Drake and Josh Fan Fiction Challenge
Challenge #2
Must contain: (combining three elements from three
out of four challenge ideas) (from overmyshoulder/smallboxes)
I didn't want to write two AngstyDrake challenges in a row,
but considering that I'm using the Josh is Done history, I want
to keep it all in its AngstyGoodness.
I promise a happier story for Challenge #3.
Josh-centric story:
red, bouncing ball, and hair
Drake-centric story:
orange, engine, and silky top
Begin a story with this sentence:
It was a perfectly normal day until Drake got that idea in his head.
Drake is Done
It was a perfectly normal day until Drake got that idea in his head. Josh wanted to leave early
because the both of them had a difficult chemistry test. Mr. Roland more of a tyrant than Mrs.
Hafer. Drake wanted to play ping-pong, they always made it fun, doing the Kung-Fu voices from
the martial arts movies, even if Josh had to play with the bad paddle. Drake got sidetracked when
Kat, a typical hot girl of Belleview High called him up on the phone before school wanting to make
out with him to test drive her new cherry red lip gloss.
It set of a firestorm of events that neither boy was prepared for. Here it was two weeks later and
Josh still wasn't talking to him, even after embarrassing himself in class. Josh didn't need him, Josh
could live just fine without him, but Drake was so sorry. The boy who didn't want the popular
cliquey kids to know that Josh was the equipment manager for the football team was able to stand in
front of the whole class after an equally embarrassing chemical shower because mumble mouth
Clayton who made Eric and Craig look like popular sorts couldn't help him with their chemistry lab
assignment. He was dripping wet, there was no towel, just the voice of a young man pleading to his
brother's forgiveness while the "whole world" watched. He was going to the butt of the jokes, the
gossip around the cafeteria line, his reputation of cool was exposed as the hoax it was, but Drake
didn't care, he just wanted Josh back in his life.
Drake couldn't play his guitar. All of the notes sounded flat. He didn't care if Megan killed all the
insects with them.
He heard the noise of a car engine outside and forced himself off the sofa to investigate.
Josh was in the car with Craig and Eric. They were all becoming
buddy-buddy lately even before this whole mess started, Drake was not needed.
Maybe he never was.
Instead of Drake feeling sorry for Josh, it was Josh who felt sorry for him.
Josh was really the cool guy and Drake was just a fraud in better package.
Walter and Audrey knew they couldn't force them into talking.
Apparently, Josh didn't want Drake in his life anymore.
Drake tried to remember when Josh was the fourth grade goob who stuck olives up his nose to get
his and the rest of the cool kids attention.
He remembered when Walter and Josh were part of the family and how he resisted so much. Josh
Nichols? The nerdy overweight kid who wore a dress when writing the Miss Nancy column?
Then he turned out to be the best brother a guy could have and Drake blew it.
Now, Josh was popular and Drake was not.
Not after the chemistry class breakdown. No one wanted to be seen with him. Not one person.
Even his band mates were trying to shove him out of the band that he started!
Talk about a revolution.
Drake went back to the sofa when he heard Josh come up the stairs. There were no words as he
pretended to be interested in the rotating can opener in a cable informercial.
No, Josh Nichols was changing into his athletic clothes to play racquetball with Helen.
Who wasn't letting him take part in any free movies or candy or allowing him to partake in crazy
money making schemes in the Premiere's lobby.
No more free movies and candy at the Premiere for Drake. He had to pay eleven dollars for tickets
like everyone else. And as Eric smugly noted the snacks would cost him extra. What in the fuck? He
was Drake Parker for God's sake. He had perfect hair.
Now, Josh's rash had gone away and he was stuck with a mound of zits on his cheek.
He could do his homework. Prove every teacher in that place wrong and make it his best academic
year ever, but he was Drake, he hated exerting energy on things he really had no interest in.
He wanted to play his music, make out with girls who were hesitant at first in the act of taking their
silky tops off in the backseat of his car, but most importantly he wanted Josh back.
He just wanted his brother back.
He missed him. He loved him. He said he was sorry.
"Josh! Drake turned around, "Josh! You can't ignore me forever. We're brothers. I said I was
sorry."
"I heard you and I choose not to accept it. Like I told you, Drake, I'm done with you."
He said it like he had it rehearsed in his head for a very long time.
How come Josh couldn't accept the first apology and the opportunity to play on Treehouse
Robbie's sit and bounce?
You can't be unhappy if you are hopping around on the whiny neighbor kid's stolen bouncing ball.
Drake got up and went to the mini refrigerator to take out a Mocha Cola.
He knew what he had to do.
Later:
Drake thought he couldn't possibly cry anymore as he sat on the hamper in the locked bathroom.
Then he thought it'd be cruel to leave the door locked.
He wasn't the imbecile that the grown-ups thought he was and he wasn't the shallow fool the
popular kid's thought he was until the chemistry class incident.
Walter and Audrey thought he was an aimless kid who needed direction to live a full and rewarding
life.
Megan thought he was useless and didn't want to play ping-pong with him and Josh had no use for
him because he was done and wanted to live the good life.
Apparently that couldn't be done with his brother by his side.
He opened up the clear amber colored plastic bottle and saw the of mass orange pills smile back at
him.
There was no note as he decided what he had to do to end this pain once and for all.
Drake Parker was done.
THE END