Drake & Josh Go Hollywood...Kind of...
Title: Drake & Josh Go Hollywood...Kind of (1/6?)
Author: easybeing_green
Fandom: Drake & Josh
Pairings/Characters: Drake/Josh, Megan
Rating: PG (for now)
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Drake & Josh
Summary: What if Drake and Josh had left the airport in "Drake & Josh Go Hollywood" before Megan's plane took off? They still end up in L.A., but things go a little differently...
A/N: So since this a spin off from "Drake & Josh Go Hollywood," a few things are the same and straight from the movie, but just for set up purposes, and only in this chapter. Chapter 2 on is completely original (well, except Drake going on TRL). This chapter is a little slow, but please just bear with me, it will get more exciting, I promise. Feedback is super encouraged, because I'm still new to writing D&J and trying to figure it out.
Drake and Josh were sitting on the couch watching TV and munching on snacks, having just dropped Megan off at the airport.
“How does Megan even know someone in Denver?” Josh asked as he shoved a handful of cheeseballs into his mouth.
“Probably some evil little girl convention,” Drake answered through a mouthful of chips.
“Ha, yeah, in a seminar on, on how to…torture your brothers,” Josh laughed at his own joke.
“Hey, gimme one of those?” Drake asked. Josh tossed a cheeseball in the air and Drake effortlessly caught it in his mouth. “Thanks. Ya know, I don’t even care how Megan makes friends, I’m just glad to have her gone for ten days.”
“Yeah, ten whole prank free days…”
A dreamy “Ahhh,” escaped from them in unison as they leaned back on the couch.
“Hey, Josh, get me a soda.”
“I don’t recall saying I was getting up.”
“Well you’re gonna have to if you’re gonna get me a soda.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot, I live to serve Drake Parker.”
“Thanks man. Oh! No diet, k?”
Josh stared at him for a moment, then got up and walked into the kitchen to grab two sodas from the fridge. As he was on his way back to the living room the phone rang. He set the drinks down to answer it. “Hello?”
“Hey, Boob” the voice said at the other end of the line.
“Megan? Shouldn’t you be on a plane right now?”
“Who is it?” Drake yelled from living room.
“It’s Megan!”
“Megan? Shouldn’t she be on a plane right now?” Drake said as he shoved another mouthful of chips in his face.
“That’s what I said!”
“You two morons put me on the wrong plane. I’m in L.A.”
“What?! You’re in L.A.?”
“Did I not just say I was in L.A?”
“Well where are you? Are you still in the airport?”
“No, I’m at a hotel. Just kicking back, having a smoothie. What are you guys up to?”
“What hotel?”
“The Chambrulay, Presidential Suite, and is it definitely sweet.”
“Ok, ok, stay put, we’ll come get you, we’ll be there in a couple hours, don’t move.”
“Don’t worry,” Megan said as she took in the awesomeness of the suite.
Josh hung up the phone and frantically ran into the living room, screaming, “Draaaaakke!”
“Where’s my soda?”
“This is no time for beverages! Megan’s in L.A.!”
“There’s an L.A. in Colorado?”
“Los Angeles, California!” Josh shouted, deciding not to express his shock that Drake actually knew where Denver was. “You put our eleven year old sister on the wrong plane!”
“What?!” Drake said as he bolted up, spilling chips everywhere.
“We gotta drive there and get her. Right now. Get your keys.”
“Ok, ok, I’ll go get them.” Drake ran into the kitchen to grab the keys, while Josh grabbed his laptop case before the boys scurried out the door.
* * * *
The car ride to L.A. was mostly silent, until about twenty minutes in when Drake couldn’t take it anymore. They almost always had something to say to each other, even if it wasn’t important. Drake just liked talking to Josh about anything, everything. But Josh hadn’t even complained about his driving, and Drake began to worry, so he turned down the music and spoke.
“Hey, dude, you ok?” he asked Josh, who had been staring at a blank document on his laptop screen the whole way.
“Yeah,” Josh replied apathetically. “I’m just having a really hard time with this assignment. I didn’t think I was so boring.”
“You’re not boring dude, you’re just having writers block or whatever.”
“Technically, writers block refers to fictional writing, and my writing woes are of the nonfiction sort…and the fact that I am a completely mundane being.”
