Chapter 3

Let's see how far we've come.

-Matchbox Twenty

As Drake passed through the kitchen, he realized how hungry he was. He thought about raiding the fridge, but he already knew that there was nothing in there that he could scarf down quickly. It all had to be cooked.

An idea popped up in the form of a light bulb. He could get Josh to make him some brownies. Another thing he loved about Josh; his strangely delicious fudgy-boos. Josh hated when Drake called them that, but he didn't care. Josh shouldn't care either. Brownies that good could be called 'Sweaty-boos', and people would still eat them as if their lives depended on it.

Now all he had to do was find a way to persuade Josh into making them for him…

Another idea: He could trade. Josh obviously wanted something from him, since he called him all the way up to the room through Megan. He could offer his services as long as Josh got his butt in the kitchen.

Drake realized that he had stopped dead in the middle of the kitchen. He was about to walk out when he spotted the fruit basket on the island counter. He snatched an apple for Josh, and made his way through the door and up the stairs. He thought about if he really loved Josh. But more importantly, if Josh felt the same way. Drake thought about the odds of that, and realized they were slim to none. As far as Drake was concerned, Josh was straight. He did go out with Mindy. Even if there wasn't a difference in physical appearance between her and the average male.

Drake sighed. He was thinking about forgetting the whole thing. Stuffing his feelings away about this, like he did everything else. He was getting better at doing that. He was still pretty broken up after Josh had been "done" with him, but he didn't want Josh to know, because he apologized, and he seemed to mean it, Drake didn't want Josh's life to be any harder than he was making it by just being himself.

Drake decided then, as he was on the stairs, that he wouldn't say anything to Josh about how he felt; then he was at the door. He glanced down at the apple he had grabbed for Josh, and scolded himself; the apple was half eaten. Drake had been eating without even realizing it.

"Josh will understand." He thought out loud, and he reached or the door knob. He hesitated a few centimeters away from the faded and scratched brass knob. Drake heard a voice from inside, and it wasn't Josh's. It couldn't have been the T.V.; Drake spilled Mocha Cola on that last week.

He guessed it had to have been Mindy. He listened harder to catch more of the conversation, but it was silent. Drake thought about them kissing; or rather, Mindy's disgusting tongue in his Joshy's mouth, and made a face. He resolved to bust up in their room, and break up the spit swap.

Drake slammed open the door.

"Hey Josh, wha—"

Wait.

That isn't Mindy on the couch with Josh.

That isn't a girl, either.

And they had just been kissing.

There was a thud as the half eaten apple in Drake's hand fell to the floor.

And look, there's Drake's broken heart right next to it.