AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hello, hello, hello. I haven't tried my hand at "Drake & Josh" yet, though it seems quite appealing. Drake is like, so hot, it's insane. I read a slash "Drake & Josh" fic; it was cool, haha. Anyway, yes, I hope you all enjoy "Color Barrier." I know it's not that long, but following chapters will be. Read and Review for me!

DISCLAIMER: Do I even have to say it? I don't know Drake Bell or Josh Peck, just writin' about them.

SUMMARY: Drake and Josh get into their worst trouble yet – they get their hands on fake Ids and get into the local area night club. While there, Drake meets the hottest girl he's seen yet, and the two hit it off. Only this time, she's African American. What will Drake's friends say? What about his parents?

It was a beautiful sunny day at Belleview High School in San Diego, California as Drake Parker and his stepbrother Josh Nichols entered through the front doors and proceeded to their lockers. Drake's head was, as usual, turning at the sight of every female that walked past him while Josh's mind was going back over the Chemistry material he'd studied the previous night for his test that day.

"I just don't get you, Drake."

"Why not?"

"You check out girls every single day."

"Why shouldn't I? They're all cute. Ooh, especially her," Drake said as a girl with an exceptionally short skirt caught his eye.

"Drake, I love you! Bye!" A giddy girl in a pink shirt and white scarf squealed, and as quickly as she'd appeared, she was gone.

"Must be good to be you," Josh said, a hint of jealousy and 'he's hopeless' in his voice.

"Yeah." And with that, the pair was off to class and to finish another long and boring day of high school.

Drake, of course, slept through almost every class. Josh was busy raising his hands to answer questions while Drake raised his head up rapidly every time a teacher would ask him to pay attention. Passing by lockers in between classes, Drake was busy eyeing the ladies again, very predictably.

Later on that afternoon when they got back home, Drake had yet another devious scheme cooked up in his guitar-playing mind.

"Josh," he said, throwing his backpack on the chair by the stereo as usual.

"What?"

"Guess what Scott's brother is gonna do for us?"

"Do I really want to know?"

"Yes, you do. Scott's brother is gonna get us into The Viper Room."

"And that is…?"

"A club Josh, a club!"

"A what? You've had some crazy ideas before Drake, but this one just takes the cake."

"How so?"

"A club, Drake? We're nowhere near old enough. How are we supposed to get in?"

"Fake IDs, duh," walking over to his raised bed, pulling his guitar into his lap and striking a few notes.

"No way, Drake. I will not go along with another one of your crazy ideas."

"It's not crazy; it's practically foolproof! Look, we get the IDs, just flash them at the security people, and we're in. It'll be awesome."

"Not gonna happen," Josh said, flipping open his Math book.

"Oh come on Josh. We're practically seventeen now."

"I am not going to a night club! Do you know how much trouble we could get into?"

"We won't get in trouble! As long as you keep your big mouth shut, nobody will even know we're there."

"I said no, and that's final."

But when Josh tried to get out of the rolling chair at their computer desk, he found that Megan had glued his butt to the chair yet again.

That Friday night, Drake and Josh stood outside of The Viper Room with Scott and his brother Trevor. The music blared loudly outside the building, and the lights could be seen from the door. At the threshold of their maturity stood a man in a yellow jacket with an earpiece in his ear, and another one who sat on a stool and checked the ages on the ID cards that were held out to him.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Josh said with a disgusted tone in his voice.

"Come on Josh, lighten up a little," Drake said as the four of them approached the door and he handed the Bouncer his (fake) ID card. By a stroke of luck, he didn't notice any of the phony cards.

"Wow Scott, you actually did something right for a change!"

"I cannot believe I'm doing this," Josh repeated as they stepped inside, now a scared and regretful look on his face to go along with the disgusted tone in his voice.

"Didn't I tell you to lighten up? Come on, relax! The hard part's over. Now we just gotta find some girls to dance with," Drake said contentedly, depositing his jacket and rubbing his palms together.

Not quite five minutes later, a shorter black girl with long dark brown hair and light brown eyes moved toward Drake and Josh (Scott and his brother were already dancing). She hesitated for a moment behind them while they hadn't spotted her before she tapped Drake lightly on the shoulder. He turned his head and gave her a sweet and innocent smile, which she returned.

"Wanna dance?" she asked.

"Sure," Drake said, allowing her to take his hand and lead him to the dance floor.

Josh sat there alone in awe and misery, but only for a short while. A pretty girl with curly, dirty blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes asked Josh to dance, and led him to the dance floor when he'd consented.

"This is so crazy, Drake."

Drake and the girl who'd asked him to dance were still going strong forty-five minutes later. They'd sat down to talk and he found out her name was Laura. He also found out that she'd come with the girl who was dancing with Josh and her name was Stephanie. After a short water break and discussion, the two got back on the dance floor. It was almost 2:00AM before Josh grabbed Drake and dragged him out of The Viper Room…but not before he and Laura had exchanged cell phone numbers. To Drake, it looked like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

"Dude, my band could play in there sometime," Drake said as they left.

"I can't believe I did that," Josh repeated.

"Josh, could you stop saying that? It's over now."

"Whatever."