Decided I'd add a little more! :) I think I have an idea of where this will go, but I'm still trying to figure things out. Anyway, enjoy!

Mindy awoke the next morning without opening her eyes. She had a cloudy recollection of the night before due to her exhaustion; it only took a moment to remember where she was as the smell of musky cologne wafted to her nose, making her open her eyes with a grin stretching across her face. Drake was still sound asleep, hair messed and more stubble on his face than had been there last night.

She closed her eyes again, not caring what time it was or about anything she needed to do that day; she wondered what had happened that had caused her mindset to change. They were still cuddled up together on the couch with Mindy's head resting on Drake's broad shoulder and his arm wrapped tightly around her. The world seemed to have stopped as they lied there; the strangeness of this unlikely pair added to the exciting newness of all that had happened.

Mindy hated to admit it, but once the initial biting conversation was over, Drake was enjoyable to talk to. She almost despised herself for thinking that he was such a great guy, but it was the truth. Before falling asleep, they'd spoken for hours; it got to the point where no subjects were off-limits, and she wondered when Drake Parker became the best person to spill all her secrets to. He had a great sense of humor, surprisingly, and he cracked jokes to make the darkest of moments a little brighter. He was also a fantastic listener, Mindy learned. He didn't have all the answers, but he listened to her go on half hour rants and did his best to help out; all of it scared her so. She wondered how they meshed so well. She wondered if it was the years of separation that had done it or if they always had but were too blind to see it. She wondered if her future would be spent lying in his arms like she was now. But most of all, she wondered if he felt the same.

Mindy attempted to push all those scary thoughts of the future out of her head and just enjoy the moment for what it was. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this close to a man, and the last person on earth she ever thought she'd be snuggled up with was Drake. All those years he was a presence in her daily life she assumed he was so below her; she found out that underneath the rockstar good looks and the ditsy persona, there was a genuine, funny, and amazing man.

Drake soon shifted, and Mindy almost felt upset that he'd soon awake and they would have to get up. She opened her eyes to see him blinking fiercely, adjusting to the sunlight that filled the room. "Hi," she whispered.

"Hi," Drake replied, kissing Mindy's forehead softly, sending a shiver down her spine as his rough stubble touched her face.

"Oh," she smiled, feeling herself get lightheaded with joy.

"What?" Drake asked, pulling away slightly to take a good look at Mindy.

"I just didn't realize we were to the point where kissing was okay." She felt like her walls had completely come down, and she was scared. She'd spent so much time putting walls up that it seemed strange to have them crumble. It started back in high school when she'd entered the mental institution. She didn't understand how it was Drake that made them come down so quickly and so easily.

"We shared a lot last night," he laughed, nodding his head to get his bangs out of his eyes. "I thought it was okay."

"I didn't say I didn't like it," Mindy admitted, leaning in closer to him and letting her lips fall on his.

The kiss was quick as Mindy pulled away faster than she had anticipated, trying to make sense of everything that was happening. It was all moving at a pace she wasn't ready for.

"We don't have to stop…"

"Too fast, Drake."

He nodded gently, not used to women turning him away; he wasn't opposed to having a proper relationship, but it was new to him. He always jumped in headfirst and had sex the second a woman would let him get close enough to undo the zipper on her dress. "Okay."

They lied in silence for a bit with Mindy severely over-thinking everything until Drake groaned. "Are you okay?"

"Mmhmm." Drake closed his eyes again, squeezing them shut.

"Headache?" Mindy guessed, not sure of what the aftermath of a coke high was. She was somewhat alarmed that she even needed to know now.

"Mmhmm."

"I have Aspirin in my purse, I think…" Mindy started to pull away, but Drake pulled her back to him, letting her head fall on his chest.

"No, just lay here." Drake rubbed her shoulder gently.

Mindy nodded into his chest, looking up at him. "Are headaches common after a coke high? I still can't believe you did that, Drake! What the hell is wrong with you?" She was trying to be calm, but it infuriated her that Drake thought it was acceptable to toy around with drugs. She understood possible experimentation in college or in younger years, but they were adults. Adults knew right from wrong. Apparently Drake had never learned. She was so used to everything being black and white, and Drake rested comfortably in the grey area.

He rubbed his temple in a circular motion. "Ugh, stop. Your whining is making my head worse! And yeah, they are, I guess. I get re…resomething headaches."

"Rebound," she told him, rolling her eyes. "God, you get them all the time and you don't even know what they're called?"

"I see the cold-hearted bitch is back."

"Drake." She smiled wryly, pulling away to look at him. "Whatever this thing was…if we're gonna make it work…if it was anything…was it anything…" Mindy stopped herself, letting her thought trail off. She was scared that he just saw her as another woman to keep him company so he wouldn't have to sleep alone; she knew there were many before her, and that almost tore her apart.

"I think it was something," he said softly. Drake was sure he'd felt some sort of spark; he had never felt that magic through conversation until the night before. The feeling always came after his tongue had been down a woman's throat or his pants were off and he was taking off a woman's dress. He'd never felt it based on personality alone.

Mindy let a slight smile appear across her face glad to know she wasn't alone in feeling that there was something there. "You have to stop with the drugs then. And tell your family. You're not that much of an idiot."

Drake groaned, and Mindy watched as his face slowly disappeared into hand. "Mindy…"

"If you want this to work, whatever this is, then you have to change."

The last time Drake was in a serious relationship was at least two years ago. He had been with his girlfriend for a little over a year when she decided she couldn't handle him anymore. He always went for insipid women with IQs far lower than his, but even they had a breaking point. He was left heartbroken and turned to drugs more than ever. Drake told Josh a bit about how much the breakup hurt him, but he mostly distanced himself, pretending he wasn't walking around with his heart ripped out just so Josh wouldn't find out about his drug use.

Drake had never been interested in a smart woman, but he knew that it would come with a cost. She'd be far more perceptive than his other vapid flings. It would be hard for him to hide if he did decide to use drugs though she had just told him not to; he wasn't sure if he was ready to change.

Mindy saw his facial expression change, and she assumed that he was pondering something. "Um, we can talk about this while I take you to go get your car," she suggested, reluctantly sitting up as he followed suit.

"Okay," Drake agreed, running his hand through his hair and smoothing out his shirt.

He wasn't sure if he was ready to sacrifice life as he knew it for a relationship he automatically assumed was doomed; this was the creature, after all.

"Well, uh, thanks for everything," Drake told Mindy with a grin, unbuckling his seatbelt. He looked at her and watched as she brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"Yeah, you, too," Mindy replied with a smile, letting the grin grow larger as Drake leaned in to give her a goodbye kiss.

The conversation they had didn't make much of anything clearer, but Drake admitted he was willing to try to become a better person. He said he'd try to tell Josh about everything, but he didn't know which would be harder to admit – the fact that he was on drugs or the fact that he was trying out a relationship with his ex-girlfriend.

Mindy handed Drake a small piece of paper with her number written on it.

"I'll call you," he said with a wink, opening the door and giving her a wave.

She waved feebly and watched him walk to his car via her review mirror, shaking her head at herself and her decisions. Mindy let out a wail, leaning her head into the steering wheel. She had seemingly stopped following her head and started following her heart, confused as to why it was Drake Parker that her heart had so easily surrendered to.

She just really hoped he'd call.