Note: THIS IS COMPLETELY A NEW STORY OF DRAKE AND ANDREA. JUST SOMETHING RANDOM :)

Caution: Read it at your own risk. May come across as silly or even lame. May cause you to shake your heads multiple times while reading :p

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"You know what's the best part of attending parties, Andy?" Sophia yelled at me excitedly over the loud music.

"That one can learn and master the Art of Making Out?" I asked, raising a brow at her. "Sadly not the best part for me."

Seriously, wherever I looked, in every damn corner, there were girls and guys sucking each other's faces and almost ripping each other's clothes off. Alcohol can make a person go ridiculously high.

"You're such a spoilsport!" complained Soph.

"What? I came with you here just because you told me they'd play One Direction songs," I reasoned out.

So yeah, we were at a farmhouse party thrown by a girl from our school. The place was dimly lit and the air boomed with music. People were drunk and dancing away as though tomorrow would come a decade later. And I already mentioned what was going on in the corners. Cough.

I wasn't supposed to be here. I should have been in the serenity of my room, sitting in my armchair and rereading for the nth time Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire page 100 onwards. But then Soph had come along and wanted me to accompany her to this party. The Geography globe knows to what extent I dislike parties but Soph literally lured me saying that they would be playing lots of amazing One Direction mashups. You can imagine how tragically tough it was for me to choose between Harry Potter and One Direction. Never in my wildest of imagination had I thought that I would have to make such a nightmarish choice. My fan girl hormones were at war against one another. Finally after much apprehension, contemplation and deliberation, I decided to toss a coin.

Heads for Harry Styles. Tails for Harry Potter.

I flipped the coin.

And as they say, the rest is history.

So yeah, I'm finally here wearing a knee length velvet dress with net sleeves. My make up, accessories and hairstyle credit goes to my friend Soph.

"The best part of attending parties is.......," she gave a long pause, trying to build up the hype and curiosity, "this."

I grew wide eyes in shock looking at the thing in her hand.

"Are you planning to get someone arrested or something?" I asked, staring hard at the metal handcuff which my friend was showing me with so much pride.

"Nope. I brought this to spread happiness," she grinned widely at me.

"I didn't know you could be sarcastic too," I snorted at the irony.

"Nooo! I'm not being one! Now listen to me very carefully. We are on a mission!" she said in a grave tone, "A tarot card reader told me that I have to lock one hand each of a guy & a girl who really like each other but are hesitant to express their feelings. By being together, they will confess their feelings to each other & then I will unlock the handcuff! If I am successful in this task, I will meet my prince charming! So you have to help me in this!"

Say what?

I blinked hard at her after hearing the "masterplan".

"Are you okay or shall I ask Grandpa Google & Grandma Yahoo to find the best psychiatrist to treat you?" I asked.

"I am serious, Andy!! I am sure this Hook-Up Handcuff will not only make two people fall in love but also I will have a wonderful boyfriend!" Soph blushed.

I was irritated, "Hook-Up Handcuff? What stupidity!"

But Soph wouldn't stop Sophing and thus in the end, I had to agree to help her out anyway.

"Like how?" I tried to make her understand. " People are way too bold here, you won't find anyone shy and hesitant."

"There's got to be," she insisted, "Look around everywhere. Keep your eyes, mind and senses open. This is very important for me!"

I shook my head and looked around for something that's least likely. And oh, for the record, I'm super single unless you count my dating One Direction and Zayn Malik in my head. Hehehe.

My gazes were at the entrance when I spotted a guy walk in. The reason why he caught my eye among other guys was because he had blonde hair, was tall and extremely handsome. He was dressed up in a black shirt, the first two buttons left open, & faded jeans. His crystal blue orbs conveyed a spark, few strands of his blonde hair fell over his forehead making him look undeniably attractive. The lopsided smile playing on his perfectly shaped lips made him look dashing hot.

I think the other girls there noticed him too. One by one they began approaching him and it seemed as though they found his voice to be sex as they tried to flirt with him. Soon girls literally flocked him on all sides.

I raised a brow, finding the whole thing to be quite amusing and then looked away to continue with my "search".

And then, something remarkably amazing happened! A One Direction mashup was played and trust me when I say it was phenomenally remixed! That got me in such a great mood, I tell ya!

A slow romantic Ed Sheeren number follow. I was--

"Hey, can I have a dance with you?"

I looked around to see a cute guy with brown hair stretching out his hand for me. He was pretty much sober. Aww! And that smile on his face gave rise to butterflies in my stomach. Damn. I felt so shy and nervous. Never had a guy approached me for a dance, that too a good looking one.

"Uh, okay," I smiled. I bet I was looking goofy.Damn you, Andy!

I was about to hold his han--

"Don't dance with her, dude. You will be like 'What The Fuck' for the rest of your life."

