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Author Notes: Wow, you guys are so wonderful! The reviews have been overwhelming! Thank you so much! Again, much thanks to tomisaqt for beta reading it!

A thick silence was in the room, and Josh hated it. After Drake's rambling confessions in the car, and cryptic last words, he had fallen silent. Nothing would make Drake break his vow of silence, either. If Josh asked a question, he had to pry it out of Drake. He hadn't even protested when Josh went through his bag to find where exactly his Epipen was located.

It was right where Drake had said it was going to be, along with the medic alert bracelet. Josh could see how it would be too big, and figured he could take a few links out so it would fit. He brought the idea up to Drake, and was only met with a half shrug.

It had scared Josh that he had never known his brother was allergic to bees. Allergic to the point where he needed an Epipen. If Drake had gotten stung, Josh wouldn’t have known what to do. It was a frightening aspect. Josh sighed, and decided to ask the question that had been bothering him since Drake admitted to it.

He had to set it up so Drake would feel comfortable talking to him. Josh ventured to the kitchen, piled up a plate of cookies, grabbed some milk, and brought them upstairs. Hopefully, Drake would react like Josh did when someone wanted to talk. Give him a cookie, and he spilled his guts.

"Drake," He began quietly once they were both in front of the plate. "Please, talk to me. Tell me about the Advil." Silence filled the room, and Josh was about to ask him again.

"It's a long unimportant story; you can't overdose on Advil anyway." Drake's too small voice answered.

"It is important. It's important to me. I need to know why you would do that." Josh's voice squeaked a little in distress.

"I was ten; it was a long time ago." Drake picked up one of the cookies; he held it but made no move to eat it.

"You'e the one who brought it up," Josh pointed out gently.

"It was when my parents were getting divorced. My dad and his friend were talking, and my dad said it was because of the kids." Drake mumbled.

"Oh Drake, I'm sure he-"

"He had meant it; they stayed together because of the kids. Meaning me; Megan hadn't been born yet. She doesn't emember dad at all. I acted before thinking, like I always do," Drake replied self-depreciatingly.

"Hey Drake, no you don't," Josh cut in

"I went upstairs, and got the Advil bottle. I thought it would work. I thought if I was gone, my parents would be happy again."

"Oh man, Drake," Josh groaned

"I know, it was stupid of me." Drake' voice was tiny, and ashamed.

"You just wanted your parents to be happy, but that would have hurt them so bad."

" know."

"Did you ever think about it again?" Josh questioned suddenly.

"Being dead?" Drake asked.

"Um, yeah." Josh held his breath, this could be very bad.

"No." Drake replied flatly. "All that was was a momentary lapse of stupidity from a child. I know better now. You probably don't believe that."

"I believe you." Josh said in surprise.

He already knew why Drake would think he wouldn't believe him. He had been sorry, and he didn't believe him then. He was sorry now, why would he believe him. Josh began to wrack his brain on how to fix this major screw up of his. The cookies didn't work like he had wanted them too, but at least he got Drake to talk a little bit.

"I'm glad you wouldn't do that." Josh said weakly, after they had sat in silence.

"Yeah, well you can't overdose on Advil anyway."