Drakes parents were trying to get him to dress nice - like them. But he refused. Eventually, they had to settle for letting him wear jeans and a t-shirt.

"I swear, they'll never invite us over again because our son doesn't dress nice." Drakes mom muttered, fumbling around in search of her car keys.

"Im really not in the mood," Drake grunted. He hadn't felt particularly great since his fight with Kira yesterday.

"Yeah okay, now go get your father, we're leaving." She rolled her eyes, running out the door with her keys jingling in her hand.

. . . . .

"Mom," Kira didn't look up from her laptop. "Im not wearing a dress, and I'm not going downstairs." She grumbled. Her mom had been trying to get her in a dress for the past hour.

"Kira. So help me god, you are having dinner with us. All, of us, and you'll be polite about it." Her mom slammed the door behind her.

Kira groaned. She really didn't care about whoever it is that was coming over - her parents hadn't told her. She shut the laptop and went to go look over herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess and she had slight bags under her eyes from lack of sleep the night before, and her PJs weren't particularly suitable for dinner, but that was just too bad, since she had no intention of changing.

. . . . .

In the car, Drake stared out his window. He didn't know whose house they were going to, and he didn't really care. He'd probably have the poor hosts in tears by the end of the night, especially considering his gloomy mood.

"Why are you so down?" His mom asked, glancing back at him.

He rolled his eyes and didn't answer.

"I bet he got some sort of award for improved behavior," his dad joked from the passenger seat. "The teachers didn't say anything particularly bad this year, it was a shock."

Drake snarled a bit, but didn't answer. Before long, they were stopping. And unfortunately, Drake recognized the house. "... You have got to be kidding me." He thought aloud.

"What was that?" His mom turned to him, having missed what he'd said.

"Nothing." He sighed and shuffled out the door, not really wanting to go through with this whole mess.

The doorbell rang, and Kira's mom rushed to open it, not even bothering to look through the peephole.

There stood Drakes parents, smiles on their faces, and Drake, who looked more angry than anything else now. The parents exchanged some greetings, handshakes, and a few laughs before stepping inside.

"Oh, is this your son? It's nice to meet you." Kira's dad held out his hand for a handshake, but was instead given an icy glare and a shove as Drake sat down at one of the remaining seats at the table.

Kira's mom practically ran to the stairs and yelled up, "Kira, get down here! The guests are here!"

After a moment, there was a loud thump, and then footsteps going down the stairs. Kira's hair was a mess and she was wearing her pajamas. She looked around for a moment, then saw Drake and his parents. Her jaw fell open.

"They're the guests?" she asked in disbelief.

Her mother frowned. "That's not very polite, Kira," she said. "What's the matter?"

"... Do you two know each other?" Drakes dad quirked an eyebrow, looking between his son and the messy looking girl at the stairs.

Drake grimaced a bit. "You could say that."

Kira frowned. "I'll be in my room." She turned and started back up the steps.

"Ohhhh no you won't." Her mom grabbed her by the back of the shirt and pulled her all the way to the table, even going out of her way to sit her down. Right across from Drake, even. Neither of them seemed very happy about that, but said nothing.

"Im sorry about her... She's usually not like this." Kira's dad apologized.

"I'd say the same for Drake but... He's always like this." His father laughed. Everyone else did too, except Drake and Kira. She refused to look up from her silverware, but he was openly glaring at her.

The parents made light, easy conversation. They got along like they'd been friends for years. But both Drake and Kira remained silent.

"I was worried about Drake not wanting to dress up for the occassion," Drake's mom said, "But it seems to be a trend going around!" she nodded to Kira.

Kira's mom pursed her lips. "I tried everything, but she refused to get dressed up."

Kira glared up at her mom. "I can hear you, you know."

Drake scoffed, taking a sip of soda.

Kira glared at him from across the table. "Shut up, Merwin."

Drake almost spit out his drink. A lot of people called him by his last name, but he'd never heard it from her, and it sounded way too formal. He recovered quickly though, and smiled at her, in a way that was meant to be intimidating. "Dont believe I said anything, Kira." He quirked an eyebrow.