My eyes sprang out in shock hearing that unknown voice. It was the same tall blonde guy.

"Excuse me??" the brown haired boy quizzed.

"You heard me right, buddy. Don't dance with her," the blonde guy spoke gravely. "She doesn't know to dance, also is the most boring person to be with. If you risk dancing with her, you might end up without a knee for your leg and some broken bones here and there."

Wait, WHAT??!!???!!

I was completely blank for a moment hearing all that about me. Does anyone know how it feels being insulted by a guy in front of another guy? Tell me 'cause I'm inexperienced. The next second I saw the brown haired guy walking away with overwhelming speed & the blonde one smirk in victory. That pissed me like no other

"Who the hell are you??" I blasted at him. "We don't even know each other & how dare you say all that crap about me??Why did you do what you just did?? Just because you have the freedom of speech doesn't mean you can go about bursting your lungs when you feel like!!"

"It's too late to say 'Sorry' anyway. So I wouldn't even bother," he replied apologetically.

Arggg!

"You're the ugliest version of Lord Voldemort with a nose who loves to float fake stories about people," I scowled.

The guy was deeply offended. Ha! Take that!

"Do I look ugly to you??!!! Can't you see I am so good-looking with so many charming features??" he retorted.

"In that case, I'm sure you see someone else in the mirror everyday and think yourself to be him," I smiled sweetly. "Happy to clear your misunderstanding."

He looked very much disgruntled with that insult. Seems like I am getting good at this every passing moment!

"I know myself. Thank you very much," he drawled. "You might want to do something about your eyes 'cause they'd make you feel hundred at the age of seventeen."

"Why don't you ask your twin zombie if you don't believe my words?" I ridiculed him.

The war was so on. He shot back at me. I was more ready than ever with an answer. This went on for God knows how long. I won't stop until I exhaust all the words in his damn throat. That's Andrea Wilson for you. Seriously, how can a guy be so appalling? Wait till I teach him a big fat lesson about keeping his darn nose tightly pressed to his face.

All of a sudden, I felt something rock solid and hard go around my hand. And when I saw what it was, I stopped dead. The blonde guy had too 'cause he had the same thing gripping his hand that I had. Realization whipped us flat on our faces;

We hadn't even realized in our crude exchange of words when Soph had come there and had handcuffed his left hand and my right hand....!

"Soph! What have you done??" Both the blonde guy and me boomed at her simultaneously.

Hey, wait a sec!

How come he knows her by her name and how come I don't know that she knows him?

Chuck that. There are way more serious things to be looked at right now. For example, me being chained like a criminal.

"I didn't know what to do!" said Soph, raising her hands in surrender. "Both of you were bickering so much. I was trying to cool you guys down but you were far from listening. I decided this was the only way to stop both of you & see it worked!"

"Unlock us right now," the blonde guy said, irritated.

"Okay Okay, Relax! I have got the key. You will be free! Wait a minute."

Soph rummaged through her purse for the key. We waited on impatiently. But every passing second, Soph's search went on growing intense and her expressions grew dimmer and dimmer with her hand in the purse....

I felt a sudden chill in my bones. It was that feeling when you know that something is wrong and things start looking pretty much worse to you than before....

"Soph," I didn't even recognize my voice when I spoke 'cause it was a paranoid hiss. "You very much have the key, don't you? I hope you're aware that you can't say a 'No' here."

"I swear I had it!" said Soph. "But....I can't find it anywhere now....I think I have lost the key & the spare key is with my brother who is gone for a study camp & will return tomorrow morning."

No.

Just No.

NO.

This.

Can't.

Be.

Happening.

This. Is. So. NOT. Happening.

No. NO. NOOO!!!

NOOOOOOO!!!

I could feel the harsh reality seeping in my skin and it was hard to take in.

"You're joking, Soph, right?!" said the blonde guy, sounding heavy with shock. "We all admit you've an exceptional sense of humor. Now quickly say that you are indeed joking? You know I can't stand this girl even for a second."

"I can't stand this guy even for a split second," I said at once

"Unfortunately I'm speaking facts," sighed Soph. "Tomorrow as soon as my brother comes, you will be freed from each other....." Clearing her throat, she spoke again,"So let me introduce you to each other. Drake," she faced the blonde guy, "She is my best friend Andrea Wilson. She is with me in school & Andy" she faced me, "Meet Drake Spencer, my brother's friend, the star quarterback of the school which defeated us in the last football match."

Drake and I looked at each other. Or rather, glaring would be a better word. We had a whole night ahead of us to spend with each other. And it's way too worse than it sounds.

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Thank you so much for showering Drake and Andrea with so much love and also for your messages :D

Speaking of which, I've got lots of messages over all these months asking about a sequel. As much as I'd want to but I don't have any story for it. So just thought of posting this. It had just randomly popped in my head :P

I'll be posting the other chapter very soon!

Stay blessed,

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