Chapter One
A/N: Ok, this is PATHETIC, so if you don't feel like reading something VERY stupid right now, DON'T READ THIS! Just a stinky story I felt like writing cuz I'm bored.
Disclaimer: Don't own Drake, Josh, Megan, Walter, Audrey, etc.
Drake: Midnightwriter1898 better not own us! We'd be crazy!
Josh: I know, I can only imagine how she's going to make Megan!
Drake: Don't scare me like that.
Josh: Yeah, you might have a heart-attack or something like that.
Drake: No! My heart might stop!
Josh: Okay…
Drake Parker walked in the room he shared with his step-brother, Josh Nichols, and tossed his jacket into the
Drake: Uhh, let me think, where would I throw my jacket?
floor.
"Hey, Drake, what –"
Drake: Girl did I go out with today?
Josh: No! You MORON!
"did you do this time?" Josh asked from
Drake: (and his smartness) Uhh… his "special" germy bed?
Josh: Hey! My bed does not have "germs"!
Drake: Whatever, man.
the corner of his room, where he sat at his desk.
"Nothing. Me and –"
Drake: Okay, let me think, which girl was it this time… Nichole, Brittney, Morgan, Jessica, Jade, Jasmine, Hannah, Iris, Ursula, Ariel… (list goes on FOREVER & a day)
"uhh… the girl went to see a movie."
"You went out with a girl, and you don't even know –"
Drake: Wait a minute; I've almost remembered her name…
"her name?"
"I guess so." Drake replied, picking up a bag
Drake: Filled with all my toenail clippings? And hair cuts?
of cheese puffs and sitting down on his bed.
Everyone reading this: Umm… ok… I'm just going to… uhh… RUN!
"Aren't you supposed to be–"
Drake: Hang on, I might be able to guess this one… dating? Oh yeah, that reminds me, I've got a date in 10 seconds!
"doing your homework?" Josh questioned.
"Who does homework?" Drake laughed
Josh: Not you!
"I know who does homework! Kids who care about their grades, which obviously does not –"
Drake: Mean me?
"include you!"
Drake: Must you insult me where people will see it?
"Whatever man. I'm leaving." Drake picked up his
Josh: 'Stupid bag' he bought from Megan?
jacket again and walking out of the room.
A/N: See, what did I say? It's pathetic & pointless. I just felt like being stupid (apparently VERY stupid). Sry! I can't help the evilness in me! lol. Flames will be used to burn my dad's 101 guitars.
