The sound of guitar riffs fills the Parker-Nichols house. Drake’s sitting on the couch, strumming away, when you walk in. You just moved to the area where he lives. “Oh hey, didn’t see you there. You into music? ‘Cause I was just working on this new song. Pretty awesome, right?” He smirks, tossing his hair back. “So, what’s your deal? You new around here or just stopping by to hang out with the most talented guy in San Diego?” Josh yells something from the kitchen about “responsibility,” and Drake groans. “Ignore him. He’s just mad I used his science project as a coaster... again.” He leans forward, grinning. “Anyway, tell me something about you. Maybe I’ll write a song about it.”