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. The song "Always" belongs to Bon Jovi. All other songs belong to their proper owners.No copyright infringements are intended.

Some of you wanted to know how I could update so fast. I normally write my stories completely then post them. This way, I don't leave you guys hanging if I don't get back to it and I can make changes easier. Anyway, here's the last chapter. Hope you like it!

There was lots of applause and whistling in the crowd.

"Good night everybody!" Drake yelled. He turned to his band. They all looked happy with the night. Drake hoped so much that things had worked. He began packing up when he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder. He turned to see Cassandra standing there. She looked like she had been crying. Drake was worried. Had he done that?

"Drake, can we talk?" she asked.

Drake nodded. He led her backstage, where no one would walk through. He was scared about what she would say to him. Was she going to tell him to leave her alone forever? If she did, he'd have to do it. He'd tried everything he could.

"Christopher dumped me earlier tonight," she finally said.

"Oh," said Drake.

"I was a little upset. I figured all guys everywhere are the same. Alexa convinced me to come tonight, something about making fun of an ex. I came. Then you sang that song."

"Well, that day we became friends you were wearing that Bon Jovi shirt. I figured it was worth a shot."

"Matt loved Bon Jovi. He loved that song too. I haven't listened to it since he died."

Drake realized he had hit some emotion. That's why she was crying. Why couldn't he do anything right?

"I'm sorry," he said. "I just..."

"Don't be sorry Drake," she said. "I'd forgotten how much I love that song too. I could tell you meant every word you sang too."

"Well, you did too."

"Huh?"

"I heard you at your house a couple weeks ago singing that Jann Arden song. I figured it was because of what I did."

"Yeah, it was," she said. "After the kiss and the concert you seemed so insensitive to me. I just sat and played that song. It helped with anger a bit I guess."

"I deserved it. Your song that day was true. I was insensitive. I always have been after so many girls. I've always been selfish and stupid that way. I don't want to do that anymore though," he said.

Cassandra glanced at him.

"Your song was pretty true as well," she told him.

"What?"

"'When you say your prayers, try to understand, I've made mistakes I'm just a man.' Aren't those the words? Yeah, you made some mistakes. I forgive you for the concert. As far as the kiss with Sam goes..."

"That was all Sam!" Drake defended.

"Yeah," said Cassandra. "I know. I believed you the first time. I was just worried that because she was like that, other girls would be. Then I heard her talking in the bathroom to her friend about how Drake Parker pushed her away while trying to kiss him and how unbelievable that was to her."

"So," said Drake. "Are we good?"

Cassandra smiled and leaned forward. She pressed her lips against his. Drake carefully brought his arms around her as her hands ran through his auburn hair. They broke apart and Cassandra lay her head on Drake's chest. She felt so safe in his arms.

"I'll take that as a yes," laughed Drake. He was quiet for a moment. "I wanted to ask you the night we broke up, but I want to ask you again now."

"Yeah?" Cassandra asked.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Of course Drake," she replied. A smile spread across her face. Christopher appeared to be forgotten, and she had finally realized what made her happy.

Drake smiled too. "Let me take you home," he said.

"Alright," she replied.

Drake gathered his guitar and equipment. The guys helped him pack his stuff in his car. Cassandra told Alexa to go home without her.

As the couple drove toward home the song "Insensitive" came on the radio. They laughed and switched the station. This time Clay Aiken's "This is the Night" was on. Drake didn't much care for Clay Aiken before. Though, he had to admit, the guy had a pretty good voice. The song also made a lot of sense to him that night.

He pulled up in front of Cassandra's house and walked her to her porch.

"Good night Drake," she said. "I'm glad everything has finally worked out for the better."

"Me too," replied Drake. "Good night." They kissed and she started to head inside.

"Oh, and Drake?" said Cassandra.

"Yeah?"

"Call me Cassie."