She glared at him for a moment longer, before violently stabbing a French fry on her plate with her fork, with a hiss in his direction before peering back down at the table. Their parents exchanged nervous glances, but otherwise ignored the unfriendly confrontation.

"So," Drake's dad said after an awkward moment of silence. "I hear Kira practices karate?"

Kira's mom nodded. "That's right. She had a presentation this weekend, didn't you, Kira?"

Kira's lips tightened. She didn't say anything, simply continued mutilating the potato on her plate.

"How'd you do?" Drakes mom smiled at her, ignoring her violent behavior. "Are you a high rank?"

"Fine. Black belt. I'm an assistant." She answered without looking away from the now gruesome looking French fry on her plate.

"Wow, that's impressive." His mom nodded, turning her attention back to the food before her.

"Drake, I bet she could beat you up." His dad laughed.

Drake an Kira both spoke at the same time.

"Of course I can."

"Definitely not."

They exchanged glances.

"Please, I beat you in arm wrestling in like three seconds," Kira snorted.

Drake narrowed his eyes. "I let you win. And besides, I was tired."

"If by tired you mean weak-"

"Who wants a refill?" Kira's mom interrupted, standing up abruptly. Kira glared at her, and Drake looked down at his plate.

Everyone was quiet again. The adults were mainly confused about the relationship between their children. They couldn't tell if they were being friendly or not. Things got kind of awkward from there. When Kira's mom brought out some cake, Drake tried to lighten the mood. ... By 'accidentally' flicking some icing onto Kira's face.

Kira's hand slowly went to her cheek. She brushed away the icing. Then, without a word, she stood up, swiped some icing from the cake, walked over to Drake, and rubbed it on his nose.

Drake almost laughed, but could only really muster a smirk. "Very funny," he shook his head.

Kira giggled a bit, suddenly forgetting about their recent argument. She pressed her palms to the top of the cake, and then slid them down Drakes cheeks.

"KIRA." Her mom looked disgusted, "That is no way to treat our guests... I'm sorry, she really isn't like this." Her mom assured Drakes parents, who were just trying to figure out why Kira was still alive.

"Kira, go show him to the restroom."

"Fine, fine..." She was well aware that Drake knew the location of the bathroom quite well, but she played along.

Drake was laughing, now. His parents were eyeing Kira with a confused expression. She started up the stairs, pausing when she noticed he wasn't following her.

"Are you coming, or..."

Drake put on his best poker face and followed her.

Kira stopped right outside the bathroom. She stood in front of the door and crossed her arms.

"What?" Drake came to a stop right in front of her.

"I'm waiting for you to apologize."

"For?"

Kira narrowed her eyes.

Drake sighed. "I'm sorry I fell asleep instead of going to you presentation."

Kira raised an eyebrow. "And?" she asked, pointing to her cheek.

"I'm sorry that I wasted perfectly good icing by flicking it at your cheek."

She smacked him on the arm. "Drake!"

The parents seemed content enough, they disregarded the lack of icing and ate the cake anyway. They hadn't heard any thumps, screams, or any glass breaking from upstairs so they assumed all was well.

"Well, it's true," Drake shrugged, smirking just a bit.

Kira rolled her eyes, opening the door to the bathroom and motioning him inside.

Drake stepped in and shut the door behind him, and Kira walked across the hall into her room and resumed her pre-recorded movie as she crossed her legs on her bed.. Which just so happened to be Saw IV.

Fifteen minutes later, neither Drake nor Kira was back at the table yet. Drake's dad stood up. "I'll go see what they're up to," he said.

The bathroom door was open, but no one was inside. Frowning, he was about to head back, when he heard a noise coming from Kira's bedroom. He cracked open the door, only to find Kira and Drake making out on Kira's bed, Saw playing in the background.

He opened the door more, but Kira and Drake were too busy to notice. With a shrug, he sat down on the edge of the bed and watched the movie.