"Hey! Swell hat, Drake!" I screamed.
"Oh thanks, Quinn!" Drake said "I bought it at Wal-Mart. There were fish everywhere, but that's not the point. The point was that it was on sale!"
"Can we just go?" said Sam, rather impatiently.
"Somebody's cranky…" I said.
And so we went into Coates, with Drake leading the way.
First we stopped at the gym, where we encountered Bug doing an intense workout.
Drake was all like "Hey Bug! Whatcha doin?"
And then Bug was all like "An intense workout."
And I was all like "I didn't know you were trying to lose weight! Maybe I should lose weight too!" I need to look good in my summer bathing suit…
And Sam was all like "Oh Quinn! Shut up! You look fine!"
Then we all laughed. Except Drake.
"Geez Drake! What's your problem?" I'm not telling you who said that.
"I'm having acute pain in my left shoulder, so I don't find things funny."
"Pain isn't cute, Drake!" said Sam. "It sucks."
"Har har" Drake said. "Very funny, Sam."
Then we left the gym so Bug could finish his workout with Richard Simmons.
We went into the hallway to go on with the tour when Sam FELL!
"Ahhh" Sam said.
"Oh no!" I screamed and grabbed his arm, falling in the process.
Drake laughed.
"Why are you laughing? Sam bruised his knee!"
"You guys are so gay…"
"At least I don't have Gwen Stefani as my ringtone!" said Sam in a huff.
Just then Drake's cell phone rang playing "What You Waiting For"
He threw it against a wall.
"I do not!" He screamed.
Sam and I flew into a giggle fit.