My Dearest Dear. [Drake Christopher] {NOW BACK!}

Chapter Thirteen. [The Talk (Wreck) // What A Way To Ask]

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----Emalee's POV---

Well that text message was the absolute end of me. Not only did Meagan say "perf", which cause me to burst out laughing like a dipshit,  it was also about me and Drake, being so perfect together. I mean, I hate that the realist in me is coming out, but we'd be like any other couple; fights, make-ups, make-outs, you know? I want something more than that, but only from him. Forget my other miserable failings of boyfriends, Drake was something special. But now it was ruined, because when I started laughing, he wanted an explanation. When I told him, I lost all confidence and became embarrassed, he seemed a little uncomfortable. I still hadn't said anything about last night, but I could tell it was bothering Drake to hell and back. Taking a deep breath I quietly said, "You can ask me anything, I won't get offended and I'll try my best to answer." He took that to thought for a little while. I focused on the road, some cars were acting a bit shifty, but I put it off. 

"Why did you act all.. Funny, last night? Before you passed out?" Drake asked finally, staring down at his knees. 

"Okay, sometimes when I have a lot of caffeine and had to have concentrated a lot, I get a little loopy, it's weird, I had gotten it from my grandmother. I'm really sorry I didn't tell you beforehand," I said while changing lanes, I caught him nodding, absorbing every word.

"So did you mean.. The things you, um, said?" Drake tripped a little over his words, making me smile, it was a small one, but a smile nonetheless. 

"Yeah, it sucks it didn't happen at the right moment, hehe, sorry," I mumbled, frowning now as the two cars shifted to that one was in front of me and the other behind. A heard a large exhale from beside me; he was relieved I meant it.

"Mind if I ask I question- two actually?" I said softly, fear growing in the pit of my stomach. 

"Of course."

"C-can I hold your hand?" I swallowed loudily, but I felt a hand enclose mine, sending an electrocuting tingle to the nerves in my arm. 

"Last one," I breathed deeply, "Do you actually like me?"

"Emalee, I've felt something ever since I first saw you, all alone and nervous to come see us. It took me until just now to, to realize, well, I kind of fell in love with you," My heart stopped, and so did the car in front of me. My tiny car was smashed as the vehicle behind me rammed into the back, causing the glass to break and fly everywhere, jerking me to the windshield, I was pressed back, by my seatbelt and by an arm.

"Ema, can you get out? Are you ok? Please be ok," Drake was fretting beside me, even though I could blurrily see the blood trickle down from the gashes on his sweet face, my heart tugged, thumping loudly in my chest and ears and throat. I nodded, not able to talk. 

"I-I'm ok, I think," I sputtered, feeling around numbly for my phone.

"Call the police, Drake, ow, dammit," I was rambling curse words by now, sticking Drake's name in there a few times. I was in so much shock and pain, 

"Em, get out now!" He cried, climbing over and breaking the door open before shoving me out, I grabbed onto his wrists, loosing any hold on the ground and started tumbling down a little hill, tangling ourselves up but stopped to see my little beetle get smashed into again, then burst into flames before both the cars drove off.

"Oh god, Drake, oh my god," Tears were mixing in with the drying blood on my face. I probably looked horrendous, but I reached out for him. Drake managed to wrap me in a hug, loosely so that the glass wouldn't bury in our skin. I patted around my pockets with shaking hands, tugging out my also smashed phone and managed to call 911.