A/N: I am so sorry this update took so long. I meant to update twice a week. Please, enjoy the next few installments.

Drake has a talk with Megan.

Drake & Josh are owned by Nickelodeon

This is a work of fiction written without profit to the author. J

You're the only one who
Drags me kicking and screaming through fast dreams
You're the only one who
Knows exactly what I mean

I hope you can forgive me for that time
When I put my hand between your legs
And said it was small
Cuz its really not at all
I guess there's just a part of me that likes to bring you down
Just to keep you around
Cuz the day that you realize how amazing you are
You're gonna leave me

"You're the only one" Maria Mena

Drake entered the house exhausted and hungry. He immediately turned his phone off. If the girls want to whine about getting ditched, I don't want to hear it.

"Whaa?" Drake jumped back seeing Megan contorting herself on the living room floor.

"What's wrong with you? " The young girl stretched in a graceful pose.

"I uh," Drake swiveled his head around to find his sister's face, "I didn't know you liked yoga."

"I love yoga. It calms my soul and helps me think." Megan took a deep breath and crinkled her nose. "Ug, you're boobin up the air in here."

Drake was lost wondering how Megan could bend her body like that.

"Scram!" She yelped.

Drake retreated to the kitchen, "alright, alright." Crazy. His stomach growled violently. Lazily rummaging through the refrigerator, Drake stumbled upon a tube of oven-bake cinnamon rolls.

"Jackpot." Drake tossed the container on the counter and opened the oven. He removed a cookie sheet to the kitchen island. How did Josh make these, again? Years ago Josh had baked them similar treats. Drake remembered the night fondly. Melting icing, hot sugar cookies, and tall glasses of Dr. Fizz. It hadn't been difficult back then. But Josh had done all the work that time, and now Drake wasn't even sure how to open the package.

Drake turned the tube over and over in his hands looking for instructions. A small arrow near one of the ends hinted that the tube should be peeled apart. Gripping the paper with his thumb and forefinger, Drake unwrapped the cardboard. He managed to successfully pull the label from the package, but failed to break the vacuum seal. What the hell? Drake slammed the tube onto the counter, frustrated.

Pffft.

The tube popped and dough started to ooze from the can. "Gross." Drake poked at the beige semi-solid. This is better than a bowl of freshly cracked eggs. The mushy dough entertained him for a bit.

After its novelty wore off, Drake took the can by both ends and twisted as hard as he could. The dough squished through the cardboard strips and flopped onto the baking sheet. That does not look like a cinnabun. Drake stood the dough on its flat end as best he could. Then, placing his palm on the towering mush, he pressed it down. Looking it over, Drake shrugged, "meh." Drake returned the baking sheet to the oven rack.

Too hungry to wait for the sweet smells of hot cinnamon rolls, Drake opened the pantry for a quick snack. A box of fruity nut bars caught his eye. Awesome. Pulling out the box, he gave the box a hard shake. It rattled. Score. Drake dumped two bars into his hand. Opening the first bar, Drake glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly 4:00. Bored.

He bounced into the family room to watch some TV. "Up, little girl." Drake attempted a couch take-over.

Megan sighed, amused.

"Look, Megan, I'm your older brother and what I want, I get. I want the couch so give it." Drake harrumphed.

Megan smiled sweetly. "You can watch with me."

Drake sat at the very edge of the couch only to spring back up immediately. "Wait!" Spinning in circles and franticly chasing his tail, Drake accused his sister of her usual treachery. "What's on me? What did you do to the sofa?" Drake stopped and glared at his sister, "Demon child."

Megan crossed her arms and continued smiling. "I didn't do anything, Crazy."

Untrusting, Drake slowly lowered his body to the cushions. "Why not?"

She was smug, "There's a Chloe 101 and Susannah Louisiana marathon."

"Ew." But Drake fished out the last granola bar from his pocket and turned his attention to the TV.

"Why are you even here?" Megan questioned, her eyes glued on Chloe and her roommates.

"What do you mean?"

Megan sniffed. "Shouldn't you be at the Premiere, giving me a few hours of peace?"

Drake shrugged, "I guess." He went silent for a moment, eating his granola. Then, "Remember when Josh wouldn't talk to me Junior year?"

"Mhmm." Megan's eyes did not leave the screen. "When he found out that life without you was beneficial to him."

Drake glared at her again. "Yes. That would be the time."

Megan sighed heavily. "What about it?"

"College is going to be a lot like that, right?" Drake looked scared, sucking on his bottom lip. "Josh is going to find independence again."

Frowning, Megan nodded. "Probably. But he won't ignore you like last year. He was upset."

"I don't know." Drake sat forward. "I've been thinking about this a lot. I think he is going to find a group of nerds to hang out with and he will realize I just bring him down. He's my only real friend. I don't want to lose him."

Megan didn't know how to comfort her brother. "It'll all work out, Drake."

Their dialogue settled into an uncomfortable silence broken only by Megan's light laughter at the television show in front of them. Drake fell asleep easily next to his sister believing she would not bother him.

Josh returned before Drake woke up.