This is my first Drake & Josh fanfiction I ever wrote. It's posted on my site, but I thought I'd put it here as well. This story is completely written but not completely posted. In fact, I've already written up a sequel, which I will post when I finish posting this.

I don't own any of the Drake & Josh characters. I did create some characters for this fanfiction though. The song "Insensitive" is sung by Jann Arden and written by Anne Loree. No copyright infringements are intended.

"Sam," Drake said.

"What is it Drake?" Sam asked, looking at the auburn haired boy standing on her front porch.

"Look Sam," he said. "I don't think we should see each other anymore. I'm really sorry, but it just doesn't feel right to me."

"But Drake..." Sam said. She stopped and glared at him, then slammed the door in his face.

"Well," said Drake. "That could have gone worse."

Drake stood in front of Cassandra's house. This was the part of the day he dreaded most. He wanted to tell Cassandra everything. He was going to pour his heart out to her if it killed him. He heard the faint sounds of a guitar coming from an open window. He crept over and heard the familiar sound of a Jann Arden song. He heard singing. He knew it was Cassandra.

How do you cool your lips
After a summer's kiss?
How do you rid the sweat
After the body bliss?

Drake frowned. Why was she singing that song?

How do you turn your eyes
From the romantic glare?
How do you block the sound of a voice
You'd know anywhere?

Drake sighed. He leaned against the house. He just listened to her sing. Wow, she had a great voice. It made him fall for her even more. Still, what was with the song?

Oh, I really should have known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your eyes
Your casual goodbyes
By the chill in your embrace
The expression on your face
That told me maybe you might have
Some advice to give
On how to be
Insensitive

Then it hit him. He recalled Josh's voice, iDrake, you have to stop doing that. Some girl is going to come along and think you're an insensitive jerk./i She was singing about Drake.

How do you numb your skin
After the warmest touch?
How do you slow your blood
After the body rush?

She was really angry with him, and now Drake was angry with himself.

How do you free your soul
After you've found a friend?
How do you teach your heart it's a crime
To fall in love again?

Drake didn't understand though. He always felt it was a break-up song. Well, they had broken up before.

Oh, you probably won't remember me
It's probably ancient history
I'm one of the chosen few
Who went ahead and fell for you
I'm out of vogue
I'm out of touch
I fell too fast
I feel too much
I thought that you might have
Some advice to give
On how to be
Insensitive

Drake listened to her play the guitar. He didn't want to hear anymore of the song. He could tell she was upset with him. He decided it was probably the worst thing he could do to talk to her. She probably wouldn't believe him anyway. After everything that happened, he wouldn't blame her one bit.

Drake hopped into his car and drove away. He turned on the radio, trying to get that song out of his head.

Oh, I really should've known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your eyes
Your casual goodbyes
By the chill in your embrace
The expression on your face that told me
Maybe you might have some advice to give
On how to be insensitive
(How to be)
Insensitive
(How to be)
Insensitive
(How to be)

Ah! The song was haunting him. Thankfully, it just ended.

"...and now," said the dj. "...the next song is 'Since U Been Gone' by Kelly Clarkson."

This was too much. Drake hit the radio to turn on a rock station. He heard Bon Jovi's "Always" emitting from the speakers. Drake grew red in the face and forcefully shut off the radio. Wait. He turned "Always" back on. It gave him an idea. He quickly headed for home.

Cassandra put her guitar away and sighed. She pulled out a picture of her and Matt taken a few days before the accident. What would he have done in this situation? She'd been hurt bad. Had he ever felt like this?

She glanced up and realized maybe she spent too much time comparing herself to Matt. She really missed him, but the truth was, he was gone. She knew he wouldn't want her to wallow in self pity about him. She also knew he would want her to do what made her happy. The problem was, she didn't even know what would.