Drake didn’t know what half of the words Josh had just said meant, but he continued nonetheless. “Whatever, I’m just saying, you have plenty of exciting things to write about.”
“Earlier you fell asleep while I was midsentence.”
“Ok, so sometimes you go on rants about strange things that nobody really cares about, but that doesn’t mean you’re totally boring.” The truth is Drake had never had more fun than the times he was with Josh. “And besides, you have me in your life, and I’m like, the most interesting person ever. C’mon, I’ll help you out, let’s think about all the stuff we’ve done together.”
“Ok, I guess that might work,” Josh said with a weak smile.
“That’s the spirit! Ok, let’s see, uhh…oh! Oh oh how about that time we met Gary Coleman because we sold all his stolen grills!”
“We ended up in jail.”
“Oh, right, ok, well, how about when you were in the hospital with your gross foot -”
“That you caused.”
“-and you had to get me out of performing foot surgery?”
“You would have ended up in jail for impersonating a doctor if you hadn’t jumped out the window and broken your arm.”
“Ok, so what about that time we opened up our house as an inn for spring break and ended up on MTV? TV is exciting,” Drake offered.
“…Mom and Dad ended up in jail.”
“Man, we have had a lot of run-ins with the police.”
“Oh this is hopeless, I can’t think about it anymore right now,” Josh said dejectedly. The real problem was that all of the memorable moments Josh thought of in his life involved Drake, but they weren’t the same kind of stories Drake was mentioning. All of his memories were actually more about Drake than himself, and ended with a sappy, potential “hug me brotha” moment. Like the time he jumped through hoops to get Drake a new, signed Devon Malone guitar when he accidentally set it on fire and Drake ended up actually performing on stage with Zero Gravity. That moment, when Josh saw true gratefulness from Drake, he knew that the cool kid he moved in with a year ago and who he desperately wanted to be friends with, was finally just that, his friend. Or like the time soon after that when Drake took the blame for Josh’s horrible ideas at the Premiere so Josh could keep the job that meant so much to him. The fact that Drake would give something up for Josh’s happiness meant more to him that he could express. Josh found himself wondering why his prominent memories focused on how amazing Drake was and how lucky he was to have him in his life. There had to be something wrong with you when your fondest memories always displayed your weaknesses and put someone else on a pedestal. Sure, Drake was his best friend and a big part of his life, but should he really be so consumed with thoughts about his stepbrother? Josh closed the document window and tried to stop thinking about it. Unfortunately, he hadn’t closed the window that was playing the DVD of Drake’s performance earlier and it showed up underneath the document.
“Hey,” Drake said, glancing over to the laptop. “Is that me?”
“Oh, yeah, I was just watching it earlier. As your new manager, I need to familiarize myself with every nuance of your performance skills.” He pressed play on the controller.
“Hey, I look good.”
“Yeah ya do!” Josh smiled, and Drake returned it, happy to be talking again. Talking to Josh always made things go by faster, and better.
* * * *
They arrived in L.A. in record time, stopped to ask where the Chambrulay was, and surprisingly made it there without getting lost.
“Alright,” Drake said in the hotel lobby, a hand on Josh’s shoulder, “let’s go find out where the Presidential Suite is.”
“Ok, but, I gotta pee so bad man.”
“Ok, you go to the bathroom, I’ll find out where the Presidential Suite is and find Megan, and you find out when you get out of the bathroom and meet me there, ok?”
“Yeah, ok, sounds good,” Josh said as he patted Drake on the back, an action Drake reciprocated, and ran towards the bathroom.
Drake walked up to the lady at the front desk, who had already been looking at him. She was in her late twenties, wore a nametag that said Monica, and was very polished and proper. But when Drake started walking towards her, she faltered for just a moment and gave a quick, sheepish smile before reapplying her almost plastic-y greeting face. “Hello, how can I help you?”
“Yeah, I need to find a room.”
“Ok, will that be a one-bed room?” she asked routinely.
“What?” Drake asked, confused.
“For you and your… friend…will you be needing a one-bed room?”
“Oh, no, we’re not checking in, I just need to find my little sister, she’s staying in the Presidential Suite.”
“Oh, ok, that’s on the tenth floor, all the way down on the right,” the lady said with a smile.
