Drake & Josh: Chapter 2

Josh P.O.V.

As I was sitting in the park on a bench, I saw two little girls playing in the sand. I sat back and watched 2 little girls playing in the sandbox. I wished that just for a day I could go back to my childhood and be able to play in the sand box too. I watched them for a little longer until their mothers; I assumed, called them over and went home. I sat there a little longer and just thought about things. I was so deep I thought I almost didn't hear my phone ring. But I did hear it.

"Hello?" I aid picking it up.

"Drake! What the heck! Where are you? It's 9:56!" I heard drake yell at me through the phone. I pulled my wrist to my face to see the time. I hadn't realized how late it had gotten. I started to gather up all my stuff.

"Sorry Drake! I'll be there in a little while."

"Yeah you better mom's freak-" I hung up on him. I shrugged on my jacket and then started to quickly walk home. When I was about half way there, I didn't see the person walking directly at me, and apparently they didn't either. We bumped into each other and the other person fell down.

"Shit!" the person yelled while them and their iPod fell to the ground and broke. I immediately felt bad.

"Oh my gosh! I feel terrible! Gosh I'm so sorry!" I said while helping the person up, "why don't you let me buy you a new one?" I asked. The person looked up at me and I noticed that that 'they' was a girl. A pretty one at that. She shrugged,

"No, it's not that I'm worried about, it's my butt." I chuckled slightly at how up-front and unafraid she was, she looked at me and smiled slightly, "Your laugh is nice to hear. I never hear any laughing at my house. Always—" she suddenly stopped, "Sorry, sometimes I have the tendency to talk about things to random strangers..." She tried to laugh it off, but ended up wincing instead.

"It's alright." I said, trying to comfort her a little, and then I got an idea. I wanted to get to know this mysterious girl.

"Why don't you let me walk you home?" I asked. She looked up at me, surprised. I noticed that she had very dark blue eyes, black hair, and a few light freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. She had a slim build, and a nice jaw line. She seemed to consider this.

"Seems fine to me." She said, then linked her arm through mine and started walking.

"Are you always this 'friendly' to strangers who just happen to bump into you and make you fall down on your butt?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Oh! My! Gish! You got it!" She said, jokingly and lightly bumping into me, making me laugh, which made her laugh. Something told me that we were gonna be good friends. (AN: I meant to put: Gish. It's my copyrighted word. Seriously though, I went and paid for it. ;) )

"What grade?" She asked me.

"11th," I told her, "You?"

"Same." She said. She was about to ask me another question when someone called out to us.

"JAYNE! Where have you been!?" A man called out. She huffed.

"That's my dad." She told me, "I gotta go." She started to walk off, but then turned around.

"I never did get your name."

"Josh." I stated.

"Jayne. Although you probably know that from my dad." She smiled at me, and I smiled back, "I'll see you around?" I nodded.

"Sounds good." She winked and walked away to her father. I laughed a little, to think, I went for a walk to feel better, but I got so much more than that.