So, this story isn't really new. It's already been posted on LJ up to chapter 4. It was origonally going to be only an LJ fanfic, but I decided to put it on here also. Once I get a little feedback/reviews, I'll post the next chapters. This way, it won't seemed too rushed.

Don't Call Me Daddy

Drake Parker was never the responsible type. He could never keep track of another living thing. Take for instance his first pet, Waldo the fish, who died when Drake put Kool-Aid mix into his fish tank, because Waldo "was thirsty." The said fish died fifteen minutes later.

Everyone in Drakes kindergarten class had the chance to take home the class pet,Shelly the turtle. The teacher would write the names of every boy or girl in the class who hasn't taken home Shelly, and put their names in a hat. The kid's name chosen was to take home Shelly for the weekend, it was a method to teach the class responsibility.

When Drake came back to school on Monday after his turn, Shelly the turtle was no longer in his tank. The teacher asked why, and Drake replied that the small creature simply "ran away." After that, the teacher stopped letting kids take home class pets, and simply tried to teach them responsibility by taking home a teddy bear. Drake found Shelly a week later under his bed, living off of old vegetables.

Drake Parker never wanted to be a father. As much as he liked girls, he could never be a father. It just wasn't the Drake Parker way.

Six year old Drake Parker sat in his kindergarten class during playtime. He was assigned to a group consisting of two girls, himself, and another guy. Unfortunately for him, the group had all decided on the game "house", which was Drake's least favorite game.

"Okay, I'll be the mom, Janie, you can be my daughter,Drake, you're the dad, and you can be the dog." She said, assigning everyone a part, making the least popular kid play what was considered to Drake the "best" role.

"Why am I always the dog?" The little chubby kid cried out, "Why can't I be the dad? I'm real good at it, my daddy even says so."

"Because, Drake's the dad."

"Why do I have to be the dad? Can't I be like, the uncle, or the cousin, or the next door neighbor who's a lazy bum? I'm no good at being a daddy. I should know, last week, I helped my mommy feed baby Megan and I dropped her bottle in the toilet. "

"Ewww." The two girls chorused, as Janie spoke, "But since you have a baby sister, you know how to act 'round babies. Therefore, you're the dad."

Drake pouted. "No, I don't want to be the dad. That's too much 'sponserbility."

"TEACHER! Drakes not playing the game we decided on."

"Drake, do you want to sit in time-out?"

Drake shook his head at the teacher, and pouted, playing the game.

It wasn't that Drake hated little kids, in fact, he liked the ones that were easy to take care of. Like Megan, before she became evil.

"Okay Drake, the numbers on the refrigerator, I'm only going to be gone an hour, will you be okay?" Drakes mother said to eight year old Drake.

"'Kay mom." He said not looking up from the t.v, as she kissed his forhead. "Megan's asleep in her room, call if you need me, love you."

Drake didn't reply to his mother's goodbye, as he watched the television. He hoped Megan won't awake, needing something.

He flipped through the channels, as he heard a faint cry from upstairs. He tried to ignore the cry, flipping the channels faster, and having the sound louder.

No use. Megan was screaming from a nightmare, and Drake had no choice, but to go upstairs.

"Megan, quiet. I'm trying to watch t.v." Drake said to his little sister, who didn't seem to care. "Go to sleep." He said, forcing to lie down. She stood back up.

"Megan, go to sleep." Drake whined, as his little sister grabbed at the cookie Drake had in his hand. "Mine."

"Fine." Drake sighed, giving his cookie to Megan, who fell back asleep.

Twenty-one year old Drake Parker paced around a hospital waiting room.

"Josh, I can't be a father. I'm no good with kids, I can't even keep track of myself, how am I supposed to be a father?"

"Relax Drake, I'm sure you'll be fine."

"No, Josh, I'm serious. I. Can't. Have. Kids."

"You should of though of that before, little boy." Josh smirked at his brother.

"Josh, I cannot, in any way, be a father."

"Drake, all soon-to-be fathers go through this, and they all end up fine. Oprah even said so!"

"Josh, screw Oprah." The black haired boy gasped. Those two words, would send you straight to hell. "She doesn't know me, and she doesn't know how bad I will be at being father."

"Drake, stop worrying so much."

"Josh,I-remember that freshman family life project?"

"The one with the flour sack child, the one I named Herbert?"

"Who in the right mind names their kid-" Drake began,seeing a glare form in his brothers eye. "Yea, that one."

"What about it?"

"I lost my 'child' on the first day. I failed that project by dropping my kid down the stairs, and if that didn't help, what was left ended up being Megan's class party's cupcakes. "

"That doesn't mean your bad with kids, it means your irresponsible."

"Josh, that happened when I was actually trying to be a 'good father.'"

Josh saw what his brother meant.

"Josh," Drake said as tears formed in his eyes, "Help me. I can't be this kids father, I'll fuck it's life up worse than my own."

"No you won't,I promise." Josh said hugging his brother, as tears stained his shirt. " You'll be the best damn dad any kid'll ever have."

"Promise?" Drake asked wiping his eye with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Yea, now c'mon, they've got free Jello downstairs,being served by a blond college intern." Josh said smiling as the two boys went down to the lobby for their food.