Pretty Woman

(AN: I don't own Drake and Josh.)

Chap1 Fortune Teller

Slowly Drake strolled carelessly in the mall. He didn't know why he was in the mall in the first place. A blaring sound came from a music store Drake walked by. He began to think about what had happened twenty minutes ago, so he could remember why he was at the mall.

Drake sat on the couch strumming on his guitar. He didn't bother to acknowledge Josh's presents. Carefully Josh placed himself down next to his brother Drake. Waiting patiently he watched Drake play his guitar.

" What?" Drake asked.

" Oh, nothing I was just admiring your great guitar playing ability," Josh grinned.

" Why thank you…wait a minute. What do you want?" Drake questioned eyeing Josh suspiciously.

" Nothing I am just saying you are a very talented human being," Josh stated.

Suspiciously Drake looked at Josh. He didn't believe Josh was just giving him a compliment. He suspected there was a lot more behind the nice words. Usually when Josh gave him a nice compliment it meant " Come on, Drake, let's go do something really stupid that will embarrass you." No way was he going to do something stupid.

" Josh, I am going to the mall," Drake announced.

" How about I go with you," Josh offered. " We could probably find something fun to do together."

" Your idea of fun is joining a book club," Drake mumbled.

" I thought you liked book club," Josh spoke.

" A bunch of nerds reading is, so much fun," Drake lied. " Tell mom I'll be home at 7:00."

Abruptly Drake stopped in front of a sign that read fortunes for five dollars. Shrugging he stepped inside the large tent. Inside smelled like burning leaves mixed with cheap perfume. There were rose-colored cushions on the floor, and the table was mint green. Plopping down on a cushion Drake waited for the fortuneteller to show.

" Drake," a raspy voice called.

" Huh? Who said that?" he hollered.

" Me, Madame Mist," she introduced.

A lady entered the tent. She was wearing a long sapphire colored dress. Her black frizzy hair went down her back. Madame Mist's voice didn't match her at all. Drake was imagining an old woman with no teeth or something like that. But the person he saw in front of him was about a 30-year-old lady with all her teeth.

" So, you want your fortune told?" she asked.

" Yes," Drake replied. " I probably am going to grow up to be a famous guitarist, and have a huge mansion with lots of butlers and maids waiting to serve. And I will probably drive down the road in my red no make that green sports car."

" We will be seeing about that," she commented sitting on the cushion in front of Drake.

Madame Mist placed her hands on the crystal ball. She nodded occasionally, and sometimes even grumbled a few words. This bothered Drake, so he coughed to get her attention.

" Drake," she began. " You will become a famous guitarist. Yes you will have a mansion, servants, and a attractive wife."

" Sweet," he smiled.

" But, you will die from a new disease after your sixth performance at the age of 29," she sadly stated.

" Twenty nine!" Drake stammered. " But that isn't even up to the age of thirty."

" Exactly," she nodded.

" No, that can't be your probably reading that wrong," Drake assumed looking at the sphere. " There is nothing on the crystal ball your lying. You were making everything up. You're nothing, but a dirty liar."

" Madame Mist doesn't lie!" she argued. " She tells the truth."

" The crystal ball is probably plugged in somewhere," Drake accused looking under the table.

" No it isn't you fool,"

Drake searched under the table for a long cord, but didn't find one. Grinning he guessed it was powered on batteries. Getting up he glared at the lady then stepped out of the tent without paying the five dollar fee.

" You will pay for accusing me of lying," She babbled. " I call upon the power and strength of the world to curse you."

" Yeah whatever," Drake laughed. " Could you also call upon the power of the world to get me a date to the dance."

" Oh, so you are a ladies man," she cackled. " Fine you will become the thing you love the most."

Ignoring the woman Drake left the mall chuckling to himself. Arriving at home ten minutes after seven he received a stern talk from his mom. After dinner he headed upstairs to his room where he played his guitar.

" How was the mall?" Josh asked.

" It was okay," Drake responded. " Except there was a crazy woman who thought she was a fortune teller."

" And," Josh asked suddenly interested.

" She kept blabbing about curses and crap like that. Can you believe her? I mean just because I called her a liar, which she was. She starts yelling at me. With all the power in the world I shall curse you. Isn't that a load of crap?"

Josh frowned at his brother. He had read in a book that you shouldn't make a fortuneteller mad because if you did you would be cursed forever, and ever.

" Drake, I read…

" Oh great don't tell me you believe that crap," Drake grunted.

" It isn't completely a load of crap." Josh remarked. " Not all fortunetellers are fake. Once I asked…

" Josh, spare me," Drake stuck his hand out.

" Oh Drake," Megan called. " I need help with my homework."

" Do it yourself," Drake yelled.

Megan began to speak again, but Drake got off the couch and closed the door in her face. With a loud growl Megan went to yell for her mom. Drake whispered the word "kids" then returned to the couch.

" Listen here, Drake," Josh ordered. " The young teenage boy stomped off. He was angry with the fortuneteller for telling him he was not going to be anything when he grew up. This is the part that concerns you Drake. The next morning the boy woke up looking like a goat."

" Josh, that is a book," Drake barked. " Probably fiction."

" No, it is a true story," Josh answered.

Drake turned away from his brother and went back to playing his guitar. Josh wasn't making any sense, so there wasn't a reason why he had to listen.

" Boys! Time for bed!" their mom demanded.

The lights were turned off and Drake and Josh went to bed.