Author's Notes: Part of a fic challenge where the prompt was "chocolate". Oneshot, Drake-centered, 434 words. All comments/criticism is welcome. I do not own Drake & Josh, am making no profit, no copyright infringement is intended. Enjoy!
four guilty pleasures of drake parker.
one.
Drake loved the smell of his guitar case. Whenever he flipped the top open, no matter where he was, it just smelled like home to him. Absolutely nothing could compare to the intoxicating combination of the leather from the case and the polish he used when he cleaned his guitar from scattered fingerprints and hairline scratches. It was the kind of smell that gave him a heady rush of confidence and adrenaline before he strapped on his guitar and ran out onto the stage.
It was the smell of fun and if Drake knew anything, it was how to have a good time.
two.
When August rolled into September, school is the last place Drake wants to be. Two weeks before he has to go back to Belleview High, a burst of energy cuts through him and he makes the most of his vacation; sleeping, playing his guitar, going to the beach, and more of playing his guitar. It's the blissful end to a vacation well spent.
Then the week before school starts comes around, sneaking in and pouncing in like a playful cat. But the thing about it is he actually looks forward to this week. Well, maybe not the whole week; just a particular day. The day that his mom takes him, Josh, and Megan to go get school supplies. That's where he gets surprisingly excited.
Josh is one aisle drooling over the translucent folders and Megan is another aisle determining which pink backpack would be perfect for her. And Drake stood in front of the array of pencils, erasers, highlighters…whatever. Plans were starting to hatch in his mind as he glanced at the unfolded schedule in his hand; perusing the classes and teachers he'd been assigned. Upon seeing Mrs. Hafer's name, a wicked grin stretched over his lips. Grabbing for a box of number two pencils, Drake kept a running commentary going in his head;
"These pencils will stick good in the ceiling…ooh, she HATES gel pens, I have to use those…non-perforated paper? Check! The paper shreds will drive her nuts…"
three.
The name might be kinda dorky (okay, a lot dorky), but Drake wouldn't touch anybody else's brownies after Josh had made him Fudgie Boos for the first time after Josh and Walter made their family whole. The way the chocolate would just melt in his mouth and dance on his tongue as there was a hint of…cinnamon? Nutmeg?
The tongue burns were worth trying to figure it out from eating warm brownie soup.
four.
The Make It Big - WHAM! CD he shamefully owns. And the other two hiding under his mattress.
FIN.