Disclaimer: I don't own Drake&Josh.
February, 28 – 2004
I'm not talking to Drake. Never, never more!
Unless he apologizes. To me and Mindy.
What he did was unforgivable.
He doesn't like her? Fine. But that doesn't mean he can act like he did.
We were in my room. Me and Mindy. We were alone at home. Things got hot.
We're young and full of hormones, I think it's only natural that we wanna touch each other.
But Drake doesn't see it that way. He arrived suddenly and started yelling at us like a banshee on fire. 'What the f*ck is going on here??'
Before I knew Mindy was jumping to her feet yanking her tank top down and doing her best to put on her flats.
I tried to explain but it was useless. Drake kept screeching about how we were invading his space and that our room was sacred.
The worst part was yet to come, he called Mindy names. Terrible stuff.
After I drove Mindy home I came back to get him.
We yelled at each other. Mom and Dad had to intervene.
He told me to get lost and then walked away.
He's sleeping in the basement.
J.N.
Eep!
Thank you.