“Well, Dr Phil certainly surprised everyone earlier.” Lacey commented, sitting cross legged on my bed whilst brushing her hair so she doesn’t resemble a cavewoman anymore.

“Tell me about it.” I reply “Funnily enough though his point may have been totally messed up, but at the same time it made sense.”

She nodded “I know, it actually scared me that halfway through him talking I actually found myself agreeing with him. Then again Drake has always had a way with words.”

She had a point. Drake always managed to talk his way out of any sticky situation. I think it was because of his looks or his ridiculously appealing charm, but somehow he would speak and everyone listening to him would be nodding along to everything he said.

I mean his point downstairs was totally ridiculous. Never allowing yourself to get close to someone by something as small as actually sticking around until morning, but by the time he finished talking he actually made sense.

It was self-destructive and kind of lonely, but at the same time is seemed like a genius idea.

Never get that close to someone and you can never be hurt.

That may work for him fair enough, and if I could do it then to be honest I probably would. But I don’t know if it’s because I’m female and no matter how much any girl denies it, every girl wants someone to cuddle and be with at some point in their lives. I’m not saying right now at this age, but at some point in the future everyone wants to find that one person that they love.

It may end in you getting hurt, but the in between part of the relationship can sometimes be worth it cos it makes you feel good. It does make you happy while it lasts. Its shit when it ends yeah, but the times you had together are memories that can actually make it all worth it.

You just gotta find someone that’s worth risking it for.

I keep thinking that Garry was worth it, but some part of me is questioning it. Yes fair enough I loved him, I may still do, but was he worth feeling like crap for when we did split up? Was it worth me giving him everything I had and him pushing me away?

I still don’t know.

“So anyway, what are we doing today?” Lacey asks pulling me away from my thoughts “Whatever it is, I don’t plan on leaving this house, washing or putting make up on. So your options are limited.”

I laughed but agreed. I was still hungover and the idea of actually getting dressed, doing my makeup and hair and looking presentable is just so not appealing right now.

 “We can just stay here for the day. It’s Saturday so you can stay tonight as well if you want. I’m thinking a lot of junk food and films.” I suggest, and Lacey nods with a grin.

“I’m up for that. Got no clothes though so what’s yours is mine.” She winks at me, and I shake my head in amusement. Lacey basically lives at mine so yeah, every single item of clothing I own she has probably worn more than me. The freak even used my toothbrush once.

I almost rammed it down her throat when I found out about that one. There are some boundaries, but she just laughed at the fact I was almost urging.

“What are the guys doing?” Lacey asks, and I shrug.

“Probably plotting something that is going to piss me off severely.” I state bitterly, staring out of my window at the pool in the back garden. Our dad did well for himself so the house was kitted out pretty well.

“Can you please close the curtain, the sun is blinding me!” Lacey whines covering her eyes dramatically with her arm and falling back on the bed like she’s just been shot.

“That’s what you get for drinking like a fish.” I comment with a smirk as I walk over and pull the curtains closed “Get up we’re going downstairs.”

She flipped me off, but still made no effort to move from her position on the bed.

“Lacey, get up before I sit on your face.” I threaten.

She snorted a laugh “Didn’t know you were into that type of thing.”

I narrowed my eyes at the lesbian remark, before I sighed and realised what I had to do.

“I did warn you.”

I jumped on top of her, causing her to scream uncontrollably.

“Get off me off me you crazy lesbian!” She screamed, laughing between her words.

“Are you going to get up?!” I demand trying to stop her from escaping from under me.

“NEVER!”

We start fighting on the bed, her slapping my arms away while I mess up her perfectly brushed hair for not doing as I say. We were both laughing, but neither of us was backing down.

That was the problem with us being friends. We were too alike. It could cause some fat arguments between us and neither of us would back down because we were that stubborn.

So there was me, straddling my best friend while we were both in sleepwear, laughing and giggling uncontrollably and play fighting. And that my friends is exactly the point where my brother and his best friend decide to walk into the room.

They both stop at the door, Nate looking at us like we were freaks while Drake was staring over with a stupid grin and his eyes wide open in excitement.

