-A Week Later-

"Drake? Can I talk to you alone for a second?" Camryn asked, quietly. She stood in the doorway to the living room of Drake's house, where the family was watching TV.

"Sure. What's up?" Drake asked, walking over to her.

Camryn was pacing the hallway, silently. 'How am I gonna break this to him?' she thought.

"Cam? What's wrong?" Drake questioned, impatiently.

"Drake…I'm…pregnant…"

"No, you're not. You never even—"

Camryn nodded, shamefully. She couldn't look Drake in the eye so she decided to stare at the floor.

"You mean…"

"I slept with Jack…"

"What! When!"

"Oh god. I don't know what was running through my head, but whatever it was made me sleep with him! So the baby's not even yours! Look, I gotta get out of here, I've gotta go find him…" Camryn started walking to the front door, but Drake wasn't done.

"No! Not yet! Answer my question!" He stopped her on the step in front of the door.

"Drake, what's going on?" Audrey asked, calmly.

"You were right, Ma! She is pregnant! But it's not mine!" Drake stormed angrily, to his and Josh's room.

Megan was sitting on the couch, looking at Camryn. She didn't know what to say.

"Thanks for letting me stay here, Audrey, but I gotta get out. I've gotta go tell Jack…" Camryn said, quietly. 'He's gonna kill me… Then Bobby's gonna kill him…'

The rest of the family watched Camryn leave the house, crying. Drake watched from his bedroom window as she drove away.

Camryn arrived at the Mercer house and told Evelyn and Jack what was going on.

Jack was a little angry but more worried about Camryn.

"Camryn, you're welcome to stay here. There's an extra bedroom." Evelyn smiled sweetly. She left the room.

"How'd Drake take it?" Jack asked.

Camryn shook her head. "He's never gonna talk to me again, if that's what you mean."

"So what are we gonna do?"

"I'm not giving it up… Wait, did you just say 'we'?"

"Yeah, I did. I'm staying with you. Remember, you're only 16."

"Yeah, but you're 18. Don't you wanna get out of here?"

"Not if it means leaving you behind."

Camryn breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Don't tell Bobby, yet, though. He just might kill both of us."

Jack gave her a hug and laid back on the couch, with an arm around Camryn's waist.

-A month later-

Camryn moved in with the Mercers. Drake refused to talk to Camryn or Jack. Audrey and Walter made sure to check up on her atleast once a week to see how she was doing.

"So how are you doing, Cam?" Audrey asked, over the phone.

"I'm alright. Jack's being a sweetheart. When he goes to gigs he calls me between sets. How's Drake?" Camryn asked, solemnly.

"He's alright. He hasn't picked up his guitar in while, which makes me worry… Maybe he'll talk to you now… He said he misses you a lot."

"Well tell him I miss him, too. I'll talk to him…"

"He's still sleeping, but I'll tell him to call you."

"Thanks, Audrey. I appreciate it… I'm gonna go take a shower, so I'll talk to you later?"

"Yeah. Bye, sweetie. Be careful."

"I will. Bye." Camryn hung up.

"How's Drake doing?" Jack asked, walking into the living room, with a bowl of cereal in his hand.

"Not so good… he hasn't picked up him guitar, which is definitely a bad thing… And it's all my fault…"