Punk woke up with the light bleeding through the thin curtains and hitting her eyes. For a few seconds everything was alright. Nothing had happened and her mind was blank. But then like it always does memory tumbled back into her and she felt Drake's arms around her and his body against hers.

"Damn it." she muttered and sat up. Drake didn't even flinch being the heavy sleeper he is.

"Damn it Drake. I fucked this up. I'm such a stupid little whore. Now you're going to leave me. Wonderful." She shoved her hair behind her ears and looked at him "You are just too damn perfect. You made me do this!" she pushed Drake's hair out of his face. "And here I am blaming it on you. You didn't do anything." She kissed his forehead. "I hope you don't mind but I'm going to wear your shirt. So ha-ha bitch." She whispered slipping his shirt over her head and left the room.

Drake woke up a few minutes later. He moved to put his arm around Punk but it feel to the bed silently. The thought of her waking up early and just leaving him there played in his mind like a home movie, not even considering the fact that this wouldn't work considering he was at her house. But the plug was immediately pulled on that idea when she walked in the room wearing his shirt and holding a big bowl of cereal. She looked up at him and smiled slightly "You're up."

She looked natural. Her face was completely make-up free besides a little eyeliner that somehow didn't smudge and some mascara that still clung to her lashes. Her pitch-black hair gently framed her face. 'She looks so beautiful. Even the cheerleaders didn't look good in the morning, especially without make-up'

"Alright, be that way." Punk said and put the spoon in her mouth.

"Not even gonna say good morning." He said and ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back.

"Good morning, my love and light of my life." She said and threw a frosted flake at him.

"That's better." Drake kicked the blanket off of himself. Punk sat on the bed beside him and held the bowl out to him.

"Give me the spoon." He said pointing at it sticking out of her mouth. She shook her head and you could hear it clicking against her teeth "Ow." She said and snatched it out and glared at it. Drake snatched the spoon away from her and stuck it in his mouth.

"Ha-ha! You have my spit in your mouth!" She said like a little kid, smiling and pointing at him.

"I know a better way." Drake said yanking the spoon out of his mouth and kissed her.

"I like that way better." Punk whispered smiling at him when they broke apart.

"I thought you would." He said softly and pulled her into his lap and applied kisses up and down her neck.

"Come on we need to get up. My grandparents probably already saw you so you really don't want to be here when they get back."

"Ah, come on. Are you sure you're not trying to get rid of me?"

"Yeah Drake. I'm trying to get rid of you and once you leave I'm going to run into town and hitch a rid to New York where I will try to become a model but will initially become a stripped name Luscious and dance to annoying bubble gum pop and have guys grabbing me constantly, so hurry up and get out."

"You are so weird"

"Love you too, honey bunny." Punk stood up and threw his pants at him and yanked his shirt off. "Get dressed...and stop staring at me."

"It's just so hard."

"Drake, you are such a pig. I'd hate to see you if I walked around compltley naked."

"Well let's see." Drake says jumping up one hand going to her bra and the other to her panties.

"I'll kick you in the nuts so hard!" She yelled snatching away from him.

"Fine, fine."

They got dressed slowly but even them, the most procrastinating people on the face of the earth couldn't prolong the process any longer. When Punk was about to tell Drake that he should leave loud muffled music started yelled out from the bed.

"Phone!" Punk yelled and jumped on the bed and started flinging pillows in the air until she found it.

"Hello my love, my soul, my only reason for life!" She screamed into the phone.

"I didn't know you swung that way, Punky-boo." Amy said from the other end.

"Yes, now you know. I'm a lesbo and I want you. I want you now! NOW!"

Amy laughed "You are such a freak."

"But I'm your freak...so do you still hate me?"

"Only if you hate me."

"I just said I loved you."

"Then I love you too."

"Yey! I'm loved!"

"Hey look me and Kendra are going to the bowling alley to celebrate her parents divorce. You wanna come?"

"I hate Kendra. Kendra is a grudge-holding bitch that can't even take a joke." Punk said calmly, which added effect to the statements.

