* * * [Their bedroom] * * *

As soon as they entered the door into their room, Drake appeared a lot healthier and even did a little dance repeating "Finally. Finally. Finally" over and over again till he felt a wave of dizziness and stopped.

Josh gave him a confused look. "Are you…not sick… at all? I don't understand," he said and placed the stuff on their little table in front of the TV.

Drake gave him one of his best smiles and admitted, "Naah, I am sick. At least it feels like this. But not that bad. As long as I appear sick to Mom, she won't send me to school and I can sleep as long as I want to. That's just peachy!"

"Uh hu…," was Josh's lame response when he settled in on their couch.

Suddenly the door flew open and their little sister came in.

"You! Why does Mom believe you? That's unfair!", she pouted and gave him a nasty look.

"Hehh'KSHHhh" Her brother sneezed freely over his shoulder, climbing into his loft bed.

"Possibly because I ab sigck for real?" he offered and slipped under his covers.

"Eww, gross. But how is that?" Megan asked perplexed, "You can't sneeze on command, can you?"

"Who says I can't," Drake replied, his grin even bigger, "I don't know, but since this morning my nose just won't stop tickli…ihh….Iii'Kshh-uhh. See?"

He sniffed wetly and rubbed vigorously at his reddening nose.

"But, that's not possible! I mean, I just let Jules sneeze on your pillow to make you feel bad, not to actually get you sick," Megan muttered confused.

"You did what?" both brothers shrieked and scrunched up their faces in disgust.

"You're not serious, are you?" Josh asked and Megan's face lit up.

"Yeah, I am. Look at him, isn't this enough to proof?"

She pointed at Drake, which nose was twitching involuntary.

"Ha ha. Very funny," he answered before bending at the waist with the force of the sneeze.

"Hhh'ehKT'shhh"

When he took a look at his hands where the most of the mist hit him, he moaned and scanned the room for something to wipe them. In the meantime Megan squaked, "See ya boobs" and disappeared.

"Here, take these," Josh handed him the box of tissues that was standing on the little table.

"Uh…thaggs," he responded, plugged a few tissues out and cleaned up.

After he gave his nose a wet blow he tested breathing through it, but with no big success.

"This beast," he growled and launched into a hacking cough. Josh gave him a sympathetic look and asked him if he wanted some tea for his throat.

"Uh, fuck it," Drake sweared when he recovered and rested his head on the pillow.

"Feel better," Josh said and grabbed a book from the table.