Disclaimer- this story was almost complete when I realized that Meagan and Drake were siblings. The first episode I ever saw of Drake and Josh was the one where Meagan's friend is stalking Drake and for some strange reason I got the impression Drake was her step-brother not her real brother. This story is really fucked up and contains adult themes. I'm re-writing the show a bit and in this story Meagan is Josh's sister. If you don't like it you don't have to read it or you can flame me and burn my story. I don't care, it's just something I wanted to write from the first time I saw it. You have been warned. It's from Meagan's point of view. Also I couldn't find their ages so I'm making Drake and Meagan four years apart.
I Meagan Katherine Nichols is sitting in an uncomfortable chair while five people I don't even know surround me and try to make me look as beautiful as possible. It is oscar night and I am nominated for best actress for my portrayal of a girl who falls in love with the wrong guy and becomes broken. Boy does that hit the nail on the head. I've fallen in love with the wrong person and broken myself along the way. Nobody knows that though. I'm eighteen and I have accomplished a lot in my career in the past year and a half. I should be proud of myself, but I'm not because I haven't liked myself for a long time. I feel like a glass doll that people can dress up and play with, but when nobody's looking I feel like I'm going to break again.
The five people are pulling my hair, doing my make-up, and a lot of other things trying to make me look as beautiful as possible. They can do anything they want to me, but I will still feel and look ugly in my own eyes. My agent Rachel Lewis is walking back and forth behind me talking into a cell phone. I don't think she's come up for air in over an hour. I just sit here and stare into the mirror with a solemn expression on my face. I just keep staring at myself hating the person I see. If nobody was around I would probably punch the glass and watch as it fell to the floor. That's what I've been doing for two years now. That's why she has to make sure there's no mirrors wherever I stay so I won't break them. There was nothing she could do about this mirror, but she knows I won't break it because people are around. She doesn't know or really care why I break them, she just doesn't want me to have any more cuts on my hand in photo shoots and I can be the beautiful, strong, exotic person the whole world thinks I am. If they know the truth about me it would be a gossip reporter's field day, but nobody knows what happened except for me and one other person. Drake Jason Parker.