A/N: Some of you might have expected an update for an already existing story of mine, but, nope! It's a new one :) For the first time ever, some parts of this fic will be POV.

They are all about the same age as they were in Merry Christmas Drake & Josh.

The inspiration came from SorrowNoMore's story; When September Ends :)

Story title is a lyric from the song 21st Century Breakdown by Green Day.

Chapter 1 (Megan's POV)

Drake's been acting really weird lately. He's eating healthier for a start; I didn't think Drake even knew what eating healthily was! But he's doing it, and he's doing a pretty good job of it, and it scares me a little bit, and everybody knows I don't get scared easily.

He also hasn't been on any dates recently; he just spends all his free time working out in the garden, in a makeshift gym. He made it out of old crates, metal poles and even stuck some barbed wire out there, I've seen him try to crawl under it as quickly as possible… he's quick but he constantly gets cuts from it and it tears his clothes but he doesn't care. I only like watching him get hurt if I'm the cause, and this time I'm not, so I don't like it one bit!

Another thing I've noticed is that he always makes a dash for the door whenever the mail gets here; he looks through it, then chucks it all on the table when there's nothing for him and casually walks off.

I've tried getting there first but over the last few weeks he's gotten a lot faster, and I mean a LOT! It's probably all those runs round the block he does… Well, that's what he says before he leaves, but at the speed he can sprint it wouldn't surprise me if he ran all the way to the premier and back in the time it takes him to 'run round the block'.

He's stronger as well. I used to be able to barge into his room and neither he nor Josh could do anything about it, but now he just picks me up, takes me to the door, closes it with me outside, and holds it shut. Even when I push against it, it doesn't budge. He never used to be able to do that.

Speaking of Josh, they never hang out anymore. When I asked Josh why not, he just shrugged and continued watching TV.

It's like he's drifting away from us but I'm the only one who seems to have noticed.

His guitar's gathering dust, I don't remember the last time he played it, I miss hearing the little sound of notes coming from his bedroom as I pass the stairs, now there's just silence.

I don't even think he sleeps anymore. He just takes power naps between workout sessions.

He's become more observant as well; he sees my pranks coming before I've even had a chance to lure him in. He counters everything I throw at him, he's no fun anymore, my enjoyment came from scaring and surprising him and Josh, but now only Josh gets scared, and that's only if Drake doesn't ruin it first… and I'm worried about him… I don't know why, but I am.

Something's wrong and I'm gonna find out what it is cause I'm his little sister and that's my job!

(Josh's POV)

I didn't really notice until Megan mentioned it but Drake and I don't really hang out anymore, he's always too busy. When she asked me why, I kinda just shrugged cause I really don't know why. He's always out in the garden or out for a run, I don't remember him being particularly active before, but now he's almost too active. It's kinda suspicious.

He doesn't even drink a bottle of mountain fizz after brushing his teeth anymore, he's just not the same Drake I know, and I don't know why.

I decided that the best thing to do would be ask Mom because she knows Drake better than anyone, well, actually Megan probably knows him better but she kinda scares me, even after all these years, so I'm just gonna ask Mom.

I walked into the kitchen to see Mom stirring up some casserole. She looked up at me as I walked in.

"Hey Josh!" she said cheerily, before going back to concentrating on making dinner.

"Hi Mom," I replied, not so cheerily.

She put down her mixing bowl and turned to face me fully.

"What's the matter Josh?" She asked with a quizzical look on her face.

"Uh, have you noticed anything different about Drake?" I asked, a little nervous. I don't know why I was nervous; I just felt it all of a sudden.

"Actually I have," she responded with a smile, "he's eating better now, it means I can cook things I haven't cooked in a long time!"

"Do you why he's acting different lately?" I questioned, but I got the feeling I already knew the answer.

"Nope," she answered, picking up her bowl again, "I try not to question the good things."

And with that she went back to preparing dinner.

"Oh." Was all I could say. Whether or not she had actually noticed anything except his eating was different I didn't know.

There's not really much point asking Dad because he's totally oblivious to anything right now, he's too focused on beating Bruce Winchell in another TV awards ceremony. Looks like I'm gonna have to ask Megan if she knows anything about what's happening to Drake.

Just suck up your fear Josh, you don't have to be afraid of this little girl, she can't really be that scary… can she? I hope not.

I made my way upstairs to Megan's room, dreading every moment of what I was about to do, but I had no choice; I was doing this to find out what was going on with Drake, to help him if I can.

I carefully turned the handle of Megan's bedroom door, sweat dripping from my face, I still don't understand why I'm so afraid of her. She's just a little girl after all… a scary… evil… demon of a girl.

As I opened the door I saw Megan typing something on her laptop. She looked up at me.

"What do you want BOOB?" She said it with menace in her voice, but the usually fiery anger was gone from her eyes. She looked afraid.

"Are you alright Megs?" I asked, concerned.

"Of course I am, now answer me BOOB, WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

I now remember why I was so afraid of her, but it didn't matter, I'm already here so I'm gonna carry on.

"Ok… Do you know why Drake's acting a bit weird lately?" I said the last bit a little faster than I would have liked but I had to get it out quickly or she might hurt me.

"You noticed it too?" she asked, a little calmer, for which I was quite relieved.

"Yeah," I replied, "he just doesn't seem very 'Drake' as of late."

"We have to find out what's going on!" She said abruptly, closing her laptop and getting up off her bed.


"First of all, we need to try and get a look at some of his mail." She instructed.

"His mail?" I questioned, "I dunno Megs, his mail's private, we shouldn't be looking at it."

"Do you wanna help him or not?" She asked.

"Of course I do. But I think looking at his mail is wrong."

"Fine then I'll do it myself!" She shouted.

"What's so important about his mail anyway?" I asked suspiciously.

"I don't know but he's always in a rush to get it so it's as good a place to start as any."

A/N: Well… it's a start, not my best work but I'm hoping it'll get better :)

R&R :)