"She said she was sorry!"

"I don't care!"

"Fine. I'm gonna go, I'll call you later."

"Alright, my most wonderful gift form the sweet Lord above."

Amy laughed again. "I'll bring you something alright, babe."

"Alright. Bye." Punk hung up and sat on her bed looking sad.

"What? Who was that?" Drake said concernedly.

"That was Amy."

"What's wrong?"

"I hate too many people and it's killing my social life."

"Do you hate me?" Punk glared at him. He took it as she was not in the mood. "What'd that Kendra chick do?"

"She stabbed me."

"What?!"

"She said it was an accident and that I turned into the knife but I know she did it on purpose. It hurt like hell."

"Why'd she do it?"

"Because I accidentally let it slip about her being pregnant. Then she told everybody my dad raped me, which he didn't, so I became a charity case and the dicks in the office called my parents and when they found out, oh my God. It wasn't pretty. Well after that I was always mad at her and then one night the bitch fucking stabs me!"

"You have a messed up life." Drake decided not to say anything about her parents finding out. He wanted to just stay off the topic of parents.

"I know but, hey, what can you do? Now get out of my house."

"What?"

"I mean that with love."

"Then let me stay."

"Don't make me cuss. I've been good and haven't cussed in a while."

"Alright. I'll leave." He said depressed. He wanted to stay there with her so bad and she was pushing him away. He ignored the fact that she cussed five seconds ago.

"Well hug me first!" Punk said and stomped her foot. Drake smiled and hugged her tight.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Hun. Don't leave town." Drake whispered in her ear.

"You ruin all my fun." She said and kissed him. "Now get out of here before I call the cops." She slapped him on the butt, smiled, and walked into the kitchen.

Drake smiled to himself and went home. The house was completely dark. He slowly approached the door and listened for any fighting. Nothing. He stuck the key they kept under the doormat in the door and unlocked it. He pushed the door open and looked around. It was like a horror movie and he's just waiting for the killer to get him. He sighed at his stupidity and went up the stairs. "Mom? Mom you here?" he had too much sense to call out for his father. He heard horrible moaning form his parents' room. He walked to the door, prepared to see some erotic scene when he saw his mothers bloody body sprawled out on the floor. There were a few seconds of shock and paralyzation then he sprung into action.

"Mom?! Mom are you alright?!" He said kneeling beside the woman.

She looked at him with terror in her eyes "Steven, I'm sorry!" She yelled and cringed.

"No, Mom. It's me. Drake. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Drake, I'm not...feeling well."

"I know. I'm gonna make you feel better, alright? Uh, can you walk?"

She looked up at him dazedly. Drake didn't take any chances and picked her up. She was incredibly light. His father kept her on a very strict diet. He said he couldn't be married to anyone over 110 pounds because fat women were a drain on society and were eye sores to everyone. He carried her down the stairs and into his car.

"Where are you taking me?" She said as he laid her down in the backseat.

"The hospital."

"I'm fine!" She yelled at him. He ignored her and got in the car.

He left the hospital an hour or two later. They said she'd be alright, but they wanted to keep her over night. When he pulled into his driveway his dad's car was there and the lights were on. 'Oh hell. Just my luck'

He pulled into the driveway, trying to be quiet. As he got closer to the door the louder the noises form the house came through and attacked his ears. Cussing. Glass being broken. Things being kicked over.

Drake opened the door. His dad moved faster than normal as he approached him

"Where the hell have you been?"

"A friend's house. I spent the night."

"Where the hell is she?"

"The hospital."

"What did you tell them?"

"That I came home and found her that way."

"Is that it?"

"Yes."

He still looked mad but not as much. "What's wrong with her?"

"Why do you care?"

"What?" the anger was restored in his face.

"You fucking did it to her. Why the hell would you care?"

"Because," Drake's father said through gritted teeth " She is my wife and she's my responsibility."

"She's not a child."


A/N:

YEY! A REVEIW! It was from Sabina. My new best friend. I'm sorry this took forever but it seems I just got lazy or busy or something but here it is. Happy now?