Disclaimer: I don't own Drake and Josh, but I do own the original character of Jesse.

A/N: Rated M for later chapters of yaoi, possible vocabulary, and whatnot. Note, Josh is depicted as in current episodes (skinny, cropped hair and all that).

Meet Me

Saturday 9:45am

Drake tossed and turned in bed, trying to stay asleep…or at least fall back into it. He couldn't stand it anymore - he wanted Jesse. Maybe if he saw him again, he could do something to get him to be his boyfriend. All night he thought up ideas, excuses, the works.

Drake got out of bed and went over to the closet. He searched mindlessly through the contents and pulled out a pair of jeans, a black shirt, black and white striped hoody, and black Adios. He threw the clothes on his bed and went to the bathroom.

Before leaving the room, he turned around in confusion, noticing that Josh's bed was empty.

'Oh yeah, he went to Craig and Eric's house.', he thought.

He left the room and entered the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. Turning the shower knob counter-clockwise, the hot water began pouring from the shower head.

Removing his shirt, plaid pants, and boxers, he stepped into the shower and shut the door. The water hit his head and ran down his body. His hair now soaked, and the color made darker by the moisture. About ten minutes later, he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist.

He walked down the empty hallway and went back into his room. He removed the towel from his waist and dried his hair with it. He walked across the room to his drawer and pulled out a clean pair of red plaid boxers. Pulling them on, he was about to grab his pair of jeans when his cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me.", a familiar voice replied on the other end.

"Jesse?", Drake asked.

"Mhm. Are you doing anything today?"

"Uh…no, why?"

"Meet me at the Gallery Game store in ten minutes."

"Ok, bye."

Drake smiled and quickly pulled on his pants, shirt, and hoody and ran out of his room. The door opened again as he ran back in and grabbed his boots from behind the couch and pulled them on.

He ran downstairs and grabbed the keys off the counter and walked outside, locking the door and running to his car. He hopped over the door, not bothering to open it, started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

Jesse was looking up and down the shelves at video games. He pulled one of the rack and read the description on the back.

"You take on the role of Ren Steele, secret agent.", he read aloud, "Overrated. Unoriginal. Typical."

He put it back and continued looking. He browsed through the shelves at least three times each before checking his watch. 10:05am. Drake should be there any minute.

Jesse sighed, "Can't find any quality games anymore."

He walked out of the store and got in his car. Shutting the door, he leaned back in the seat and waited for Drake. He looked in the rear view mirror, and Drake pulled up to the store.

Jesse slammed the horn and swung his hand out the window to get Drake's attention. He pulled up next to Jesse's car and smiled at him.

"What are you so happy about?", Jesse laughed.

"Nothing."

"What did you want?", Drake asked.

"I don't know. I forgot."

Drake laughed, "Well, think about it."

"Wanna go to the mall?"

"Yeah!", Drake exclaimed.

"Good. I'll run home quickly and pick you up at your house."

"Why? I'm already here."

"It's a surprise.", Jesse said, suspiciously.

"Okay then.", Drake laughed.

Jesse backed up and sped out of the near empty parking lot. Drake smiled and drove back home.
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Drake paced back and forth in the living room. He sighed and plopped down onto the couch. He kept looking at the clock every few seconds.

"What's taking him so long?", Drake said aloud.

Suddenly, he heard a minorly high pitched beeping. He grabbed the house keys and practically ran out of the house. Locking the door, he walked over to the sidewalk and faced a man on a red Triumph Daytona 600 motorcycle.

The man, dressed in a black leather bike suit pulled off the black helmet, revealing familiar blonde hair with light brown streaks.

"Jesse?!", Drake gasped. His eyes wide open with disbelief, and looked at him, the motorcycle, then him again.

Jesse flipped his hair, getting it out of his eyes and took a deep breath.

"You like it?"

"This is yours?!"

"You know it."

"Oh my God. It's awesome."

"Glad you like it. Get on."

Jesse handed him the same colored helmet that was hanging from the left handle.

"There's not much room…", Drake frowned.

"Sure there is. All you have to do is lean against me and hold on.", Jesse winked.

Drake laughed and sat on the bike behind Jesse. He pulled the helmet on and wrapped his arms around Jesse's waist.

"These helmets have communication microphones in them, so no matter what outside noise there is, I can hear you and you'll be able to hear me easily."

"Okay."

"You ready?"

"Yeah."

"Whatever you do, don't let go."

'I wouldn't dream of it.', Drake thought.

Jesse revved the engine and leaned back, bringing the bike up on the back wheel. He started a burnout and sped down the street. Jesse turned on the intersection downtown and got on the highway. He picked up speed, the wind hitting him and Drake.

Drake rested his helmet covered head on Jesse's back and fantasized Jesse's hair blowing in the fierce wind. He wanted this moment to last forever. Jesse looked in the side mirror and saw Drake lean his head on him. Jesse couldn't help but smile.

'I'll make it today. Today, I'll tell him.', Jesse thought.

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