I don't usually write long stories, so I'm doing what jaded river hussie has done, and I'm making a master post for all my drabbles and one shots. My drabbles always seem to be very short, so it'll be bits and pieces of Drake and Mindy from various points in time, not necessarily chronological. :)

I don't own Drake & Josh.

When Mindy Crenshaw got angry, the entire world knew she was angry. It was utter rage – there was door slamming, throwing things down like her phone or the TV remote, huffing, yelling at no one in particular…it didn't take much to see that something had pissed her off.

Now that she and Drake were dating, Drake got the brunt of her anger. She never took anything out on him, but he had to listen to her as she ranted and babbled and slammed things and became more and more like a she-beast and less and less like his girlfriend. He didn't mind it, but he always knew something was wrong when the slam of her car door sounded like it was right next to him when he was actually sitting in his house with all the windows closed. Mindy could rant for hours, and there were occasions she did; Drake would have to listen to everything that happened that day that made her slightly angry. He'd nod and do his best to follow the stories, but sometimes they turned tangential, and he didn't know all the names of her coworkers – how could he follow when it was Jenny and Mark that had shunned her when he didn't even have a clue who Jenny or Mark was? When she got mad, if someone so much as looked at her funny, it made her furious. She'd rage for awhile, then finally calm down, and they'd end up cuddling until she fell asleep on Drake's shoulder.

When Drake Parker got angry, he tried his best to make sure that no one knew. He'd go throughout his whole day dealing with everything, staying quiet, and the second he got to Mindy's house, she'd watch him deflate. He'd stay mute. He never ranted, he never yelled, he never said what was bothering him. He'd go sit on the couch waiting for her to follow, and she would, knowing that he needed her when he got like this. Usually, Drake's head would end up in Mindy's lap while she stroked his hair and he fell apart minute by minute. He wouldn't ever say anything, but he looked so weak and so small; it was enough to break Mindy's heart. When he finally did speak, his voice was tiny, needy. He'd eventually fall asleep with his head in her lap feeling comforted by having Mindy so close to him. When they woke up the next morning, they'd go about life like nothing ever happened.

Though she hated when Drake was upset, Mindy liked the nights he'd fall asleep snuggled up to her. She knew no one else ever saw him at his most vulnerable, and she was glad it was her that saw him break. She was the one who got to make him feel better. That was their little secret.