Sitting back in the limo on his way to yet another press conference, Drake stared blankly at the glow of his laptop.

"What are you waiting for anyway, Drake?" Frank asked.

"Huh?" Drake looked up as if having been snapped from a trance, "Oh, nothing..."

"You're on that thing more than someone who's job depends on it."

"Okay, Frank," Drake moaned and slapped the laptop shut, "You remember meeting my brother?"

"Josh! Yeah, he was your manager... what ever happened to him?"

"That's what I'd like to know..."

After many threats to his 'manhood', Josh convinced Jack it would be in his best interest to keep his new found discovery to himself.

"Alright! Secrets safe with me!" Jack promised and caught a glimpse of the clock, "Ah, damn it! NOW I'm late! See ya!" He called as he ran out the door.

"See ya..." He answered to Jack's trail and stared at his screen and debated. It's not that he wanted nothing to do with Drake, it was more he wanted Drake to be independent. Much like when they had first met.

After three years of ignoring all the emails he thought maybe Drake would have taken the hint to try and be on his own. It killed Josh he felt so responsible for Drake's dependence, so why was he typing up a response, The hell are you doing, Nichols, and to add salt to the wound, he hits send.

There was no turning back now; the email was now in the sent box.

Face it, you really do miss him that much too...

Doing as he had always done, Drake simply nodded or shook his head in answer to all the same questions he had heard before until...

"Why don't you ever date?" Came from the back of the room.

"What?!" He squeaked, "I-I date!"

"Then why don't we ever see you with anyone?"

"Okay, those are personal!" Frank jumped in to defended, though it wasn't as if he had never wondered himself why it seemed Drake was so content with being 'alone'.

"I-it's okay, Frank," He called him off, "I'm too busy for dating, that's all." He answered matter of factly.

"So no special someone in your life?"

He had to stop and think about that one. There was someone. Someone very special who he missed very much.

It just wasn't someone he could share with the world at the moment, "No. No one."

Once the horror was over, he and Frank slowly trudged back to the limo.

"You know, Drake, you're going to laugh, but I do know girls..."

"Why would I laugh? And where did that come from?"

"You seemed so... melancholy when the date question came up..."

Reaching for his laptop, Drake shook his head, "Look, it's not that I'm not interested in dating, I'm just..."

"Not interested in girls?" Frank caught him off guard and he looked up with the eyes of a deer in head lights, "It's okay, Drake, really. I'm your friend... but..."

"B-but?"

"Right now you're hot with tween girls and their moms, so I hate to say, but you're right to just to keep it under wraps for now."

Nodding in agreement, Drake went back to his laptop and immediately went for his email, "N-no way! No way!" He hopped in his seat, "He wrote back!"

"Who?!"

"Josh! He wrote back!"

Closing his email, Josh sighed heavily as the realization he was now face to face with a blank page for his thesis, "One more try!" He cheered himself on and cracked his knuckles.

Positioning his hands over the keyboard, he once again drew a blank, "Damn it!" he slapped the keys and pushed himself away when he was once again beckoned with what he considered the 'dreaded' email call, You've Got Mail!

He knew who it was and a slight pang of panic struck him when he heard the door slam shut and he frantically closed all his programs.

Including the thesis, "Ah, shit! Shit! Shit!"

"Hey Josh!" Mike greeted as he skipped into the den, "That is you right? Looks like you but it just doesn't sound like you."

"Sorry. I only had a few lines for my thesis typed up," He lied – little white lie wouldn't hurt, right-$ "And I shut it before I saved it..."

"Well, then shit!" Mike laughed, mocking him.

"Like I told Jack, laugh all you want, you don't have to write one..." He said softly, ignoring Mike's laugh at his expense.

"Something bothering you?"

What was with people?! Or Josh himself? It seemed his whole life people could tell when something was bugging him, "Nothing! Just pissed I shut this program down..."

"No, I know you better," Mike took Josh by the arm and led him to the living room and guided him to the couch, "Talk."

"So what's he have to say?" Frank asked, trying to snap Drake back from cloud nine.

"Just that he's been busy with school..." He said softly, disappointed.

"Where does he go to school?"

"Whiteman. It's in Washington..."

"You mean Whitman?"

"Yeah, that's what I said..."

"No, you said... forget it," Frank laughed it off, "Whitman is in Walla Walla, right?"

"I think so, why?"

"Well, it's not exactly around the corner, but you do know you have a stop in Seattle on your tour..."

"You think we can visit?!"

"I think we have no time..."

"Come on, Frank! Make time!"

"But! We could always send him a ticket or two..."

Drake thought for a moment; nice as the idea was, it was too big a chance to take for Josh to say he had no time himself and couldn't go.

Sitting tall, Drake stared Frank down and made it clear; "We're going to make time, Frank. I want to see him."