When I woke up I was in Drake’s arms and I felt strangely comfortable but I didn’t like the fact that I was remotely okay with being in his arms so I began to pull away. “Why are you trying to leave so soon?”
“You had to stay on your side,” I growled.
“You had a nightmare.” He held me closer as he murmured this in my hair. “That was the best night ever, I have to say for someone who seems to hate physical contact you know how to cuddle.”
“Thanks,” I muttered indifferent. “Now let go, how did we end up like this?”
“You had a nightmare,” he repeated as if it explained the world's mysteries. “God, I’m starving.”
“Then get up and get some food,” I muttered as I struggled to get out of his grip.
“And ruin this moment?” He sighed. “Fine.” He got up and stretched he still wore no shirt which made me feel worst about “cuddling” with him, he was Ally’s dream guy that I’d just spent a whole night on his bed, thank god it wasn’t as bad as it sounded. “What can I get you?”
“Orange juice,” I said getting up and going to the bathroom I brushed my teeth and fixed up my hair but I didn’t change out of my p.j’s I was too lazy to do it. Drake came in with two glasses of orange juice, waffles, syrup, strawberries, it like a honeymooning breakfast I frowned. “Dude, what’s with the strawberries?”
“Vitamin C?” He covered lamely, if only he knew that stawberries offered no vitamin C.
“Just give me my orange juice,” I said as I walked over to take the glass from his hand our fingers brushing against each other, he pulled away like I’d burned him.
“Sorry,” he muttered under his breath.
“It’s fine.” I took one huge gulp at the orange juice. “Is this fresh?”
“Yeah.” He smiled. “Wanna go out after we eat to this awesome place I guarantee you’ll have the best time ever, unless your leaving today?”
“Sure, I’m not going any time soon unless you give me the boot.” I grinned taking a waffle. “Where we going?”
“It’s a surprise,” he said. “I’ll get dressed.” He put a waffle in his mouth then went into the bathroom after a while he came out with a towel around his waist and another around his neck, I arched a brow. “Sorry, I forgot my clothes.”
He went into the closet, I would be lying if I said I hadn’t looked at his well toned lean upper body and how the towel hugged his hips so lowly. I shook my head grabbed my bag going into the bathroom. I dressed in a Bite Me black shirt with a black and white scarf that had a skull pattern and parachute black pants along with long elbow length gloves to hide my bruises from view and for shoes I wore regular sneakers. I had straightened my hair and went out to find Drake in a black and white striped shirt (the stripes horizontal), leather gloves, belt with a skull buckle, black skinny jeans, some worn out vans, and his hair falling over his eyes in that emo cut. He looked good, really good. He’s Ally’s, taunted the voice, don’t get use to the view.
“You look good,” he commented. “Let’s go.” He reached for my hand and pulled me along outside to his truck but he bumped into a elderly lady that had a semi glare.
“Where do you think your going?” She questioned him with a brown arched.
“Out, Danny.” He used a pet name.
“Your parents will be home today,” she informed.
“Precisely why I’m going out.” He smiled.
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Deal With It
Teen FictionNekoda a.k.a Cody's mom has been in rehab since she was a freshman. That's when things went downhill. Her step father was left in charge and he hates her to death. She has tried to avoid drama. First by breaking ties with everyone except her best fr...
