Author's Note: In this fanfic, the Drew/gang thing never happened. Just thought it'd be easier that way. Bianca and Drew got high again, and when his mom found out, she forced him to break up with her, but he's over it now. Alli and Dave used to go out, but he cheated on he with Sadie. Alli is still in grade ten, while Drew is in grade eleven.

I just wrote this story for fun. Thought it'd be cool to try it out, although Alli is a bit OOC. Man, I want them to get back together soooo badly.

Anyways, enough rambling, here's the story—after the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Degrassi franchise.

Chapter 1: Why The Hell Not?

Alli POV

Alli: Meet me in the boiler room. Not exactly 4 wat u think it is.

Drew: What? W8, what r we gonna do in there…

Alli: Just come.

Drew: No, I have science.

Alli: Poor thing—this is important. Come.

Drew: B there in a few.

I shove my phone back into my glossy lime green and black bag that's sitting on the floor and rush over to the boiler room. Am I really about to ask him this? Well, I have no choice but to…besides, after Dave cheating on me with Sadie, I need a long break from relationships. I need a someone to be my friend with benefits. And Drew is the one guy that comes to my mind when I think of that. He's gorgeous, an amazing kisser, and gossip sources say that he's done with Bianca.

If we're not dating, he can't hurt me. Like Johnny and Dave did…like Drew did once too. This time will be different. It has to be.

Someone opens the door, dragging me out of my intense thoughts.

"Hi," I greet, with a half-smile. Drew looks nervous to be here—why should he be? He's got no girlfriend to cheat on. "Drew, I think we should—"

"Look, Alli, I'm sick of relationships. They're too much to handle," Drew simply explains to me. Sounds very similar to what he kept insisting at the beginning of our first relationship. "I tried it out and…I'm just not that kind of guy."

Giving him one of my infamous eye-rolls, I start sauntering closer and closer to him, until our bodies are only a few centimeters away from touching. I swear I can hear him try to catch his breath in his throat.

"Well good. 'Cuz I've given up on them too. And I'm sure as hell not about to start one up again with you," I point out. Reading the expression on his face, it's obvious that he's slightly offended.

"What are you saying?" he asks, not picking up on the clue. I take a deep breath.

"Why don't we have some fun this year?" I clarify. He's not the smartest guy in the world but with the hints I'm dropping and the flirty gestures I'm putting forward right now, I can't believe he hasn't caught on yet.

"You don't want a label?" he exclaims in disbelief. Now I can't quite blame him for that one—I do tend to like those labels, being known as someone's girlfriend.

"That hard to believe?" I say, kinda disappointed with myself. It's not like I'm Clare or Anya or…I can learn to enjoy the whole 'friends with benefits' situation. "So is that a 'yes' or a 'no'?"

"Is this for real? You wanna have a no strings attached relationship with me?" he inquires. I knew this was a bad idea. This is why you don't take advice from Marisol Lewis. The girl with half a brain.

"I knew this was a bad idea—" I murmur below my breath and start walking away when Drew holds me back. I swivel around 180° to face him. Before I know it, he pushes me up against a wall and slams his lips onto mine. I quickly join in on the kiss.

When we pull apart, I gasp for air and try to get my heart beating at its normal pace. Drew flashes me one of his irresistibly sexy smiles and I shoot him a flirty smirk back.

"Maybe it wasn't that bad of an idea then," I conclude.

"So…now you want to be friends with benefits?" he asks, referring to when I did all those crazy things such as writing his Victorian Era essay to try and get him to commit.

"Not necessarily sex but…y'know," I stammer, in a sudden loss for words. I decide to restart my mildly messed up sentence. "Sav and my parents won't be home until seven…after school, wanna go over to my place and make out?"

"Sounds like a plan," he says, heading out.

I take a deep breath, sinking in everything that just happened and a small smile flits across my face unintentionally.