Drake blinked. "Nobody cares? Ugly? Stupid?!" He sudden got mad. He followed after him, pulling the covers off of him. "Nobody cares? I do! Ugly? Hell no! Stupid? You know thats not true! WHy are you beating yourself up things that aren't true?" He sighed. Even though he was yelling, his eyes were sad, he wanted to help him. "Please don't do this to yourself..."

Ian glared at Drake when he pulled the blankets off of him. "Yes. It is true." he said. "Just leave me alone!" he yelled. He pulled his blankets back over his head. He wasn't going to let his 'friend' bother him. If he really cared, then he would leave him alone. He doesn't want to be a bother for him.

Drake soon got ontop of him, grabing his covers again. "No its not..." His hair fell and brushed againt Ian's cheeks. "I'm going to help you. You need to be happy. You deserve to feel special..." Concern was in his eyes and he leaned closer. "Why are you being so stubborn..."

"Why are you so close?" Ian asked, pushing Drake off of him. He was way to close for comfort. "Just leave me alone. I'm tired and want to go to sleep." he said. He grabbed his blankets again and covered up. But it wasn't over his head again.

Drake sighed. "Well fine..." He stood up, thinking for a moment. He walked back into the bathroom, grabing the blade. He walked back out. "You wanna cut yourself again don't you? Is that how you solve your problems? Will they just go away? So if I cut myself you you stop cutting youself? Let's see." He pressed the blade to his skin, waiting to see how he would react.

Ian laid there for a moment. He wasn't going to stop Drake if that was what he wanted to do. But after a moment he got up and took the blade from him. "Don't do that." he said. He didn't want for his friend to be doing that.

Drak would have done it if he didn't stop him, but glad he did. He didn't like pain. When the blade was taken from him he placed his hands on his shoulders. "See, even you know its wrong. Please..."

"I can't.. I just can't." Ian said. He backed up til he was back at his bed. He sat down and held the blade tight in his hands, making them bleed.

Drake moved over and and gently removed the balde from his hands. "Yes you can. When you have a problem, just come to me or...when I'm not around." He pulled a hair tie from his wrist that he sometimes used to put up his hair and handed it to him. "Pull it back and snap it on your wrist. Its sorta like a treatment."

Ian took it and slipped it onto his wrists. "Alright.. I'll try to do that. But I'm not sure if it would work." he said. He sighed. "Can I go to sleep now?" he asked.

Drake nodded. "Alright. Thank you." He then moved over to his bed, laying down. He watched him form a moment. A little uneasy, but soon he ended up drifting asleep.

Ian laid back down on his bed and pulled the blanket to his chin. He thought that Drake's 'treatment' idea was stupid and wouldn't work, so he decided not to do it. With that thought in mind, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Drake woke up around 7 AM, turning off his alarm clock. He yawned some, moving over to the bathroom, staring at the mirror and sighed. "I'm going to have to pay to get that fixed." He couldn't tell Ian to. He has been through enough.

Ian woke up when he heard an alarm. He sat up and stretched. He noticed Drake going into the bathroom, so he would have to wait. He yawned as he went to his dresser and pulled out some clothes and changed.

Drake soon exited the bathroom, seeing Ian. "Morning..." He staed before moving to the closet and picked out a pair of black jeans and a white button up. He changed into that before moving out. He sighed. "So how are you feeling?"

"Morning..." Ian muttered. "I'm fine.." I said. He stood up and went into the bathroom. He stared into the mirror for a while. Then he quickly brushed his hair and teeth before going back into the bedroom.

Drake moved over to him when he left out the bathroom. "Now, please, If something happens come to me. I gotta go to class." He said before leaving. As he left he grabbed a brown messenger back that contained his books. He headed towards his first class. As he was walking, a blonde boy moved over. "Drakey!" Drake blinked, looking over. "Oh hey Kyle..." Kyle frowned. "Is something wrong?" Drake shook his head.

Ian nodded slightly to what Drake said to him. Even though he knew that he wouldn't go talk to him. He grabbed his black messenger bag and left for his first class, which was in the opposite direction of Drake's, luckily for him. He didn't really want to be anywhere near him right now.

Drake made it to his first class. Kyle sat beside him, watcing him. While the teacher lectured he noticed that Drake's mind seemed some where else. Kyle knew this was not like him Drake was a great listener and was not easily distracted. What is going on?

Ian sat through his first class, still half asleep. But that was what happened when you have math first thing in the morning. It was way to hard to pay attention. Though he did the best he could.

When class was over, Kyle stopped himat the door. "Drake, what is going on?" Drake sook his head and smiled. "Just worried about a friend, don't worry." He smiled before walking off.

Ian started to feel depressed when the kids in his class laughed at him for getting the answer wrong. It wasn't like any of them knew it, was it? No. So they had no right to laugh. All it did was hurt him deep inside. He stalked off to the next class.

Drake was headed for his next class when he saw Ian up ahead. He smiled, and ran up to him. "Ian, Hey!" He stopped infront of him. "Mind if I walk you to class?" He has been worried about Ian all day, and wanted to make sure he was okay.

Ian looked up when he heard Drake. "Hey..." He muttered. He stopped walking when he stopped in front of him. "I don't need to be walked to class... But if you want to go ahead..." he said, going around him and continuing to his class.

Drake smiled and continued to walk with him. "So, how you doing? You know with...um..." He didn't know how to put it eactly. All he knew is that he cared for him, and wanted to make it better for him.