I honestly never really thought I'd publish this story, let alone another Drake and Josh one. I started writing it last winter over christmas break, but then my month vacation at a friends stopped the process of writing it. But recently, due to all this shit going on in personal life(family friends in a car accident. 1 died instantly, the other is, well...he'll have to learn to rewalk again. And a dealing with a friend struggling with fiancee trouble) I've decided to work on this story again, since for some reason, a really dark story is the cure to depressing stuff around me...It makes little sense.

Anyways, the layout of this story is slightly choppy. It just happens like that. And there's a chance it might not be completed. It depends on my emotional state.

Disclaimer: I don't own Drake and Josh. Because honestly, this would never happen on an episode...

Fool the World

It was a day like any other.

He was simply bored, looking for the next lucky girl to get the highlight date of her life. His eyes scanned the room searching for the perfect girl.

Many passed, yet none were good enough until a petite blond showed up.

She was fidgety, nervous perhaps? She seemed impatient and kept pacing around like she was waiting for someone.

Her Boyfriend? Drake wonders as he goes closer to her. If it was her boyfriend she was waiting for, he knew to act before said boyfriend showed up. Last time that happened it was not pretty.

She seemed shy, or at least from the perspective he was at it seemed so. He wasn't in the mood to strike out with a girl today, so he made sure to fit the look he knew the girl was going to fall for. For someone who looked shy, she wore pretty revealing clothes. Not like most girls he dated, but hers just seemed to be revealing enough to ask for more.

She was perfect.

Taking a sip of his Mocha Cola, he walked over to the counter the girl was standing near and casually took a place in line beside her. He didn't want to scare her off; chances were she wouldn't give him the second chance. He could tell she was that type of girl.

"I'll take a diet Dr Fizz," she says, fumbling with her wallet to scrape out just enough for her drink.

She's thirty cents short.

Drake searches through his pocket and finds enough change left to pay for her drink. He takes this moment as a good way to get noticed and taps her on the shoulder.

"Here," he says handing her the change, giving her his best smile.

She awkwardly pays for the soda before stepping out of the line.

"Thanks…," she mutters, looking for some sort of way to identify the boy.

"Drake," he says, still holding his grin.

"Missy." She says nothing else.

"Well, Missy," Drake says, letting the girls name flow off his lips. "What's a pretty girl like you doing here alone?"

"Waiting."

Drake can tell she's going to be a bit harder to open up than some of the girls he dates. That's fine by him; he likes variety with the girls he dates.

"For your boyfriend?" Drake asks, and he's hoping the girl says no.

"Don't have one," she replies, and Drake grins.

"Must be your lucky day."

She raises an eyebrow at him and just smiles, playing along. She knows he's about to use a pickup line; she can just tell.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. How would you like to grab a bite to eat sometime?"

She looks down at the floor, searching for an answer. She shrugs and nods her head. "Do you mind if I bring my," she pauses before looking around the room. "…friend with me? I don't like going alone."

Just his luck, he's getting two girls for one. But he can just tell the thought of having to share him with her friend just won't work.

"I'll get Josh to come too," Drake says and the worry off Missy's face disappears.

"Sounds good," she says and hands him a number. "Seven tonight; here at the Premiere?"

Drake nods his head watching her leave the theater. As soon as she leaves his sight he pulls out his phone to call Josh.

It takes only two rings before he picks up.

"Josh! What're you doing tonight?"

"Well hello to you too," he replies sarcastically.

Drake repeats his question. "What're you doing tonight?"

There's silence on the other side, and Drake can tell he's mentally going through his plans. "Nothing that I know of; Craig and Eric were going to come over and we were-" He's cut off by Drake.

"Cancel that then! Dude, I got a hot date tonight!"

"What's new?" Josh asks in straight out sarcasm. He doesn't even bother trying to hide it.

"But she hates to be alone…" Drake pauses before continuing, "So she's bringing her friend."

"Your point?" He's waiting to see if Drake's just bragging about his date, or has a real reason to call. He's done both before, so either answer won't really phase him. He's hoping Drake isn't bragging. But then, he also finds it weird that this girl doesn't like to be alone.

"My point is, she needs someone to occupy her friend. I offered, but she didn't seem to be interested in that idea. So anyways, are you in?"

"On a date? With you?"

"Well not with me, 'cause y'know, that's just weird, like incense or something. But yeah."

