Only my second ever fic, so please be kind.

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"You know what. I had a normal life before you came along" Josh whined, looking at his blue hands, yes, blue hands. "Are you listening Drake? I've got blue hands! Blue!" He was screeching now. "How am I gunna clean this up? This is all your fault ya know!" Drake hadn't even looked up, he was laughing, while hiding his face with his bangs, he climbed up to his bed, and sat on it trying to look serious.

"How was I meant to know you'd try and grab the churro as I tripped?" He giggled, he couldn't help it now; Josh just looked so funny. Blue to his elbows, with a churro, also blue stuck to his hand. Josh looked horrified as he grabbed a towel and some clothes, the paint now dry.

"We were normal, my dad and I, normal I tell ya, no blue paint, no crazy lies so Drake doesn't get caught, no evil little sister. Then you came." He threw his hands around, Drake stopped laughing and turned his back to Josh and grabbed his guitar, plugging in some headphones. "Normal, fine, happy." He stomped off, Drake looked coldly at the space Josh had occupied moments ago, Thanks for that I s'pose. Shaking his head he strung together some chords, just letting a tune come to him.

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Josh let the hot water bounce off his back, relaxing as the shower pumped it out. Then he furiously scrubbed at his hands, the blue slowly ran off, along with the churro. Why had Drake decided to day of all days to buy blue paint to make paint balls with to pelt at Mrs Haifyers's house with? Why? He scrubbed until his skin was red, and began to sting before drying off, and using a generous amount of Drake's moisturiser, He owes me this at least. He grinned as he applied the expensive brand name product to his hands, then face, then played around with some of Drake's other skin and hair products. He noticed another bottle of hair spray. That boy doesn't even finish the bottle before he changes brands… he sighed. He combed his hair after roughly towel drying it. He put the tube back, scrunching it up for more revenge.

He stalked back to their room, thinking of all the horrible things he could do/say to Drake to get him back for it. That poor wasted box of churros, why was Drake so flustered at the moment, he had sent the paint flying. "Drake…" Drake looked up, with the big, most innocent eyes he had, pulling one headphone out as his hair flopped across. His number one weapon against Josh, the innocent puppy look. "Josh, you know you are one of the best things that happened to me." Josh stuttered, he couldn't believe what he had just heard. "D-Dr-Drake, are you f-feeling ok?"

"Well you sorta upset me you know, I thought I'd let you know…" Drake knew deep down he meant it, but right now, he just wanted Josh back on side.

"HUG me brotha'r!" Josh screeched, flying across the room and up to Drake's bed with surprising speed. Drake panicked and tried to run away, too late, he was in a death grip hug, I'm never gunna make it out of here alive! he joked in his head. "Ok Dude, cant breath!" he shouted now, trying to wiggle his way out. Josh let go. Looking hurt, Drake shot him a sarcastic grin, jumping from his bed, and flopping onto the couch. He grabbed Josh's laptop and signed onto some chat room or another. Josh scowled at him, feeling a little used, so that's what he wanted "hrumpft!" he stomped off to the kitchen.

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"Hey mom." Audrey nodded back to him. She was trying to get carrots chopped and peeled while helping Meagan with something, and stir/prepare everything else, and talk on her cell, all at once. "Need some help" She thrust the carrots at him and pointed to the cooker.

"Thanks bunny, I really got to take this call." She walked off. Megan looked frustrated. Josh felt a little used once again, and began to finish dinner. "Boob" Meagan nodded to him as she stalked off like a cat in search of easier prey. Drake he should warn him that Megan looked like she was planning something, but nah, Drake had got him into a lot of trouble today, plus if Drake wanted to eat, he'd have to live with it.

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Drake smelt good food, and decided to go poke around. Taking his chips and sour cream dip with him. His guitar was at the head of the stairs, he shrugged. Must of left it here last night… He thought he might as well take it down with him, after all he had band practise straight after dinner. He grabbed it gently, but as soon as his hand touched the strings he was given an electric shock. He yelped, then giving a girly scream, guitar in hand, seemingly stuck and still shocking him, he took a step back, forgetting about the stairs. He dropped the dip and chips as he fell, strangely he felt nothing except being covered in dip, and chips, all in his hair. All he could hear was Meagan laughing hysterically from her room, then he blacked out in time for the turn in the stairs. Lucky for him.

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Josh came running as he heard the scream, thinking it was most likely about the moisturiser. Him and his mom arrived in time to see Drake tumbling, guitar in hand, down the stairs. He hit the wall of the corner with enough force to send him flying back down the last 6-8 steps. His mom screamed, Josh dropped the bowl of salad he had, as he and his mom ran to Drake, who wasn't moving, his guitar, the black one, was snapped, and Josh peeled it off his hand, getting a small shock, and finding it covered in half dried glue, nice and sticky. "Megan " He growled. His mom didn't here, she was trying to get Drake to come round, his Dad burst through from upstairs, as did Meagan. "What happened boobs." She asked before she saw Drake in a crumpled pile on the floor. Walter moved with speed you can't imagine.

Drake opened his eyes with a groan. Now he could feel it. Sticky with dip, his head was aching, his arm and leg were killing him, and he felt like he had a large elephant sat on his chest. He winced, his vision blurred. He saw the whole family gathered around him. He blinked. Megan was doing her best to look concerned but was finding the whole thing to damn funny. "Fuck." Was the first thing he said. He went to apologise to his mom, but noticed she didn't seem to care. He was gasping a little.

"Walter we have got to get him to hospital…" Walter bent like he was doing to pick Drake up, but told Josh to instead. Drake yelped as his brother picked up the smaller, scrawnier boy. "Dude, gentle, I can't breathe here." He sighed, his ribs were hurting, and a coppery taste was filling his mouth. "I can walk you know."

"No" Walter said firmly. "You've just fallen down a flight of stairs. None to gently too. Deal with it." Megan rolled her eyes and sighed. "Boobs" Grinning, she hadn't meant it to be this bad he was just meant to run around being shocked by a guitar stuck to him, but no he had to fall down the stairs. It was funny though, and she had the whole thing on tape. She locked the door, as Walter started his car, Drake, Josh and Mom in the back, Megan climbed up front trying to stop herself laughing.

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I'm quiet mean to charries I like.

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Nice critiques appreciated. If your nasty I will be nasty back.

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Suzanne