A/N: It's been...a while...since I last wrote anything resembling a story update...I also haven't even visited FanFiction in a long time either. I've been working on planning the production of a comic book, not that you asked, but I'll tell you anyway. There's a few of us, we have some decent ideas I think. It's a post-apocalyptic story, but not zombies or anything; it's the aftermath of a 10 year war.

Anyway, the point is I'm now updating this story...I don't even know which one it is that I'm gonna do...so it's gonna be one of my classic 'make it up as I go along' kinda things...hope you enjoy :)

Chapter 8 (I chose this fic cause it's the one people seem to like the most) (Megan's POV)

Drake's back was warm, and a little more comfy than I would have initially expected. I might've fallen asleep if it weren't for the fact that I was completely wide awake after the antics so soon after waking up. I rested my head on his shoulder with my mouth right next to his ear.

"What are we gonna do today then?" I whispered gently.

"I dunno, but we are we whispering?" He also whispered.

I grinned to myself, he could be so thick sometimes.

I responded at a slightly louder volume than I would normally use, right next to his ear "Do you want me to speak normally?!"

He winced slightly.

"Okay okay! I get your point!" he grimaced.

He got to the bottom of the stairs and started up them, his speed not being affected by the incline, only slightly by the length of his steps shortening to match distance of the stairs. Technically he had answered my question, but that wasn't the answer I was looking for. I tried waiting patiently for Drake to think a little on what I asked him, but he seemed to have forgotten I'd said anything at all.

As we reached the top of the stairs his pace increased slightly again and in a matter of steps we were at my bedroom door. I tried to jump down off Drake's back but he held me there tightly, so I stayed put. But he didn't look at me, or reach for the door handle. He just stared at it, like it would magically open itself. After a few minutes I began to get worried.

"Drake?" I whispered, lightly touching the side of his face.

That snapped him out of his thoughts and he shook his head briefly.

"Yeah? What?" He said softly, slightly croaking as he did so.

"It's mid morning, we haven't done anything yet, I'm not even dressed and we've been standing here a while." I replied quietly.

I wasn't trying to blame or accuse him of anything, but I did want him to realize where we were and what was happening.

"Oh, yeah, sorry."

He put me down slowly, almost like he didn't want to let go. As I reached past him for my door knob, he just stood there and watched me, but although his eyes were looking at me, I could see the empty stare in them that showed he was seeing something in his head rather than seeing me. I clicked my fingers in front of his face.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked him gently, a little bit concerned about his sudden zoning out.

Again, he snapped back from his thoughts quickly and just nodded, but it wouldn't take a genius to see that he wasn't. I went back to opening the door and as I did Drake slowly turned towards the stairs to his and Josh's bedroom. I grabbed his hand and he turned back round again and I pulled him slowly into my room. His face had turned from a grim look to a mildly confused one, the kind of look that made me crack a smile because it was a funny look that I hadn't seen in a while.

Once we were inside and I had shut the door I turned and engulfed him in a hug, which he returned with just as much need as I had.

"I don't wanna be without you until I have to." I cried slightly trying not to start bawling.

"Me neither." Drake said softly, stroking my head.

He let go a little sooner than I would've liked.

"But you have to get dressed, so I'm just gonna go back up to my room, you come get me when you're done." He said.

I blocked the door, his only way out.

"No, go stand over by the window and look out there. Don't turn around until I tell you you can!" I ordered him, pointing my finger at him accusingly.

He looked a little surprised at first but quickly regained his composure. He put his hands up in a mock surrender and began making his way across the room towards the window.

"Alright alright! You know I could jump out the window and run down the street right?" He grinned.

"If you did I'd chase you!" I threatened.

"Dressed like that? I doubt it!" He laughed, pointing at my pink onesie.
I made a spinning motion with my index finger and he sighed before turning around and leaning on the window sill. What he didn't realize was that in my head I was saying "I don't care what I look like, you're not leaving me until I have no choice!"

"You can turn around for one second," I said and he did so, "top drawer, throw me the red ones."

I pointed to the set of drawers I was talking about that was right next to Drake's leg and my bed. He looked sceptical, but did as I asked and opened the drawer. His eyes widened in shock.

"Duuuuuuuuude!" He complained, scrunching up his face before grabbing and throwing to me the red girl boxers, "That's not something I need to see."

He was trying to be serious about it, but he couldn't help laughing, and that got me started too. He quickly slammed the drawer shut and went back to looking out the window. Once I'd stopped giggling, I started to change out of my onesie and into my clothes. Fortunately I kept the rest over this side of the room and Drake didn't need to turn round again. I'd got everything on and started putting on my pants, which required a few little hops to get my feet through properly. It was during one of these hops that my elbow accidentally hit my bedside lamp. It toppled to the floor and smashed, making a loud noise.

"What the...?!" Drake started, before I heard him start to snigger to himself.

It was then that I turned my head towards him and realized that he had turned round when he heard the smash and that my boxer-clad butt was facing him.

"Hey! You turned around!" I exclaimed.

"I heard something break, I was looking to see if you were okay!" Drake tried to defend himself, trying not to crack up again.

"Stop laughing!" I threatened him for the second time that morning.

"Sorry!" He calmed down a little, "It's your birthmark, I always think it looks like a whale with wings!"

I looked down and saw my birthmark just above my boxer line. I pulled my pants up over it and fastened them in place. Then something occurred to me...

"Wait, always?!" I questioned, "I don't remember ever showing you my birthmark!"

"You think I never saw your butt when you were a baby?" Drake laughed.

I pouted at how obvious that answer should've been.

"Now, our activities for the day..." Drake began, "I believe you said you would chase me?"

I looked at him puzzled.

"I didn't say..."

Before I had finished, Drake had dived out of my window and dropped down onto the ground outside. I caught on quick and rushed out of my bedroom door, down the stairs, out the front door and into the street. I could see Drake up ahead, he had a sizeable lead and was much faster than me but I said I wouldn't let him leave me so I took chase.

A/N: Huh...that went better than expected to say I was making it up as I went along. Sorry this update took so long. I hope to do another for 1 of my stories soon. I also might start a new thing, like where all of my stories are titled after song lyrics, I might start quoting Film, TV, Book and Game characters at the end of each of my chapters like last time...let's see how long I remember to do it...

Actually I'll probably just quote one of my favourite video game characters of all time, he has plenty of things to say :P

"Correction: Assassination is my primary function. I also possess excellent hearing and can bend spoons." – HK-47

R&R :)