"Incest," Josh corrects automatically. "And it wouldn't be incest since we don't have the same genes."

"Well duh. Your jeans don't look good anyway." Josh pretends Drake's using the correct term, and ignores him. "But anyway, so you in?"

"Sure thing," replies, and he can't help but wonder what dud Drake's set him up with this time.

Drake has a habit of picking up girls with strange habits. Usually the girls who prefer to bring a friend along usually end up bringing their super awkward friend that Josh can't stand to be around. Most of the time Friend has the strangest hobbies and is pretty dumb, to the point even Drake can't stand being around them.

Hours later the two boys are at the Premiere waiting for the two girls they're supposedly supposed to meet. All Drake is doing is keeping an eye out for a short blond while Josh is beside him unsure of who exactly they're looking for.

She's fifteen minutes late, and Drake's beginning to wonder if she'll even show. Right before he thinks he's been stood up, the blond appears almost out of nowhere, spotting Drake in the distance. Right behind her in tow is a slightly taller brunette.

"So why am I here again?" The brunette asks the smaller girl. "Remind me why I'm here?"

"A free meal's a free meal. You want a free meal? Talk to what's his face, humor him. It's not like you have to marry him or anything. Besides, it's not like Drake said this was a date or anything. He said grab a bit to eat, which means it's not necessarily a date."

The brunette lets out a sigh at the petit girl. No matter what went on, the blond could talk her into almost anything. In fact, the blond's talked her into some pretty awkward situations.

"Date was implied. You know he just wants to get in your pants. He's a boy; that's all they want. Men think with their dick, Miss."

"Whatever," the blond shrugs and waves off the taller girl. She reaches Drake and puts on the same smile she had before.

"Missy," Drake says, leaning into give her a kiss on the cheek. The girl stops him, and instead holds her hand out for a hand shake. He shakes it instead; wondering if this is some sort of sign. He shrugs it off; some girls just don't like kissing on the first date. He knew he could get her to be comfortable enough by the end. It was just going to take some time.

"Hi Drake," she says, shaking his hand. "Josh is it?" She asks, looking over at the boy next to Drake. "I'm Missy, and that's Dani. She's not exactly thrilled to be here," Missy laughs and Josh lets out a groan.

He knew this wasn't going to be a good experience; he could just feel it.

"Why don't you grab a seat and I'll order for you," Drake suggests and the blond glows.

"Hot dog please, no ketchup," she calls out and grabs the seat nearest to the female brunette.

"Do you want…food?" Josh asks awkwardly towards his date. All Dani's been doing is scowling at him, and he doesn't even know if he should leave her alone or not.

Her scowl turns into a glare. "I'm perfectly capable of ordering on my own, thanks. I'm a woman, not some sort of possession. I think I am capable of ordering my own food."

"I was just being polite-" Josh starts off but is interrupted by the brunette snapping.

"And don't look at me like that," she snaps. "I know what you're thinking, and you're not going to get anywhere pal. All you men are the fucking same," she stresses. "All just want to look up my skirt and fuck my brains out. We'll too fucking bad."

Josh's face turns pale and gulps, slightly afraid of her. He can tell she's got to be some sort of super feminist girl who's a man-hater and just got dragged along for the supposed ride. He thinks Dani might be a lesbian, but he knows better to not judge her. If he mentions some stereotype he'll probably get some giant lecture about being judgmental, or how a woman can be masculine without being gay.

Josh looks over at Drake and Missy, as she twists a lock of hair around her finger sipping on her drink. She giggles and pushes a long lock of blond hair over her shoulder. He looks at Drake and Missy, noticing how Missy's bright blond hair ends just above her butt. Josh wonders how Drake gets all the nice girls, and he gets stuck with, well, her.

"Stop staring at Missy!" The brunette snaps in a protective manner. "Don't stare at her like that. God, she can be so dense," the brunette trails off, fighting back the smile she's getting. She tried to turn her smile back into a frown and glares. "I'm here to protect her from fucking assholes like you."

"I…"

"But you don't seem the type," she smirks.

Josh sighs with relief. So this girl actually has a heart, and maybe she doesn't want to kill him. He hopes not; it really would mess up his future.

"You seem like a decent guy," she says again. "Pretty smart, yes?"

