Disclaimer: I don't own anything about or relating to "Drake & Josh." If I did, would I be writing this fanfiction?

What happens when Josh tries to ask Drake about the kiss? Read on. Oh, and the chapters might seem a bit short. I don't know if they do to anyone, but my intention was not to make this a large twenty to thirty chapter fanfiction...I'm kind of experimenting with the slash category since I haven't tried it yet.

Josh got home from his shift at the Premiere and headed straight to the bedroom he shared with Drake. He found Drake staring longingly at the guitar he couldn't play until his arm wasn't sore anymore. Josh smiled at this. He looked so cute when he wanted something. Josh stopped. What was that? He shook his head. No. He was just freaking out because of everything that had happened. Josh was sure after he talked to Drake that he would forget all about what happened.

"Hey," said Josh.

Drake let out a miserable sigh. He really wanted to play that guitar.

"I ran into Katie at the Premiere. She asked if you were okay."

Drake sighed again, this time because he couldn't go out with girls.

"Would you quit with the sighing? It's not like your life is over. You'll be able to go out again soon and play your guitar again a little after that."

"I know," Drake sighed again. "I just miss them both so much."

"Did you by any chance take your pain pills today?"

"No," said Drake. "I didn't think I needed them."

"Oh," said Josh, realizing that Drake's behavior really was just Drake being Drake and that the pain medication had nothing to do with it. "Well," said Josh. "Just checking because you do some crazy things under that stuff."

"Oh, really?" asked Drake.

"Yeah, don't you remember last night?"

"What about last night?"

"I think you know."

"Know what?"

Drake either didn't have a clue or was trying very hard to not remember. Josh couldn't deal with not knowing, though.

"You kissed me."

"What?" asked Drake.

"Maybe it was the painkiller that was controlling your brain, but you kissed me."

Drake burst into laughter at the look on Josh's face.

"Really," said Drake. "Me kiss you? Yeah, right."

"You did it before."

"That's because I was trying to shut you up so I could continue impressing Michelle. You didn't even like that."

"No..." Josh had even sprayed cleaner on his face after that, so what was the difference? That the kiss Drake gave him last night was possibly out of love? Josh needed to know. "It did happen. You don't remember?"

"No," said Drake. "If I did, wow, that stuff must really make me insane. I'm glad I didn't need it today. Hopefully I won't need it tomorrow either."

"How do you not remember kissing someone, especially a guy, even when under medication?"

"I don't know. I don't remember at all. In fact, all I have is your word that I did it. I know you don't lie, but I have to wonder if it was a just dream you had. I mean, I think you're right. I probably would remember kissing a guy. Especially my brother."

"Yeah," said Josh. He frowned. "It just seemed pretty real."

"Well, sorry," said Drake. "But I don't remember anything like that happening."

"Are you positive you don't remember anything like that? I mean, I handed you a pillow, and you started complimenting me. First it was how great a guy I was. Then you said I was cute."

Drake stared at Josh as though he had just grown an extra head.

"Yeah," said Drake. "I really don't remember any of that at all."

"You don't?" asked Josh.

"No. Are you sure you didn't take any of my pain medicine?"

"Yes," said Josh, growing irritated. "I was just wondering. I mean, it was kind of odd." Josh didn't want to say "strange" or "weird" because it wasn't. It wasn't exactly odd either, but he had no idea what to say about it. And besides, Drake didn't remember.

"Hey," said Drake. "I'm going downstairs to get some ice cream. Mom told Megan to be nice, so I can get her to dish it up for me. Do you want some?"

"Uh, no," said Josh. He needed a moment to himself. "Hope she doesn't do anything to it."

"All right, thanks," said Drake. "See you later." He left the room leaving Josh to ponder what had just happened.

Josh sighed. Drake didn't remember? For some reason, that made Josh's heart sink. He sat down on his bed. Why did he feel this bad because Drake didn't remember? Maybe he had been right. Maybe Josh had been dreaming, but it seemed real. He couldn't have been dreaming, could he? No. It definitely wasn't a dream. That meant that Drake didn't remember.

Josh didn't know why, but that hurt him. Drake had shared something with him that was supposed to be meaningful, and he couldn't remember it? Wait. It hadn't been meaningful. They weren't gay. So why did Josh feel terrible?

If Drake didn't remember the kiss, did that mean it meant nothing to him? Why did Josh care about that? If it meant nothing to Drake, then it shouldn't mean anything to Josh. Or at least, that's how it should work in Josh's mind.

Josh struggled with his thoughts now. He couldn't like Drake. He just couldn't. He loved Mindy, his girlfriend. Drake liked girls. That was apparent. No, the kiss meant nothing to either of them. Then why did Josh feel bad that Drake had said he couldn't remember?

Josh rubbed his eyes. This whole ordeal was making him tired. He felt himself wipe tears. Why was he crying? Because Drake couldn't remember? No. That couldn't be it. Why, though? Josh sighed. It wasn't possible.

Josh sighed again. He just couldn't figure this out. His head was mixed up and everything appeared fuzzy and cloudy at the moment.