I had to write this story when I was listening to Drake Bell's song Somehow. This is basically a story about the day that Megan and Drake's dad left from Megan's eyes.

She stares at the moon

Megan sat in her bed room staring out of her window looking up at the fading night sky. It was early in the morning now and so the object that she had been looking at for the last five minutes was beginning to fade from her sight and the sky was beginning to change colour as the sun replaced the silver and white coloured object in the sky that she was so focused on.

She was staring at the moon.

She had always done that when she was younger. She remembered when she was six years old staring out at the moon, while hearing dad and mum's hushed talking. When ever she got scared she would go to Drake. He was five years older than her making him eleven. Drake would always give in and let her sleep with him as long as she promised not to tell any one else that he let her do so.

Megan hadn't done that since her dad had left them. The memory of that night haunted her still and she couldn't stand thinking off it. When ever people spoke about injuries that they had managed to get Megan always wanted to tell them to shut up and listen to the story of some one who had had to live with real injuries almost every day.

It sicken her when she saw that image reappear in her mind.

She stood up from the comfort of her bed diverting her eyes away from the moon and opened her bed room door walking down the hall towards the room that she had found so much comfort in as a younger child.

She thought that she could hear music, but she shook that off, Drake wouldn't be playing his guitar this late at night Josh wouldn't allow it as they all had school tomorrow and Josh liked to get his sleep.

Carefully and quietly Megan opened the door to Drake and Josh's bed room and stepped just inside of the door. She looked around the dark, silently thanking the fact that she and Drake had managed to get their dad's good night vision. The one good thing that they had gotten from him was that fact. As she looked around she noticed Josh's bed covers rising and falling signalling that Josh was laying in bed, asleep.

But Megan couldn't see the person that she wanted to see in the room. Drake's covers were still and unmoving. Megan could see that their was no figure in under the covers and that made her panic slightly. She remembered the night before her dad left when she had heard arguing she had come straight to Drake's room for the safety that she usually found in her brother. She hurried out of the room shutting the door behind her as a memory made it's way in to her head.

A young, sleepy Megan pushed the bed room door open carefully trying not to let any one know that she was awake. She walked in side Drake's bed room to find Drake's bed empty. She felt panic rise up in side of her as she heard more of her dad's shouting, Megan just assumed that mum and dad were talking again, probably because dad wanted the TV left on or some thing like that and mum didn't.

Megan ran over to Drake's bed and climbed up the ladder sitting on the covers. A minute later Drake walked in to the room and spotted Megan sat on the bed. He walked over to her and climbed the ladder joining her on the bed.

"What are you doing here?" He asked her nicely his tone sweet and kind. Megan loved that tone when she was able to hear it, it was always able to reassure her when she needed to be.

"Can I stay with you tonight please, mum and dad are fighting again." Megan replied, but she could see some thing in the way that Drake was looking at her that told her different, almost like Drake knew what was going on between mum and dad.

Drake didn't seem to say any thing or fight Megan to go back to her own bed he just let her stay there. Megan heard a few sounds come from Drake as she lay in her usual position with her head resting on Drake's chest. The noises almost sounded like they were sounds of pain, almost as if Drake was in pain.

But Megan didn't know any thing until the next day and then every thing that had happened made sense in her young head.

Megan once again heard that faint music from before. It was coming from down stairs in the living room, so that was where she headed. As she walked down the stairs in to the room she thought that she could see a figure sat on the sofa and a guitar. She smiled as she heard the strange sound and headed over to the sofa sitting down next to her brother.

"Hi." She said softly with a smile that she rarely gave to any one any more, but there was some thing about Drake that had always brought it out of her and placed it across her small face.

"Hey." Drake replied in the same soft tone a similar smile crossing his face for a moment before he went back to trying to do some thing to his guitar. Megan took the guitar off him and place her fingers where Drake's had once been and dragged her fingers down over the same string that Drake just had. The sound sounded strange and not like the sound that Drake's guitar usually made when Drake played it to her or when she over heard him and his band playing in the garage.