"Uh, Y-yeah. Second in my class…"

"I know who you are; you're Josh Nichols." She just shakes her head, actually grinning this time. "Missy told me you're number two in your grade. She goes to your school, you know."

"I've never seen you around," Josh says, trying to start a conversation.

"I graduated two years ago. Got bumped up in grade school; finished high school early. I go to school here."

"Oh?" Josh raises an eyebrow. "What for?"

"Yeah, major in Women and gender studies; minor in LBGTQ studies."

Josh knew he was right. She was some man-hating feminist, and after hearing the minor she chose, he's still pretty sure she might just be a lesbian.

Dani knows that look; she gets it after she tells her minor. "You don't have to be gay to take LBGTQ courses, Josh. Plenty of straight people take them. In fact, our old president of our Gay-Straight Alliance was a heterosexual female. " She chuckles," There's nothing gay about wanting to stand up for people's rights."

"But are you…?"

"Am I what? Gay? Do I like girls? I believe my sexual orientation is my own private matters. But yes, I do like females and males. I just prefer female relationships is all."

Josh doesn't know what else to say. This has got to be the weirdest date of his life. The girl he's supposedly on a date with is not only an ultra feminist man-hater, but a lesbian as well.

He wonders what this means about Missy as Dani goes on about her courses.

"How come I haven't seen you around before?" Drake asks, taking a sip of his drink. "You go to my school, you're in my grade, yet I've never seen you."

"I'm just not in any of your classes. And I don't really have any friends at school…"

"Pretty girl like you? Shy?" Drake shakes his head not being able to see her shy.

"I just don't like a lot of people, is all. Not to mention, I'm usually hiding in the music room during my free time," she laughs nervously.

Drake's eyes light up. "You play any instruments?" He asks her and a grin splits her face in half.

"I've been playing guitar since I was nine. So that's seven years then? Eight? Something like that then. I sing too, but I'm not so good."

"What do you play, I mean, who're your influences?" he asks, and he really hopes she's not that type of girl who likes the cheesy pop music with meaningless lyrics. The kind of songs that are fun, but don't last long on the music charts and end up being used in a cheesy kid show down the line.

"Green Day," she says, and he can tell she didn't need a second to think. "They're my main inspiration. It's almost pathetic how I'm obsessed with the band," she laughs. "But I play other stuff, too. I mean, I can. My best stuff I play is in that style similar to theirs, but I'm branching out. Like last summer I got completely hooked onto Mötley Crüe. But Green Day's my favorite. I don't care what anyone says; they're punk rock and the world fucking knows it."

Her enthusiasm for the band is similar to his own for the Beatles and Zero Gravity.

Missy stops talking and sees Drake's face. He has a bewildered look on his face, as if he can't believe a cutsey looking little blond was into music that didn't look at all fitting with her image.

"I know, I know," she says." A cute little girl like me can't possibly be into such music. But it's true; I am. Mosh pits aren't as glamorous as the media portrays. Especially when it's a hundred and five outside, and you're crushed in between five hundred other people. Their body odor mixes with yours to the point you can't tell who is who, and you feel like you're going to pass out the whole time. Your heaven for the minute is that rare occasion when water hits your face, like you're a fish out of water. You're on the breaking point, where that drunken guy on the side lines is trying to get towards the stage at the same time as the little girl, and you can't even move if you tried. It's like a living hell, but it's wonderful at the same time."

Drake doesn't know what to say to that. Obviously she's a pretty tough girl to have that as her fun. "Do you like the Beatles?" He asks, and that's the only question that comes to his mind.

"Well, yeah, I guess. I mean, I think they're pretty much the basic fundamentals of most bands today. Especially in rock bands."

Drake grins; he still doesn't know why he's never hung around her before. Looking down at his empty cup, he grins over at Missy. "Need a refill?"

"Yeah," she says, handing him over the cup. "Diet Dr. Fizz, please."

He sees Josh over by the concession stand, and talks to him as his drink's getting refilled.

"You set me up with a lesbian," Josh grits between his teeth.

Drake just stares.

Josh sighs, and rolls his eyes. He wonders how Drake's gotten this far.

"Meaning, she doesn't like guys."

Drake's eyes widen, and then he snickers. "Sorry about that man. Missy's fault I guess. Speaking of Missy; dude, she's awesome."

