A/N: Hey guys! I love writing, and this is my first Drake and Josh fic. But, it's mostly about Drake. The first chapter might lead you to believe that Drake likes guys, but thats not the case. Just read it and you'll understand. Also, reviews would be gladly appreciated! Read On and tell me what ya think. One more thing, Drake may be a little OOC, theres some cussing in this chapter.

"Straight Jacket Feeling"

Chapter 1

Summary: Drake Parker has everything he could ever want: popularity and girls, girls, girls. What more could Drake Parker want? Truth is, he wants a whole lot more. Drake wants people to see him as more than just a hot, popular guy. There is so much more to him that no one ever sees. Except for maybe one person.

Drake Parker was walking the halls of Belleview High, every girl had their eye on him and every guy jealously glared at him.

"This whole poularity thing is overrated," pondered Drake.

There were definitely perks to being popular, but he felt like a prisoner. He got this straight jacket feeling, he felt like no one ever sees past his looks. He wants to be taken seriously. There had to be more to life than this. He felt like he was limited and locked up inside his own mind. Could he get away and get past it?

Drake went to his locker and grabbed his books. He decided to take the long route to his chemistry class. Along, the way, Drake saw some skater guys bashing this blonde guy who was obviously preppy. Drake hid behind the corner and started listening to what was going on.

This particular blonde guy had lonjg blonde shaggy hair that fell in his eyes. He was wearing a Hollister shirt, American Eagle jeans, and surprise.. black and white checkerboard Vans.

"What's up with this outfit, dude?" questioned one guy.

"Who wears a designer shirt with skater shoes?"

"I do," said the blonde confidently.

Marc Warren was an intimiudating guy with an all the way spiked up mohawk, studder leather jacket, skin tight yellow plaid pants with zippers in the knees, and red patent leather boots. He's the leader of his group, he's one hardcore skater. He decided to join in on the conversation.

"You're either prep or skater, you can't be both."

"I can. I'm an individualist. My job is to break the routine dress. I refuse to be a clone, I don't need someone telling me how to dress."

Marc knocked the blonde's books out of his hands. They hit the floor with a clatter. Drake saw the flames in the blonde's eyes, he pulled his fist back. The blonde wasn't backing down.

Drake came around the corner, "Chill dude," he said to blondie. "Marc, what's your deal?"

"This dude here is violating the way things are."

"You didn't have to knock his books out of his hands."

"Drake, you're a popular mother fucker. Why don't you tell him how things are run in this school," snarled Marc.

Drake rolled his eyes, here it was again "I don't have to tell him shit. Things aren't ran any certain way in this school. I applaud him on being different and stepping out of the bubble of what people think a certain sterotype should dress or act like. Pick up his books."

Marc gave him the nastiest look he could muster before picking up his books and shoving them in Drake's hands.

"Now, keep your opinions to yourself. He can dress however he wants. Fuck off."

Drake gave the blonde his stuff and they started walking.

"Thanks for what you did for me. I was about to punch him."

"Yeah, I noticed. That's one short temper you got there."

"Yeah, it don't take much to set it off."

Drake stuck out his hand, "I'm Drake Parker, most popular guy in this school."

He shook his hand, "Glad to meet you, Drake. I'm Dillon Mathis. I just transferred here from Playa Linda, Cali."

"Awesome."

"Why'd you decide to help me if you're Mr. Popularity?"

"Because, you seem like a decent guy that I can actually relate to. All my friends only like me for my status. You seem like the type of guy I can actually count on."

Dillon noticed how lonely Drake is, he could definitely relate. He had been a loner himself, focusing on surfing, music, and his grades. "So, what's your stereoype?"

"Well, I consider myself a rocker. I love rock, alternative, and punk music. Some people call me skater, but I don't skateboard. I just love the music and dress like one. Some people call me a prep because I am the most popular guy at this place they call school."

"You're like me, you don't have any certain label. Me, i'm into fashion and designer clothes, but I don't like rap, like most preps. I love rock and am a surfer. The skater shoes are just fashion, I like to dress differently, not how everyone else dresses. I hate following the crowd, to me it's very collective. I don't skateboard either."

"You're very unique. That's what I am talkin' about. You're a real person, not some rip-off of what the in-crowd is."

"Yeah, for a popular guy, you're pretty cool."

"When people see you hanging around me, the girls are goin to go crazy for you."

"Awesome! I don't know though if they're all the same..."

"I know what you're sayin. Most of them are the same. But, who cares?"

"About girls? Dude, are you gay?"

"No, but it seems like all of my girlfriends were the same."

"Oh.. I know how that is. I mostly dated surfers, but most of the time I didn't have time for girls."

"Well, dude I got to go."

"Wait," Drake pulled out his cell and Dillon put his number in.

Then, Dillon gave Drake his razr, and Drake put his number in.

Dillon waved and strutted off.

That was one thing Drake liked about Dillon. He had so much confidence and wasn't afraid to show it. Drake had never met anyone quite like Dillon. They were goin to be good friends. Drake needs someone he can depend on. Not that Josh wasn't there for him. Drake just needs someone new to kick it with. He was happy and confident during his classes. Dillon must have been rubbing off on him. The girls especially like Drake's new attitude.

Drake was in his most boring class of the day.. algebra. He pulled his cell out of his pocket and put his phone under his desk. He scrolled through is contacts and selected Dillon's name. He went to create message and typed "Hey wanna eat luch with me? I'll introduce u 2 everyone."

Dillon obviously loved textin because his replies came withing a few seconds. Their conversation went as follows:

Dillon:Yea, where do ya wanna meet at?

Drake:Wut class u n?

Dillon:Honors Englsih

Drake:I'm n algebra. Meet me at locker 219.

Dillon:Ok, my lockers 283.

Drake:Cool, c u then.

Right after he pushed the send button the bell rang. He grabbed his stuff and walked to hsi locker and threw his books in. A couple of minutes later, Dillon showed up.

"Hey Drake."

"Ready?"

"Let's do it."

A/N: What will everyone think of Dillon's uniqueness? Will they accept him as Drake's new best freind? Will Dillon even care if they like him or not? Find out in the next chapter! PLEASE REVIEW!! I was inspired to write this story from my favorite band, the All-American Rejects.

Lyrics to All-American Rejects "Staight Jacket Feeling" the song that inspired me.

"Back me down from backing up

Hold your breath now it's stacking up

Etched with marks but I can deal

And you're the problem and you can't feel

Try this on, straightjacket feeling

So maybe I won't be alone

Take back now my life you're stealing

Yesterday was hell

But today I'm fine without you

Run away this time without you

Everything I thought you would be

That face is tearing holes in me again..."