Her rhythms out of tune

"Drake," Megan said turning her head to face Drake, placing Drake's guitar down on the sofa in the small space between them. Drake turned his head to face his sister, "What's wrong with your guitar?" She asked.

"It's out of tune, that's all." Drake replied as he picked his guitar back up and continued trying to tune it again.

"It sounds really strange." Megan told her brother as he continued tuning the guitar.

"Thanks," Drake replied sarcastically before looking at Megan curiously, "What are you doing up so late?" He asked his sister as he turned to face her again for a moment before going back to tuning his guitar.

"I couldn't sleep and I was staring at the moon and that brought back lots of memories and I just wanted to see you, so I went and looked in your room for you, but you weren't there and then I heard what sounded like your guitar coming from down stairs, so I came down here to see you and speak to you." Megan explained to her brother.

"Well Megan why don't you go back up stairs to your room and go to sleep." Drake said softly to his sister.

"What are you going to do?" Megan asked.

"Stay here and try to tune my guitar and maybe watch some TV later." Drake replied.

"So why are you going to stay down here and not go to sleep?"

"I slept well earlier, but then I woke up and saw the moon, so I came down stairs with my guitar and here I am, with you, trying to tune my guitar." Drake explained to Megan who seemed to understand after her evening of sleeping had headed in the same direction and she knew why.

Six years ago today would be the day that she knew Drake hated. That their mum hated. And when she was honest, a day that even she hated.

Memories of the past

Megan stood and shook her head. She started to walk towards the kitchen, but stopped turning back to face her brother, "Do you want any thing from the kitchen while I'm out there?"

"No, but thanks for asking Megan." Drake replied with out looking up from his guitar.

"Your welcome." Megan said lightly as she left the living room and walked in to the kitchen. She came back in a minute later with a small glass in her hand that was half filled with a clear liquid, water.

Megan sat back down on the sofa next to Drake who after two minutes let out a sigh as Megan heard some thing break. She looked over to see that the thinnest string on Drake's guitar had broken, making Drake very annoyed as he out the guitar down, letting it lean against the sofa, picking up the TV remote and turned it on with the volume on just loud enough for both of them to hear it, but not loud enough to wake every one else who was asleep up stairs up.

"Do you remember what day today is?" Drake asked. Megan nearly froze at Drake's sentence also feeling a little upset that Drake thought that she, his younger sister, didn't remember what had happened that day, what today was. Megan hated to think of it.

She looked down at the glass in her hand, looking through the water in the glass to the bottom of it, almost imaging her self falling in to the bottom of that glass.

At the bottom of her glass

"Of course I remember Drake," Megan started as she placed her glass down and looked over at her brother seriously, Drake turning his head to look at her, "How could I forget that day. How could I forget what happened. How could I forget what today is Drake. It's a day that you hate, mum hates, Drake even I hate what day today is." Megan said. Drake seemed a little shocked at Megan's outburst, but he seemed to get over it.

"Megan, I'd like to ask you to help me out with some thing." Drake said. Megan would never usually even think about saying yes, but strangely she felt that she had to. No she felt that she needed to, that she should do.

"What is it?" She asked. She had meant to ask her question harshly, but it didn't come out of her mouth that way and she was very glad that she didn't say it harshly.

"Megan, tomorrow I think that we should tell Josh and Walter, I mean they are family now and the events of tomorrow happened six years ago. They deserve to know." Drake told her nicely and it was true.

"Was this mum's idea by any chance?" She asked Drake interested to know why Drake was suddenly suggesting this to her.

"Yes," Drake replied simply before adding, "So will you tell them with mum and me. We'll only tell them if you agree to it."

Megan didn't say any thing for a minute, but then she stood realising just how early it was getting. She decided that she would get dressed and then come back down here and sit with her brother. But before she left she had one word for Drake.

"Yes."

Please review and thanks for reading.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, the next chapter should be up soon.

Also who do you want Drake to be paired with in my next story - Josh, Mindy e.c.t. - please leave me a review or pm me.