there and stare at your breasts while the coffee is pouring, the modern age kids are so full of crap trying to flirt with you when I'm triple their age almost, I don't like to think about my age though. It annoys me.
I've always wanted to be an author, so many great ideas but I don't know how to transfer them to paper, its really difficult.
Anyway, I haven't spoken to Drake in a while, he upset me when he commented on my father who passed eight years ago. He can be out of order sometimes but I can't help but laugh at him even when I'm mad.
He never laughs, I don't know why when I ask him he says its because he finds nothing funny. He speaks in the same tone all the time and never seems happy even though he tells me he is. Its strange I will say that but he is still my best friend.
I've known him for two years now and he knows a lot about me, its probably because he's with me 24/7.
Drake will hopefully be with me my whole life, for as long as I live.