Title: Learning To love.

Chapter Title: Broken Home

Author: Moggeth (me)

Rating: T, may change though

Part: 1/??

Genre: Romance/Drama

Summary: Due to Drake's past, he has given up on love. Can anyone change his mind? Not a Mary-Sue (I think anyway.) slightly AU and maybe OOC-ness.

Disclaimer: I do not own Drake and Josh. Nickelodeon owns them. If you choose to sue me, all you will get is some Orlando Bloom posters, a plastic sword, and a cat that pees everywhere. Is it really worth the hassle?

Author's notes: This is based on the poem 'Sick Equation' by Brian Patten. He owns that himself, sadly, it is again, not mine. My first story in the D&J fandom.

Feedback: please please yes, feed the starving author!!!


But at home sweet home, that sum was open to dispute -

In that raw cocoon of parental hate is where

I learned that one and one stayed one.

- Brain Patten, 'The Sick Equation'


"You inconsiderate bastard! I hate you and wish I'd never set eyes on you!"

"Oh Yeah, well I wish I'd never set eyes on you either, you worthless slut!"

Ten year old Drake Parker sighed. His parents were at it again. With four year old Megan in the next room as well. It was always like this in their house, other kids went home to a mom that baked cookies, and a dad that went to work in a suit and read the morning paper. Other kids, not Drake though. His mom Audrey worked double shifts at the local mini-mart, on top of sometimes doing nights at the garage around the corner, and cleaning the house. His dad was unemployed. Or rather he was 'looking for the right job that would suit him.' Yeah right! Do while his mom worked all hours of the day and night) his dad slouched in a chair and watched TV all day. That was life.

This was what the argument was about this time. If it wasn't about money, it was about how Drake failed his geography test, or how someone forgot to take Megan to kindergarten last week. It seemed to Drake that whatever the situation, his parents would always find something to row about, however small.

"Dwake," a small voice said. He turned in his chair to find a sleepy looking Megan clutching a rag doll and rubbing her eyes. "Why are mommy and daddy yelling?"

Drake sighed again. It was always him who explained to her why her mommy and daddy talked very loudly and hurt each other. "I don't know sweetie," he said gently, "but how about you sleep in here tonight, I'll tell you a story?"

"mmmkay," Megan mumbled, climbing onto Drake's 'Star Wars' print duvet and snuggling into the pillows. Drake put his pen down and closed his history book, (he'd finish it tomorrow,) settling himself onto the bottom of the bed and looking at his little sister. "Okay Meg's, which one do you want tonight?"

"Dragons!"

"Right, if it's dragons you want then it's dragons you'll get…"

And hours later, when the sound of yelling and cursing had died down, and brother and sister were curled up on the bed, Drake's only thought was this, 'I'll never be like them, that will never be me. I'll never fall in love. Never.'


Sorry that was so short, just seeing if people like me D please, please review, and I'll write more.

9 days till Xmas, woo!