Things have been shaky for Drake and I. It's frustrating because I can't tell him everything and Mom doesn't want me going out at night or on weekends, because she's scared. I don't blame her... Even though I don't know the entire situation, I just know that Grandpa Bill hurt Grandma very much, even though I've never met her.

Growing up Mom always told Isabel and I to be very careful about the people we spend time with, but Isabel never listened. She never understood. She was never hurt like I was, so she had no reason to understand what Mom was talking about. Being ignored by my peers for two years made what Mom said more understandable. I felt like I understood and I wanted to know why she was telling us this, but she never answered when I asked.

Now I know that it was probably traumatic for her and I know she's getting help, I'm proud of her. She takes medication to treat her mental health problems and she has a therapist that she sees regularly, something she didn't admit to Isabel and I until I was twelve when she had an episode where she started crying in the middle of the mall and had to call Dad to pick us up, because she wasn't feeling well enough to drive.

Drake started picking me up for school again, but we don't really talk in the car. He has his issues and I have mine. His dad is in the midst of a divorce and I'm not sure how that's going, but I can tell that it's draining Drake. We got to the school and Drake turned the car off, but before he could unbuckle his seat belt, I put my hand on his. Drake looked at me with wide eyes.

"What is it, Nick?" Drake asked.

"I just want to tell you that I love you." I said. Drake looked surprised for a second, but then smiled.

"I love you too, Nick." Drake said, "Can I kiss you?" I smiled.

"Sure..." I said shyly. Drake quickly unbuckled himself and leaned over to kiss me. All I could think about for those few seconds was how much I loved Drake and how much it tasted like lemons. I didn't know that kisses were like this, it was almost magical. Drake and I stared at each other for several seconds, before Drake kissed me again. When he pulled away, I felt ten times better than I had in the past few days, weeks even.

"Nick, we better get to class." Drake said as he looked at the clock, "Don't want to be late." I nodded, got unbuckled, grabbed my things, and went to class. I felt like I was floating on air all day after that. I really do love him.