Drake pulled up to the huge white mansion. It looked down at him and engulfed him and strangled him. He wanted so bad to just stay in his expensive sports car, but he knew he had to go back in eventually.

He opened the door and tried to slip up the stairs, unnoticed. Neither of his parents heard him. They were both to busy fighting, screaming, and throwing random objects. He sat in his room starring at the ceiling and listened to it all come undone around him. One of the worse things about the whole situation was that he was stuck here and he couldn't leave. Yeah, he could tell the cops or someone, but they would never believe him. They all seemed like the perfect little blonde family. So he was stuck. He was stranded in a deserted island without any chance for escape. He knew that this was going to mess him up so bad...he already was. He had deep dark secrets, skeletons shoved way down deep in his closet. The fighting quieted down and before he floated off to sleep he hoped Punk was doing a lot better than him right now. Because at that moment, life had absolutely no meaning...except to see what color eye shadow Punk would wear next. Seems stupid to you, but to him, she's all he's got. This didn't do much for his self-esteam.

Drake woke up at 2:00 AM that Saturday morning. He picked up the phone and called Punk without looking at the clock. It rang awhile when she finally answered.

"What?!?"

"Hey Dutchess, what's with the attitude?."

"Why the hell are you calling me now?! Something better be on fire or about to explode or some deathly kinda shit to have waken me up this early!!!"

"Huh?"

"It's 2:07 in the fucking morning, jackass."

"It is? Wow, it's early."

"No shit, Sherlock!!"

"Oh. Sorry." Drake said and laughed nervously.

"What do you want?" She snapped.

"I just wanted to talk to you, I guess"

"Well let's save that for normal hours, alrighty love?"

"Yeah. Uh go back to sleep."

"Planning to."

"Good night."

"Good morning."

"What?"

"It's morning."

"You're doing it again."

"I know and I love it." With that she hung up and curled up under her blanket but never could go back to sleep. She flipped through channels until she found 'Interview with a Vampire' and thought of how sexy Brad Pitt is...was.( o-nay inkles-wray! )

Drake, on the other hand, did go back to sleep. He even dreamed that he killed somebody and was on the run from the cops and Punk was with him, except with blonde hair and a southern accent, and they were going to Mexico to swim in pools of illegal drugs.(Yum-Yum.)

It was now 9:27 A.M. and Punk never did go back to sleep. She knew there was not enough concealer in the world to hide the bags she'd have under her eyes when she looked into the mirror. The house was completely quiet. She could tell that everyone had already eaten breakfast and left so she was stuck there without transportation, with nothing in the fridge but week old Chinese and moldy left over fried chicken.(Yum-Yum to the 11th power.)

She sat on her couch in her bra and panties under a blanket watching low-budget movies for a few hours when the extreme boredom was enough to yank all her hair out. She got dressed and walked down the street to Amy's house and jimmied the lock. She could hear Amy snoring all the way from her bedroom to the living room but that didn't stop Punk, oh no. She stomped into Amy's room and threw her 25 pound (they weighed) purse at her head. Amy yelled "I didn't do it Mommy! It was Robby, I swear!"

"Robby's still alive? I thought I killed him."

"Jesus, Punk. You scared me. Anyway millions of guys have seen you naked why'd you flip on him?"

"Because he was waiting for me in the bathroom when I had to take showers over here 'cause my water was off!"

"He's going through puberty!"

"So! When I went through puberty I didn't hang out in Brad Pitt's or Leonardo Dicaprio's bathroom did I?"

"Like they'd even let you within 3 miles of their house."

Punk glared at her "Get dressed. I'm bored and wanna go somewhere."

"Jesus, I wish you had a car. That way you wouldn't have to come over here every time you're bored."

"Yeah, you really need to get some beauty sleep."

Amy flipped her off and pulled the covers over her head. Punk pulled the curtains open and sat on Amy's stomach.

"Get off me! I can't breath! Get off!" Amy screamed.

"Are you gonna get up?"

"I was always gonna get up! I'm bored too!" she said trying to push Punk off. Punk didn't move.

"You swear?"

"Yes, you bitch!"

"That's no way to talk to the person that's sitting on you."

"Please, get off of me."

Punk sighed and got up and started going through Amy's closet.

"What are doing? Stealing my clothes...again?"

"I returned those!"

"Uh-huh"

Punk threw red leather pants and a orange tube top on the bed. "Put it on."

"You want me to look like a whore?"

"We're getting you a man today."

"I don't need a man."

"Too damn bad. We're getting you one. Now get dressed so I can do your hair." She said and left the room.

Punk spent forty-five minutes doing Amy's hair in every style she could ever think off when she finally just took it down and ran the brush through it.

"That's it?"

"What?"

"I could've done that!"

"Well you didn't. Your hair just looks so pretty down."

Amy glared at her and stomped out of the room.

Punk yelled and ran after her "Wait! We gotta do your make-up!"

"I ain't lettin' you anywhere near my face, crazy!"

Another of an hour later they finally got to the mall. After stalking around the food court a while looking for Amy's stud muffin they were both bored out of their minds.