"Well lucky you," Josh replies sarcastically, and then glances over at the table. The two girls are huddled close together, giggling. Not only are they giggling, but they're extremely close to each other in ways most friends wouldn't be.

Drake doesn't notice, and grabs the drink going back over to the table. He ignores how close the girls are sitting together and hands Missy her drink back.

Josh peeks under the table and sees the two girls holding hands, and taps Drake on the shoulder, motioning for him to glance down. He does, but chooses to ignore it.

Some girls are just friendly with each other.

Drake hears Dani starting to talk to Josh about woman presidents, as Missy pushes some hair off her shoulder. She curses at the blond locks as she pushes them back from her face.

"Fucking hair," she mutters, her eyes peering down at the floor. She looks back up and lets out a laugh. "Really should cut it off," she grins.

"Why? It's pretty," Drake compliments. Missy can't tell if he's telling the truth or not. "Not many girls can get away with long hair like that."

"But I don't think Dani would really like that," she says out loud.

Drake raises an eyebrow. "Why does she matter?"

Missy tears her eyes off Drake and looks down at the floor, and then over at Josh and Dani. "Drake," she begins, motioning for him to follow her to a deserted area of the theater lobby. He follows her to the other side of the room, as she continues. "I haven't been completely honest." His heart is racing. Usually when girls want to tell him a secret it can go either way. She seems pretty rebellious, so he's thinking maybe she has some really dirty secret. Something kind of kinky; at least, he hopes it's a dirty secret. It could be anything, really.

"Dani's not my …friend. Well she is, but well. Don't get mad," She stressed and Drake doesn't know what to do."Please don't hate me," she begs and Drakes more than confused.

"Why would I?"

"Well, Dani and I are kinda, well,…together. I'm a lesbian, Drake."

Drake really doesn't know how to react.

"I just wanted to meet some friends and you're an awesome musician, and I've seen you before, and please don't hate me," she says the last bit pathetically. "I just wanted someone I could relate too and I don't have many friends at school and-"

Drake cuts her off. "So you like girls?" He asks slowly, and Missy's surprised it took him this long to put the two together.

"Yes," she admits meekly.

"Not boys?"

She shakes her head. "I'm sorry if that bothers you, I just don't like telling people too soon and-"

Drake cuts her off again and points over towards a girl in the lobby. "Ten or five?" he asks, and it's her turn to look confused.

"What?"

"Is that girl a ten or a five? I think maybe a seven. "

"Are you, are you questioning my sexual orientation?"

He stares at her blankly, not understanding.

She shakes her head. "Never mind. Some guys just don't believe that girls can be lesbians. Like, they like watching it, but the thought that a girl can't like his dick bothers them. I've had a guy tell me that sucking dick is like eating pizza; you don't know if you've never tried."

Drake just waits for her answer.

"Seven," the blond says and Drake grins. She grins back, and starts to go on about how she wishes she had more guy friends because most of her friends don't like girls.

Drake asks her what it's like, and she blushes. "I won't ask you about your sex life, if you don't ask about mine."

"Fair deal," he replies and finds it a little odd to be talking to a girl about things he usually talks to his guy friends about. But it becomes comforting after a while. She's not as judgmental as some of his guys friends are, and she's more understanding than he thought. Almost like a chick in a dude's body, yet understands everything about girls.

The dinner winds down and she sighs. "I'm sorry I have to go so soon, Drake. Curfew's soon. I'll be fucked if I'm not home in time. Keep in touch?" She asks, and Drake nods. "See you in school!" She waves, grabbing her girlfriend as they left.

"How was she?" Josh asks, still hanging around the concession stand. Drake feels a shiver race down his spine as he sees a shadow in the distance. He ignores it.

"Good. "

"Was she-?" Josh asks with a grin. "Y'know, that."

"She likes girls."

"That's what I meant. It bother you?" "It's weird, but it's not like, a problem or anything. Sure we won't be dating or anything, but she's too cool to let go of. Besides, she's a girl who knows what girls like, if you know what I mean," he adds with a smirk.

"Grow up," Josh rolls his eyes, but still smiling. Drake feels a vibration in his pocket and stares at the text message. He expects it to be from Missy, or maybe his mom or Walter. But he doesn't recognize the number, and just reads the message confused.

Turned down by a girl? Impossible.

Fun fact: the "dick is like pizza" line is an actual thing that was said to me by a guy after saying that I did not like males.

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