It was a dream?. . .It was a DREAM! Drake leaped out of bed and headed for the stairs. "Megan!"
He hit the living room floor. No boxes. He glance toward the couch. "Josh!" he screeched, his smile uncontrollable. "You're ALIVE!" He ran full pelt toward his brother.
Josh saw him coming and screamed out in terror. His bowl of popcorn flipped in the air as Drake landed on the couch. Drake wrapped his arms around Josh and squeezed, real hard.
"Drake!" Josh gasped. "You're crushing me...crushing!"
Megan walked by the two and rolled her eyes. When she was out of sight she smiled to herself.
"Drake, still...crushing!"
"Oh, sorry dude!" Drake let go and suddenly went off on a tangent, rambling about his horrifing dream.
"You hit it big time with the commercial and then the bodyguards came and you left me and the police kicked me out and I rode my bike to LA to your mansion and the bodyguards threatened my life and I saw you withgirls and then I saw Oprah and she was about to appoint you her show assistant (Josh gasped at this) and then you fell over dead and they kicked me out and you didn't leave me any money!" Drake spouted in one breath.
Josh stared.
Drake sniffed.
Then they both broke out in hysterical laughter.
"Mansion!" Josh laughed.
"Oprah!" Drake snorted.
"Bodyguards!"
"Girls!"
Josh shot Drake a look.
"Sorry, dude, but not even inmy dreams!" Drake chuckled.
Josh sighed.
"So are we cool?" Drake asked.
"Yeah, we're cool. But you at least tried to save me, right?"
"Uh...yeah. I hate to admit it but, yeah. Look, you desrve this opportunity. I shouldn't have been so greedy. Just don't buy a mansion and leave me here to rot, got it? At least buy me a crossfire, will ya?"
"Sure, what the heck!"
A/N: Sooooo? What didyou think? One more chapter to go...you can do it!