“Thanks,” Drake said as he took off towards the elevator, wondering what the lady meant when she said one-bed room.
Author: easybeing_green
Fandom: Drake & Josh
Pairings/Characters: Drake/Josh, Megan
Rating: PG (for now)
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Drake & Josh
Summary: What if Drake and Josh had left the airport in "Drake & Josh Go Hollywood" before Megan's plane took off? They still end up in L.A., but things go a little differently...
A/N: So since this a spin off from "Drake & Josh Go Hollywood," a few things are the same and straight from the movie, but just for set up purposes, and only in this chapter. Chapter 2 on is completely original (well, except Drake going on TRL). This chapter is a little slow, but please just bear with me, it will get more exciting, I promise. Feedback is super encouraged, because I'm still new to writing D&J and trying to figure it out.
Drake and Josh were sitting on the couch watching TV and munching on snacks, having just dropped Megan off at the airport.
“How does Megan even know someone in Denver?” Josh asked as he shoved a handful of cheeseballs into his mouth.
“Probably some evil little girl convention,” Drake answered through a mouthful of chips.
“Ha, yeah, in a seminar on, on how to…torture your brothers,” Josh laughed at his own joke.
“Hey, gimme one of those?” Drake asked. Josh tossed a cheeseball in the air and Drake effortlessly caught it in his mouth. “Thanks. Ya know, I don’t even care how Megan makes friends, I’m just glad to have her gone for ten days.”
“Yeah, ten whole prank free days…”
A dreamy “Ahhh,” escaped from them in unison as they leaned back on the couch.
“Hey, Josh, get me a soda.”
“I don’t recall saying I was getting up.”
“Well you’re gonna have to if you’re gonna get me a soda.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot, I live to serve Drake Parker.”
“Thanks man. Oh! No diet, k?”
Josh stared at him for a moment, then got up and walked into the kitchen to grab two sodas from the fridge. As he was on his way back to the living room the phone rang. He set the drinks down to answer it. “Hello?”
“Hey, Boob” the voice said at the other end of the line.
“Megan? Shouldn’t you be on a plane right now?”
“Who is it?” Drake yelled from living room.
“It’s Megan!”
“Megan? Shouldn’t she be on a plane right now?” Drake said as he shoved another mouthful of chips in his face.
“That’s what I said!”
“You two morons put me on the wrong plane. I’m in L.A.”
“What?! You’re in L.A.?”
“Did I not just say I was in L.A?”
“Well where are you? Are you still in the airport?”
“No, I’m at a hotel. Just kicking back, having a smoothie. What are you guys up to?”
“What hotel?”
“The Chambrulay, Presidential Suite, and is it definitely sweet.”
“Ok, ok, stay put, we’ll come get you, we’ll be there in a couple hours, don’t move.”
“Don’t worry,” Megan said as she took in the awesomeness of the suite.
Josh hung up the phone and frantically ran into the living room, screaming, “Draaaaakke!”
“Where’s my soda?”
“This is no time for beverages! Megan’s in L.A.!”
“There’s an L.A. in Colorado?”
“Los Angeles, California!” Josh shouted, deciding not to express his shock that Drake actually knew where Denver was. “You put our eleven year old sister on the wrong plane!”
“What?!” Drake said as he bolted up, spilling chips everywhere.
“We gotta drive there and get her. Right now. Get your keys.”
“Ok, ok, I’ll go get them.” Drake ran into the kitchen to grab the keys, while Josh grabbed his laptop case before the boys scurried out the door.
* * * *
The car ride to L.A. was mostly silent, until about twenty minutes in when Drake couldn’t take it anymore. They almost always had something to say to each other, even if it wasn’t important. Drake just liked talking to Josh about anything, everything. But Josh hadn’t even complained about his driving, and Drake began to worry, so he turned down the music and spoke.
“Hey, dude, you ok?” he asked Josh, who had been staring at a blank document on his laptop screen the whole way.
“Yeah,” Josh replied apathetically. “I’m just having a really hard time with this assignment. I didn’t think I was so boring.”
“You’re not boring dude, you’re just having writers block or whatever.”
“Technically, writers block refers to fictional writing, and my writing woes are of the nonfiction sort…and the fact that I am a completely mundane being.”
