This is made by me and my friend, Megan. We like to write...

None of this story expresses our views about such subjects.

Disclaimer- Unfortunately, we didn't hire Drake Bell before Shnieder's Bakery got him first - So now we have to say, sorry folks - We, through no fault of our own, do not own Drake and Josh...We are very sad about this...very very sad.

Imperfection

Drake's P.O.V

I looked up from my root beer and faced Morrocia. Her long silky black hair fell just below her shoulders. Her beautiful dark eyes met mine. We had been sat in the Premiere for a few hours now, and I just wasn't sick of looking at her. She sipped her mocha cola (diet, mind you), and smiled at me. I loved those ultra-kissable lips. She glanced at the clock behind her and her face fell. Her expression turned to one of shock and horror. She jumped up in alarm.

"Drake, I really have to go now." she said worriedly.

"It's only 5:30," I replied, laughing."You said you have to be home by 6:00"

"Well yeah, but..." She stopped and searched for an excuse. "We'll have to walk. I might not make it in time."

"You only live round the corner, Morrocia," I said rolling my eyes. She looked at me and bit her lip uncertainly.

"But..." She struggled with herself, then shrugged and sat down. I was glad I suppose, but then I realized it probably would be better to let her go home. She wasn't relaxed, comfortable and fun- on the contrary, she was tense, uptight and withdrawn. I sighed and got up, stretching.

"Come on let's get you home then," I said. She hopped off the stool and smiled, as she pulled on her jacket. I held my hand out and she took it.

We walked companiably for a few moment's until we got to the gate of her house. I kissed her goodnight and she smiled once more. My insides went wibbly (for lack of a better word) and she walked down to her door, turning to wave. I sighed. How did she still do that? There's a famous saying and a song, that goes - But i'm helpless when she smiles. I totally and completely understood that now.

I got home and went straight up to my room. Josh was sitting on the old couch, watching a program on the television (Ant's - The building of their nests).

"How as your date with Morrocia?" He asked without turning around.

"Great! She is so beautiful! Come on Josh, agree with me on this, there's no way you can't," I replied.

"I guess, but Drake, have you ever noticed that she's anorexic?" Josh said as Drake slumped onto the couch next to him. Josh picked up the remote and turned the television off.

"She's not. Not really. She's just skinny." Josh gave him a look that seemed to prove Drake wrong."Ok maybe, but whats wrong with that?"

"Dude. It's disgusting. Seriously, I would much prefere a girl with a litte fat on her body."

"Well, you would know all about that, wouldn't you, Josh?" I said hottly. As soon as the words left my lips, I could have bitten my tongue. It wasn't Josh's fault, I knew that. Mom had taken me aside when I had first met him and gently told me that he had suffered badly from the loss of his mother, and turned to food for comfort. I really was proud of him this last year. He had definitly gotten through it and completely overcome his eating problem. But anger seemed to get the better of me, I knew this was his weakness.

"What?" Josh said as he stared at his me.

"You know what i'm talking about Josh. Your little weight problem." I replied."Remember how you ate and ate, until you eventually grew to fat that you struggled to get through the door?"

"Drake, don't,"Josh replied, staring into the blank television screen.

"Come on Josh, you can't just ignore the fact that the only reason you never had a girlfriend until a few weeks ago because of your obesity,"

"I mean it Drake"

"All because of your stupid mother deciding to go for a swim with crocodiles," I said, my voice getting louder with every word.

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER!!" Josh yelled. He stood up and within seconds, I found myself on the floor. Pain shot through my cheekbone and soon, my whole head was aching.

Never before had Josh punched me. He had never been a violent person in his life. I sat up on the floor and looked at my brother.

"Josh?" I said, my voice like a quiet little school boy.

"You know nothing about my mother and you know absolutly nothing about me. Stay the hell away from me Drake,"