Storm paced her room. What to do? What to wear? What to say?What about Henry? She hardly even knew him and he was already coming on strong. What happened if he happened to be a better choice than Drake? Gah! Storm hit her head on the wall. Guys complicate everything! She would just wait and see what happened on her date. Finally, she just pulled out a random pair of clothes. it didn't matter. If he wanted to like her, he would have to take her as she is.

(((:( I'm going to the Hard Rock Hotel with my friend so this might be my last post for a while)))

Drake smelt meat loaf from the kitchen. His mom was making meat loaf with Drake hated. He decided to skip dinner and have the snacks in his mini fridge. He sat back on his queen sized bed and watched some wrestling. Although Drake knew wrestiling was planned ahead of time he still liked the thrill of watching it. It was almost 10:00 P.M and Drake was already tired. He slowly slid down onto the bottom of his pillow and fell asleep.

Storm woke up the next morning feeling apathetic. She just had to get throughn the day and then the date and all would be well. Besides, life didn't really matter, did it? Its not tha she felt suicidal or anything. She just didn't care anymore. She got ready for school and decided to walk instead of getting a ride with her brother. She needed the cool air to clear her head. Storm yawned. What a day, what a day. Well, a few moer years and she'll be out of school. Then she oculd move away, get a job as a waitress in some big city, and spend the rest of her days fighting to pay the bills. Oh goody. What a brilliant future she had ahead of her. She wished she could get a job in the music industry.

Henry saw Storm walking by his hous eas he left he called to her runnign to catch up with her
"hay how are you doing?"

Storm jumped slightly when Henry called to her. She always had been one to jump at the slightest noises. Especially when she was preoccupied. She didn't feel like being disappointed that Henry was there. If it had of been any other day, she would have tried to avoid him, but she hadn't even thought about it this time. "Huh?" Storm forgot his question for a second. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I guess." Storm looked straight ahead.

"so youve got that dat ewith Drage?" Henry asked

((i spelt it wrong on purpus))

Storm pursed her lips. "Yes," she said through clenched teeth. "Not that it's any of your business, but Drake is my boyfriend now." Saying it made it feel more complete and she thought she liked it. But she realized she didn't want to hurt Henry. However much he annoyed her.

"okay" he said looking at the ground

Storm looked atraight ahead as she walked, trying to ignore the fact taht she had rejected the guy she was walking with. This was such an awkward moment. The morning was a bit chilly. When she exhaled, she could see her breath. Storm pulled the collar of her coat tighter around her neck. She hated getting colds, so she tried to keep herself as warm as possible.

"we should hurry we have a morning rehursal today" said Henry

"uh, okay." storm said, and hastened her pace. Maybe if she go tto school sooner, she could ditch Henry. Or find Drake. She had an idea. She would go to the girl's bathroom.

When they got to the school Henry went right to the autatoreum

When Henry went in to the auditorium, Storm went to teh commons. SHe needed to put ehr crap in her locker anyway. She wondered where Drake was. She was also nervous about their date later that night.

Henry sat down in a seat befor the techer was even there

Storm shoved her stuff in her locker and went to look for Drake. She would not go into the auditorium without someone else there. She did not want another awkward moment with Henry.

Drake ran in the school doors. He was late and there were rehearsals today. He was running to get to the doors until he noticed Storm outside the doors. "Hey" He said running up to her. He was wondering why Storm was waiting out the doors but he tried ignoring the question.

When Drake came running up, Storm relaxed. She could finally go inside. Henry was starting to freak her out a little bit. She smiled and grabbed Drake's hand. "Morning," she tried to say as brightly as she could.

Drake was surprised. This was the first time Storm actually acted happy to be Drake's girlfriend. Drake went along with it and went in with Storm. Drake felt like he was being watched by Henry. He was probably jelous that he was with Storm.

Storm wondered what she was thinking. How could she be doing this? Was she only using Drake to keep Henry away? Well, it didn't seem to be working, and she was still with him, so there had to be some attraction. Storm couldn't think of why she didn't like Drake in the first place. Well...he was awfully conceited. But that could be overlooked as long as he cared about her as much as he cared about himself. Just inside the auditorium, Storm gently squeezed Drake's hand, to help calm herself. She needed to stop worrying about henry and start trying to make this relationship work.

She finally realized something. His makeover the other day had been for her. She snorted. "Please, don't ever try and dress emo again. It's not you."

Henery relized he needed some relife so he went to the bath room and smoked a quick joint then came back feeling complete

[Oooh, Henry's a pot-head.]

Storm noticed when Henry left for the bathroom, but she didn't care, she was committing herself fully to Drake.

((druggie dos eother stuff at his house))

[[ ooc// Haven't been on in a while and totally forgot about this. Can someone fill me in? ]]

((@Atlene: Uhm, I kind of have the gist of it, but this might not be the greatest summary (I've kind of been neglecting this too).

Currently there's kind of a love triangle between Drake, Storm, and Henry(triforcer100), but Storm and Drake are together? I think the two went out on a date or something x_X))

Dawson walked along the school hallways, having skipped practice quite a few times in order to play with his band. Of course his mom of all people found out and dropped him off at school. Just a few more years He had to say to himself as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

((going on a date that is the gist))