Drake and Josh Fanfiction Story: Do What You Want
Disclaimer: I do not own Drake and Josh. If I did, I would be in the show with them as their third best friend :D
A/N: Enjoy. I just thought I would do a story where Josh doesn't accept Drake's apology. Takes place in the episode: Josh is Done.
Chapter One: Josh is STILL Done
Drake sighed sadly as he continued laying on the ping pong table in the room he shared with his step-brother. 'Wait. He isn't my brother anymore. He said he was done. He hates me now. I did not even mean to hurt him,' Drake thought as he continued bouncing the ball in front of his eyes, as his head rested on his paddle. He heard the door to his room open, but did not bother to look up, knowing that it wasn't Josh because school hadn't let out for them yet. Soon the intruder stopped in front of the table where Drake was laying and finally spoke.
"Here's you guitar back!" Megan said happily.
"Oh, thanks," Drake said monotonly as he took a quick look at his sister and his guitar before returning to his depressing hobby for the moment.
"Aren't you going to ask me why I have it?" Megan pressed.
Drake sighed, almost annoyed. "Why did you take my guitar, Megan?"
"To kill a spider with it!" She answered happily, hoping for an explosion.
"Oh," Drake answered, not really caring, knowing deep down she would never do that to one of his guitars.
"Ok. It is no fun messing with you if you don't care anymore," Megan sighed, placing his guitar carefully next to Drake's loft bed, "I guess I'm going to go."
Drake sat up and climbed off of the ping pong table. "Megan, wait."
Megan turned around to look at her broken brother who had lost, not only his brother, but his best friend over something stupid. She watched Drake walk around the table until he was a little bit closer to her.
"Do you want to play some ping pong with me?" He asked, silently hoping she would say yes so he could have some company for a little bit longer.
Megan's eyes softened for her brother. "I would, Drake, but you do not want to put a paddle in my hand."
"Ok," Drake said quietly, turning towards the desk where the computer sat.
He sat there, grabbing his accoustic guitar from the side of his bed, and began to softly strum a new tune for a new song. He never noticed when Josh walked in, finally home from school. Josh, when he entered, had looked up at his brother when he heard a depressing melody coming from his guitar. Soon Drake began to sing softly.
it's time to get your things together
and drive away.
future days will treat you better,
that's what they say.
Another day, gone without a sound.
But it's ok, if you turn around
and feel the memories bringing you down.
And in the end are you stronger
do you no longer need to recover.
Where have you been since it's been over...
over my shoulder, under my skin.
Will you ever return again?"
Drake sighed as he came to a stop, knowing that the song wasn't finished. He had began to write it after a devastating break up with a girl he really liked. For some strange reason, it seemed to fit his feelings about Josh, realizing he loved the guy...like a brother of course. Drake leaned over his guitar and laid his head on the desk, and finally notcied Josh on his side of the room. Drake sat up and stood, still holding his guitar.
"Josh-" Drake started before he was cut off by Josh.
"What Drake?" he said harshly.
"I just wanted to say how sorry-" Drake started, again.
"Sorry? For what! Making me late for school? Almost making me loose my job at the theatre when you pulled that stunt by trying to see a movie for free? By EMBARRASSING ME IN OUR CHEMISTRY CLASS!?"
"Embarrassing you? Josh, If anyone embarrassed themselves it was me. I was fucking crying!" Drake yelled back, letting all of the weeks agravations come out in his voice.
"Really? Are you sure you weren't just trying to get me to feel bad for you? I mean, It would have worked if I wasn't DONE WITH YOU!"
"Maybe I don't want you to be done with me. Maybe I want you to be my brother again," Drake said, practically pleading.
"Maybe I don't want to be your brother again. Maybe I wished I never met you or got to know you," Josh said coldly as he turned and left the room.
Not caring if anyone saw, Drake dropped his guitar on the coffee table, and sat on his couch, head in his hands. His shoulders began to shake as he softly cried.
A/N: Poor Drake :( Im crying writing this lol REVIEW!!! Reviews Get you another chapter :)