Punk blew the paper off a straw at Amy "Why do you have to be so picky?"

"I am not picky!"

"Well, what was wrong with that guy then?" Punk asked pointing at a semi-attractive boy sitting a few tables away.

"His ears are too big."

"Well grow his hair long so you can't see them!"

"I'm not waitin' around that long, honey."

"Well...how 'bout him?" She pointed at this tall, skinny, tan boy with shaggy blonde hair. "He's kinda pretty."

"He'd drown me with that damn nose."

"It's not that big!"

"It's probably the biggest thing on his body." Amy said glaring at the boy from the side of her eyes.

Punk laughed. "And I thought I was the mean one!"

"Okay...er...how 'bout him?"

"The one in the Fall Out Boy hat?"

"No, the one next to him. The one with the earring."

"Hey, he's kinda cute." But just as Amy said that the boy with the Fall Out Boy hat on kissed earring man and they proceeded to make out for at least twenty-seven seconds. Punk literally fell on her ass laughing. Amy on the other hand looked completely homicidal.

"Shut up, whore."

"Oh, Jesus! Did you see that?! Damn, that was hot." Punk said getting back in her chair.

"It's not funny that the only guy in this joint I would ever even think about dating is gay! But yeah it was pretty hot though."

"Maybe he's bi! Go check!"

"I am not gonna go check!"

"Fine. I will." Punk got out of her chair and started towards them when Amy grabbed her and yanked her back into her chair.

"Stay the fuck away from him!" Amy snapped at her.

"He's gay!"

"He's still mine!"

"If he's yours go talk to him."

"No!"

"Then I will!"

"Fine! Just keep your sluty ass away from him! I don't want him gettin' the disease."

"You're the one that got gonorrhea."

"That was last summer!"

While Punk tried to make Amy get a gay boyfriend, Drake was nearing the same food court with his best friend, Matt, who kept rattling on about Mary's breast reduction and how they 'were barley even there, man!'. (Poor Drake.)When they walked into the food court he could hear, even other the normal mall noise, two girls yelling at each other.

"Chick fight!" He said grinning.

"Oh, hell yeah!" Matt yelled.

They tried to find out where the yelling was coming from when they found themselves a few feet away from a very violent Punk and Amy.

"Well at least I didn't have fleas for two years!" Punk screamed at Amy.

"Well I didn't fuck that sixty-nine year old cripple!"

"He was funny! And anyway at least I didn't lose my virginity to my COUSIN!" Punk said with a smug smirk. Everyone cringed and went 'eww'.

"Half cousin! And only by marriage!"

"Yeah sure, babe. Ya little inbreed hooker!"

"Whatever bitch. I'm the one with the car so maybe you should shut the fuck up."

"Oh like you're the only one here with a car! Even if I couldn't get a ride I could walk. Maybe you should try that every now and again!"

Amy stormed the other way and Punk sat down hard on a chair, with her arms crossed, pouting like a little kid.

Drake turned to Matt "Hey man is that Tiffany. Guess she really didn't blow you off."

"Oh hell. She's gonna be pissed!" He said and went off to beg for forgiveness.

As soon as Matt slinked out of view Drake went and sat at Punk's table.

"You slept with a sixty-nine year old cripple?"

She looked up at him and smiled "He was funny and cute and I felt sorry for him. He was on his death bed and I asked him if there was anything I could do to make him feel better and well..."

Drake shook his head and took her hands in his. "You my friend are either way too nice or way too sluty."

She sighed even though she was still smiling. "It's a curse. I can't say no."

"So...it looks like you're stuck here."

"I am not stuck."

"Then what do you call it?"

"Transportationly impaired."

"Do you want me to fix that, dear women?"

"Yes, Drake. I really hate to admit that but yes."

"Wow. Honesty. I've never seen that in you before."

"Me either."

He smiled at her and she jerked her hands away from him "Come on! Let's go! Snap snap bitch! I'm ready to go home."

"Yes, Dutchess. What ever you say."

"Where'd ya park?"

"Come on." He took her by the wrist and they walked around the mall two times before they finally found the car.

"You did that on purpose." Punk said annoyed, glaring at him homicidally.

"I so did not." He tried to keep a straight face. "I absolutely did not drag you around the mall just to make your feet hurt in those five inch hoochie heels."

"Don't hate on the heels, man."

"Do your feet hurt that bad?"

"Yes." Punk said poutily, like a little child.

Drake picked her up with a grin "Better?"

"You, Drakey-baby, are a hopeless romantic."

"At least I don't come up with shit like 'Drakey-baby'."

"Drakey-baby is a cute nickname."

"For a rodent."

"Exactly." She said and scratch under his chin.

"You are a mean little girl, aren't you?"

"I am not mean."

Drake just looked at her. "Don't lie. If you lie I'll drop you on your ass."

"You wouldn't!"

"Oh, I so would."

"Take me to the car, slave!"

Drake loosened his grip on her and she screamed and clung to him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't let me die!"

He laughed and finally found the car.

"Oooh. Pretty!" Punk said running her hand over the top of the car.

"Hey hey hey! Don't scratch the paint hoe!"

