Nightmare Chapter 21: Getting Ready For The Dance

I was cuddled up in Drake's arms when the door opened. Again. Is it impossible to get any privacy in this place? Apparently, it was. All I wanted was some time alone with Drake to lie in his arms. Well, I have been doing that pretty much all day, but I just can't get enough of him. I don't ever remember being like this with Adam.

"What are you doing?" Jessica asked me. "Are you insane? That's it. You're going to a mental hospital!' She exclaimed.

I chucked a pillow at her. "Get out of here!"

"Fine!" She grunted, but she left anyways. I cuddled back up in Drake's arms and closed my eyes. This was all I wanted to do. Spend time in silence with Drake's arms around me.

"What was all that about?" Drake asked.

"I have no clue," I replied. But then the door opened. Again. But this time it was my mother.

"Let me guess, you're cold again?" she asked me upon seeing my in Drake's arms. I pulled my head off of Drake's chest.

"Uh, yeah," I replied. "Why does it matter? I cuddle with Adam all of the time," I said. I don't know why is does. I thought that my mom liked Drake.

"It doesn't, I guess," she said. "It is time to get ready for the dance. Kris and Katy are going to be there also."

"Okay," I sighed. Getting ready for the dance would mean that I would have to leave Drake's arms. I didn't really want to do that. But I had to. Maybe if I was lucky, I would be able to dance with him tonight at the dance… yeah, that will never happen. I like him… but he loves Adam. Again why me life sucks.

My mom left and I turned back over and cuddled up with him. "Allie," Drake said to me a while later, "we really need to get up and get ready."

"Yeah," I sat up and got out of Drake's arms. "I'm going to go and shower,"

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After I had showered, I straightened my hair and done my make up. I was now in my room looking for something to wear. In the previous years that I had gone to this pointless dance, I didn't really care if I looked perfect. But this year was different. I had to look perfect for Drake. I know that I have no chance what so ever, but I really like him and want to impress him.

Someone knocked on my door, interrupting ,y train of thought.

"Yeah?" I asked, still looking through my closet for something to wear.

"Can I come in?" he asked me. It was Drake. Suddenly, I fell all nervous inside. I was never like this with Adam. I really like him and even when I thought that I was in love with him. I guess that I really like Drake.

"Yeah, I replied. He opened the door and he walked in. I turned my attention away from the closet and looked over at Drake. My jaw dropped. Drake looked so hot. He was wearing some polo shirt that really brought out his eyes. It was partially unbuttoned on the top. He was wearing some dress pants also. He looks so hot right now. Well, not that he doesn't look hot always.

"Are you okay?" he asked me. But I didn't say anything. I was to busy staring at him.

"Uh… oh, sorry," I said. It wasn't my fault that Drake is so hot. He just… is.

"Why aren't you changed? We are leaving in like ten minutes," Drake said.

"Can't find anything to wear," I sighed, turning back to my closet. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed the top of my head.

"Let's see what I can do in ten minutes then," he said. God, I am liking him more by the second.

"Okay," I smiled at him, turning around in his arms to face him. He kissed me lightly on the lips before turning back to my closet. I only had a couple of dresses. Mostly I had basketball shirts and football jerseys.

I just hope that he can find something that he thinks that I look good in.

He pulled a couple of dresses down and out them up to me. He pulled another one down but before he could put it up to me, he put it back and grabbed one from the top rack. He put it up to me.

"This," Drake said. "This is the one," he handed it to me. It was a strapless black dress that went right below my knees. I wore it once for the travel ball ceremony that happens at the end of each season.

"Okay," I smiled at him. "Now get out of here so that I can change," I laughed.

"Okay, okay," he laughed and kissed my forehead. "I'll be outside your door," He walked out the door and shut it. I changed but then realized that I couldn't reach the zipper. I held it up and went outside the door.

"Drake? Can you zip me up?" I asked.

"Sure," he laughed. He put his hands on my back and zipped the zipper up. I shivered. I was going crazy for sure.

"Thanks," I said to him. There was a moment of silence, us just looking at each other.

"Want to go downstairs now?" he asked me after a while.

"Yeah," I replied. He put a hand on my back and I thought that I was going to faint. He lead me downstairs where everyone was waiting for us. My dad doesn't look very happy. I think that he hates Drake now. Yeah, probably.

"Alright," my dad said after throwing daggers at Drake for a wile, "Let's get going. Kris and Katy are meeting us there."

We all went outside. Drake still had his arm tight around my waist. I felt kind of bad. I mean, Adam is right there and all. But he doesn't seem to be bothered by it, so I guess that it is okay. NO NO NO! It is NOT okay. This is Drake for crying out loud! It is wrong. I keep telling myself that, but it doesn't work.