“It’s like the bit in every girl on girl porn where they fight just before making out.” Drake says in amazement, then leans in sideways, his eyes still on us but he was clearly speaking to Nate, his voice a whisper “You think if we stay still long enough they will forget we’re here and get to the next scene?”

Nate snorts a laugh while Lacey and I grimace at him.

“Pervert.” I say in disgust while climbing off of Lacey and sitting against the headboard of the bed.

“I am not a pervert. I just simply appreciate fine art, and everyone knows there is no art finer than pornography.” He defends himself before smirking and giving me a sly wink “Especially when it’s live.”

“The only live porn you get is watching yourself masturbate.” I retort, and Lacey bursts out laughing.

He grins but doesn’t comeback with anything, his eyes however are still on me.

“If you two are done, we were going to ask if you guys wanted food? We’re going to go to the store to get some crap to cook quickly.” Nate explains.

“You make that sound so appealing.” Lacey comments whilst scrunching her nose.

He shrugs “I eat the food, I don’t sell it.”

Lacey smiles shaking her head.

Drake suddenly walks away from the door and crawls onto the bed, climbing in between me and Lacey and putting his head on my lap and sprawling his legs over Lacey. We both stare down at him like he has just lost mind, while he just looked up at me smiling innocently.

“So, yay or nay on the food situation? I’m thinking we get some oven pizzas, fried chicken, garlic bread and a shit load of other junk food that will reduce our life expectancy by about 4 years.” He explains, selling it even better than my brother “Then we come back here and master chef that bitch.”

I had to laugh at his last comment, and he smiles at my reaction.

“Yeah why not, just make sure you include some kind of chocolate cake in this cos I have an urge for it.” I reply.

Drake looks up at me, and I suddenly feel a little self-conscious.

Can he see up my nose?

“You have an urge for something sweet, creamy and filling?” Drake asks curiously, the glint of humour in his eyes. “In that case do you just wanna’ have a nibble on my-“

“DRAKE!” Nate stops him before he finishes the line that will make him vomit, make me slap Drake across the face and probably just amuse Lacey.

Drake grins, before closing his eyes and pulling the innocent act again like he didn’t say anything.

“So now that’s agreed, get dressed we’re leaving in 10.” Nate tells us and goes to walk out the door.

“HOLD ON A MINUTE!” Lacey calls out stopping him from leaving “I thought you said you were going to the shop?”

Nate nods “We are.”

“So why do have to get dressed?”

“’Cos you’re coming too.” Nate replies like it’s obvious.

Lacey raised a brow and sits up on the bed, staring at Nate challengingly.

“Oh no we aren’t, I don’t plan on changing out of these clothes today.” Lacey responds making it clear neither of us had any plans to leave this house.

Especially with that scorching sun outside, considering the hangover is still attempting to kill us the sunlight will probably finish us off.

“So don’t change then just go like that. We’re only going for a bit then we’re coming straight back.” Nate suggests, not seeing the big deal. Judging by the look he was giving Lacey he wasn’t prepared to back down, meaning we were coming or we weren’t getting fed.

And I was getting hungry.

I could see the anguish in her eyes, debating on whether to carry on fighting with Nate, which probably turned the freak on a little bit; or give in and go and get the food which even she wants now.

“Fine. You’re paying.” She finally gives in.

Suddenly smirks were on both Nate and Drake’s faces.

“We don’t have any money. That’s why we need you there.” Drake states, and me and Lacey look at them both with confused expressions.

“So that’s why you want us there? To pay?” I ask with a scoff “I’m poorer than one of those kids Madonna wants to adopt.”

Drake lets out a laugh, and then shakes his head.

“No Mimi, we don’t want you to pay.”  Drake clears up, before opening his eyes and looking at me with those big brown eyes that instantly make me feel a little more relaxed. I’ve heard they have that effect on many girls.

“Then what?”

He is still smiling deviously “We want you help us do a supermarket sweep.”

I let out a groan as I suddenly realise me and Lacey were wanted in this shopping trip as assets.

We were going shoplifting.

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A/N: Story is called Illegal my Ass for a reason ;) hahaa OPINIONS GUYSSS, How much do you want Drake in your lives right now? ive created him and ive just realised how much i want him to be a real person! haa

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