"Don't talk to your pimp that way!"

Drake just rolled his eyes, put her back on the ground and went around to the other side of the car to get in.

"Not even gonna open the door for me?" Punk said like it was a great injustice.

"Nope." Drake said and got in the car. Punk got in too after a minute of being stuborn.

The inside of the car was completely different than most cars. There was no center console and the seat was wide and long like the back seat meaning there was plenty of rooms to do certain things that before were only possible in the backseat.

"Whoa. You could so get freaky up here!"

"Well, duh. I got it done that way on purpose."

"This is like a fucking pimp mobile."

"It is a fuckin' pimp mobile." Drake said smiling like his son had just graduated or something.

'This boy is way too damn obsessed with cars!' Punk stretched out over the seat and put her feet in Drake's lap.

"Come 'ere." Drake said beckoning her towards him.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I'm giving you a ride home. Thank me."

"I can walk."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I was just playin' with you. Don't be so touchy, babe."

"Give me on good reason not to be. You are violent and horny, we both no what that means, and you're rich, so you can get away with anything, and I'm just well...nobody."

"You know what your problem is, Punk, you watch too many movies and read too many books and you are completely distrustful of everything and everyone, especially men."

"Oh well thank you Dr.Phil, but I'm not distrustful. I'm just not a neive as most girls."

"Then come here."

Punk scooted closer to him "I'm not like them."

"Who?" Drake said wrapping his arms around her. Punk pulled away.

"All those other girls you did in this exact same car."

"I know you aren't. I see you as more than just a sex toy." Drake said taking Punk's face in his hand.

"You know this like the perfect beginning for a rape scene." She said looking up at him dazedly.

"Jesus Christ, Punk!" He yelled at her. Punk cringed and looked down. "You turn every little damn thing into a joke! I'm not trying to be funny here!"

"I know you're not! You're trying to get laid!" She yelled back at him.

"No I'm not! Is it so hard to believe that I can give a girl a compliment and actually not be just trying to get in her pants?"

"Yes! Yes, it is because you are a man whore!"

"You're not much better, babe!"

"Fuck this." Punk said moving back to the passenger side and opening the door. "I'll walk. I don't need this drama."

"Punk, wait. I'm sorry." Drake said grabbing her arm. "I know I don't have that good of a track record," He put his arms around her waist and pulled her so close to him that when he spoke his lips touched her neck "but at least give me a chance."

She shuddered. "And why would I do that?" She whispered.

"Because you're my girl." Drake began to dot kisses on her neck and run his hands up and down her side. It sent tingles through Punk's body.

"D-Drake?"

"Yes?" He said through the kisses.

"You promise you aren't lying?"

"I swear on my cars."

"Wow." She turned around and looked up at him. "You must love me."

Drake smiled and pulled her back into the car and closed the door. They kissed for what seemed like forever, but neither one was complaining. They ended on top of each other, Drake on top Punk on bottom. Slowly, Drake's hand crept under Punk's shirt pushing it upwards in an attempt to take her shirt off. Yes, he had run his hands over her breast early but now he started undoing her bra. Punk cursed in her head for wearing the kind of bra that opened at the front. "Drake, chill out." she said but he didn't quit. She pushed him backwards and glared at him.

"What?" He said looking confused.

"When I say chill out fucking chill out, alright!" Punk snapped at him. She noticed Drake starring at her.

"Wha..." She pulled her bra shut and glared at him. Her face was bright red and he was just smiling.

"Damn thing." Punk mumbled as she tried to fasten it.

"Come here, child." Drake said and snapped it back into place. "All better." He looked up at her "You can quit blushing now."

"I am not blushing!"

"Why do you always do that?"

"Do what?"

"Whenever someone says that you did somethin', or are something you always say 'I am not whatever!'"

"I do not!"

"Are you serious? Whatever. Forget it. Anyway, what's your problem?"

"I don't want to be just another on of your orgasms!" She yelled at him

"You aren't!"

"Then I guess it's okay if we wait then."

"You are such a tease!"

"No I'm not. This..." She kissed him and ran her tongue into his mouth "is not teasing. But this.." she pushed him onto his back, grabbed his cock, and kissed him then got off of him just as he was getting hard. "is teasing."

"Oh that was evil."

"Now take me home. I have to figure out away to make up with Amy actually without saying 'I'm sorry'."

"Did you just say you're gonna make out with Amy?!"

"No, you horny little retard! I said make up!"

"Oh."

"Did I get your hopes up?"

Drake didn't respond, he just started the car and backed out of the parking lot.

"Are you made at me?" Punk said after a few minutes of complete silence. She leaned her head against his shoulder and looked up at him with big eyes.

"Why would I be made at you?"

"Because we didn't get freaky in the pimp mobile. And I sorta got ya hard without finishing it."

"It's alright." He put his arm around her and pulled her close. "I guess we can wait...for a little bit."

Punk laughed and put her arms around him "Trust me. This is paining me as much as it is you."

"Uh huh. I'm sure." He said sarcastic voice. Punk leaned her head back on him and fell asleep on the long ride back to her house.


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