Finally Myra.

6.

*Lacey's POV*

No. Under no circumstances do I trust Drake. But, I don't have to. I would love for Myra to find happiness in someone other than Layton, but the reality is, I haven't seen her happier with someone as she was with Drake.

I can't really say anything though, because it has been 4 years. I don't know what changes they have made. But this Drake, and this Cooper, they seem have to matured alot. This Riken, is still the same Riken Myra and I loved. And Jordan, he will always be a child at heart, which makes him perfect for Marty.

Drake and I walked back in to the house.

"She's out of the bath." Blake nodded.

"And we are also home." Brady pointed at he and Nate. "How was your day baby." He stood up and kissed me.

"It was wonderful, but I feel like I may die." I nodded.

"Oh god what did you do Lace." Nate shook his head.

"She bought her something to wear to this club tonight. What's it called?" Cooper looked at me.

"Livingroom." I pursed my lips.

"Oh my god she's going to kill you." Brady closed his eyes.

"Whoah, hold on a minute. I never agree'd to a night club." Drake shook his head.

"Oh we got something for you too." Blake laughed.

"Oh god." He closed his eyes.

"And, we are going to dinner too, Minneapolis is two hours away, so, chop chop gentleman, Marty and Lilah are almost on their way." I smiled.

But then we heard guitar coming from upstairs.

I looked at Drake. "What did Todd say to her?" I shook my head.

"Uh. Eat lunch, take a bath, relax, drink too much, be 21." He nodded.

"What the hell?" Nate and Brady got up and ran up the stairs.

"What?" Cooper gave me a look.

"She hasn't actually sat down and played in a really long time." I pursed my lips. "I've never heard this one."

"Because it's 6 years old." Blake popped up and ran up the stairs.

"Follow." Micha nodded.

We all followed him up just as Myra started singing.

your eyes, so crisp, so green

sour apple baby, but you taste so sweet

you got hips like jagger and two left feet

and i wonder if you'd like to meet.

your voice is velvet through a telephone

you can come to mine, but both my room-mates are home

think they know a bar where they would leave us alone

and I wonder if you'd take it slow.

oh we're dancing in my living room

and up come my fists

And then I noticed Drake's mouth open slightly.

and I say I'm only playing but

the truth is this

that I've never seen a mouth that I would kill to kiss