Drake didn’t know what half of the words Josh had just said meant, but he continued nonetheless. “Whatever, I’m just saying, you have plenty of exciting things to write about.”
“Earlier you fell asleep while I was midsentence.”
“Ok, so sometimes you go on rants about strange things that nobody really cares about, but that doesn’t mean you’re totally boring.” The truth is Drake had never had more fun than the times he was with Josh. “And besides, you have me in your life, and I’m like, the most interesting person ever. C’mon, I’ll help you out, let’s think about all the stuff we’ve done together.”
“Ok, I guess that might work,” Josh said with a weak smile.
“That’s the spirit! Ok, let’s see, uhh…oh! Oh oh how about that time we met Gary Coleman because we sold all his stolen grills!”
“We ended up in jail.”
“Oh, right, ok, well, how about when you were in the hospital with your gross foot -”
“That you caused.”
“-and you had to get me out of performing foot surgery?”
“You would have ended up in jail for impersonating a doctor if you hadn’t jumped out the window and broken your arm.”
“Ok, so what about that time we opened up our house as an inn for spring break and ended up on MTV? TV is exciting,” Drake offered.
“…Mom and Dad ended up in jail.”
“Man, we have had a lot of run-ins with the police.”
“Oh this is hopeless, I can’t think about it anymore right now,” Josh said dejectedly. The real problem was that all of the memorable moments Josh thought of in his life involved Drake, but they weren’t the same kind of stories Drake was mentioning. All of his memories were actually more about Drake than himself, and ended with a sappy, potential “hug me brotha” moment. Like the time he jumped through hoops to get Drake a new, signed Devon Malone guitar when he accidentally set it on fire and Drake ended up actually performing on stage with Zero Gravity. That moment, when Josh saw true gratefulness from Drake, he knew that the cool kid he moved in with a year ago and who he desperately wanted to be friends with, was finally just that, his friend. Or like the time soon after that when Drake took the blame for Josh’s horrible ideas at the Premiere so Josh could keep the job that meant so much to him. The fact that Drake would give something up for Josh’s happiness meant more to him that he could express. Josh found himself wondering why his prominent memories focused on how amazing Drake was and how lucky he was to have him in his life. There had to be something wrong with you when your fondest memories always displayed your weaknesses and put someone else on a pedestal. Sure, Drake was his best friend and a big part of his life, but should he really be so consumed with thoughts about his stepbrother? Josh closed the document window and tried to stop thinking about it. Unfortunately, he hadn’t closed the window that was playing the DVD of Drake’s performance earlier and it showed up underneath the document.
“Hey,” Drake said, glancing over to the laptop. “Is that me?”
“Oh, yeah, I was just watching it earlier. As your new manager, I need to familiarize myself with every nuance of your performance skills.” He pressed play on the controller.
“Hey, I look good.”
“Yeah ya do!” Josh smiled, and Drake returned it, happy to be talking again. Talking to Josh always made things go by faster, and better.
* * * *
They arrived in L.A. in record time, stopped to ask where the Chambrulay was, and surprisingly made it there without getting lost.
“Alright,” Drake said in the hotel lobby, a hand on Josh’s shoulder, “let’s go find out where the Presidential Suite is.”
“Ok, but, I gotta pee so bad man.”
“Ok, you go to the bathroom, I’ll find out where the Presidential Suite is and find Megan, and you find out when you get out of the bathroom and meet me there, ok?”
“Yeah, ok, sounds good,” Josh said as he patted Drake on the back, an action Drake reciprocated, and ran towards the bathroom.
Drake walked up to the lady at the front desk, who had already been looking at him. She was in her late twenties, wore a nametag that said Monica, and was very polished and proper. But when Drake started walking towards her, she faltered for just a moment and gave a quick, sheepish smile before reapplying her almost plastic-y greeting face. “Hello, how can I help you?”
“Yeah, I need to find a room.”
“Ok, will that be a one-bed room?” she asked routinely.
“What?” Drake asked, confused.
“For you and your… friend…will you be needing a one-bed room?”
“Oh, no, we’re not checking in, I just need to find my little sister, she’s staying in the Presidential Suite.”
“Oh, ok, that’s on the tenth floor, all the way down on the right,” the lady said with a smile.
“Thanks,” Drake said as he took off towards the elevator, wondering what the lady meant when she said one-bed room.