“What, would you rather walk back to San Francisco?” Drake leaned back on his elbows, reclining lazily in the grass growing alongside of the road.
“Oh, so this is your grand solution?” Mindy rolled her eyes. “This is stupid and dangerous.”
“Please, I hitch all the time. It’s perfectly safe.” Drake ginned. “Just avoid semi trucks.”
“Well if you do it all the time, then why don’t you get your lousy thumb up here with mine?” Mindy raised an eyebrow.
“Please. You’re a beautiful woman on the side of the road, all alone and helpless – there’s no way that the next hero that drives along won’t want to stop and be your knight in shining armor.”
Mindy stared at him, then huffed. “We’re going to die out here.”
“Hey, who risked detention to drive you up to UCLA for an interview that you technically didn’t need?” Drake raised an eyebrow. “Don’t think I forgot about all those good boyfriend points that you promised me.”
“Well your good boyfriend points are rapidly dwindling, what with you pimping me out roadside style and all.”
“No pimping. Just encouraging.” Drake smirked. “You could show a little leg and we’d get outta here twice as fast.”
“If I get murdered, I hope you know that I blame you. Just letting you know in advance.”
Drake nudged her with his foot. “Car’s coming. Work it.”
Mindy sighed and held out her thumb unenthusiastically. “I hate you.”
“Work it. Work it!” Drake chuckled when she glared at him venomously. “Come on, wiggle your hips or something.”
“No!” she hissed.
“Coward.”
Mindy huffed and tried for an enticing smile as a small red car came speeding down the road, slowly coming to a stop. Taking a deep breath, she leaned down to the passenger window. “Hey there, I – oh, God.”
“Ms. Crenshaw.” Mrs. Hayfer raised one highly glossed eyebrow. “Fancy meeting you here.”
Drake popped up behind Mindy’s left shoulder. “Mrs. Hayfer! Thank God we ran into you, see – we were out here gathering leaves for an extra credit – “
“Save it.” Mrs. Hayfer shook her head slowly. “In the back. Now.” She gave a small, evil smile. “This is just wonderful. Two for the price of one – and it’s not even my birthday.”
Sighing, Mindy gave a tired glare to Drake before climbing into the backseat. As Drake moved to follow her, but stopped when the English teacher held out one manicured claw. “What?”
Working It - Drake and Josh - Drake/Mindy - hitchhiking - PG - Het
“What, would you rather walk back to San Francisco?” Drake leaned back on his elbows, reclining lazily in the grass growing alongside of the road.
“Oh, so this is your grand solution?” Mindy rolled her eyes. “This is stupid and dangerous.”
“Please, I hitch all the time. It’s perfectly safe.” Drake ginned. “Just avoid semi trucks.”
“Well if you do it all the time, then why don’t you get your lousy thumb up here with mine?” Mindy raised an eyebrow.
“Please. You’re a beautiful woman on the side of the road, all alone and helpless – there’s no way that the next hero that drives along won’t want to stop and be your knight in shining armor.”
Mindy stared at him, then huffed. “We’re going to die out here.”
“Hey, who risked detention to drive you up to UCLA for an interview that you technically didn’t need?” Drake raised an eyebrow. “Don’t think I forgot about all those good boyfriend points that you promised me.”
“Well your good boyfriend points are rapidly dwindling, what with you pimping me out roadside style and all.”
“No pimping. Just encouraging.” Drake smirked. “You could show a little leg and we’d get outta here twice as fast.”
“Dream on.”
Drake sighed. “You are so intensive.”
“That’s insensitive, mon amour,” Mindy said, sickly sweet.
“Whatever.”
“If I get murdered, I hope you know that I blame you. Just letting you know in advance.”
Drake nudged her with his foot. “Car’s coming. Work it.”
Mindy sighed and held out her thumb unenthusiastically. “I hate you.”
“Work it. Work it!” Drake chuckled when she glared at him venomously. “Come on, wiggle your hips or something.”
“No!” she hissed.
“Coward.”
Mindy huffed and tried for an enticing smile as a small red car came speeding down the road, slowly coming to a stop. Taking a deep breath, she leaned down to the passenger window. “Hey there, I – oh, God.”
“Ms. Crenshaw.” Mrs. Hayfer raised one highly glossed eyebrow. “Fancy meeting you here.”
Drake popped up behind Mindy’s left shoulder. “Mrs. Hayfer! Thank God we ran into you, see – we were out here gathering leaves for an extra credit – “
“Save it.” Mrs. Hayfer shook her head slowly. “In the back. Now.” She gave a small, evil smile. “This is just wonderful. Two for the price of one – and it’s not even my birthday.”
Sighing, Mindy gave a tired glare to Drake before climbing into the backseat. As Drake moved to follow her, but stopped when the English teacher held out one manicured claw. “What?”
Mrs. Hayfer grinned. “I hate you.”
“Yeah. I know.”