Author's Note: Carly, in case you don't remember, was in the episode where Drake and Josh have a bet to see who can get the most girls. If her name was Kylie…my bad. I can't remember. And if I don't get enough Reviews, I assume no one's interested and I stop continuing the story. So if you like it…let me know! This is going to be in four pieces.

Disclaimer: I don't own Josh, just Drake. Haha…I wish.

"So yeah, we're really interested in signing your band. You guys have a lot of untapped potential." Alan Douglas, from MuchMusic records, was standing right in front of him. God, this was amazing. His band had just played an amazing showcase for a lot of fancy suits, but the MuchMusic label was the one he wanted more than anything else.

Drake Parker grinned and ran a hand through his short brown hair. "That's so, so great. Just give me a call, anytime at all, and we can schedule a meeting. We don't have a manager yet, but if you want us to have one, I'm sure it can be arranged."

"Drake?" Drake turned and saw his girlfriend of six months, Carly, standing behind him with a strange expression on her face. "Can we talk real quick?"

Drake shot her a tense smile and shook his head about a centimeter. "In a sec, hun." He turned back to Mr. Douglas. "Thank you so much."

"It's nothing at all. I know talent when I see it. And you, my friend, have talent." He clamped a hand on Drake's shoulder. Geez, kind of hard. He winced for a second.

"Drake, it's important." Drake turned his head and saw Carly still standing there. She looked damn cute, in her tight black sweater and pre-frayed jeans. But this was important. Landing his dream was important.

"So is this," he whispered fiercely, and she turned and walked away. God, did she have to get all dramatic right this second? She hadn't even so much as congratulated him.

"My people will be in touch," Mr. Douglas told him with a wink and another super hard pat. "Nice going, kid." Drake grinned as he walked away, then turned and whooped with excitement.

"Yes," he exclaimed, running towards Carly and throwing his arms around her. "Sorry I sort of blew you off, but that was a rep from MuchMusic records. You know how it is, right?" He pulled back and didn't get an answer. Instead, he noticed that her face was tear-stained and her eyes were worried. "Carly? What's wrong?" He pulled her over to the corner of the room, away from most of the celebration. "Are you mad at me? I'm sorry, I just…"

"God damnit, Drake. Did you ever think for, like, 10 second that maybe I had something really important to discuss with you?"

He stepped away from her. "That was important." Really. She was lucky he wasn't mad at HER. "Seriously, Carly, did someone die? Because nothing else could be more important than that conversation."

"I'm pregnant."

What. The. Hell.

The news hit him like a ton of bricks. His mind was racing…was she sure? Was she sure it was his? Why did this have to happen? How were they going to tell people? What was she going to do? He was going to have a kid? He slouched into a chair, his jaw dropped, his eyes wide. "From…me?"

The tears started gathering in her eyes again. "You know I've never been with anyone else."

He leaned forward, laid his head on his arms, which were crossed on his legs. Curled up in a ball, maybe he could think better. He felt Carly's head lean against his shoulder, he felt her whimpers coming out.

"You're sure." He stated.

"I took six tests, Drake," she whispered. "I kept hoping the next one would be negative."

For a full five minutes, they simply sat there. There was a problem of such an enormous proportion in front of them, it seemed almost unrealistic to try and tackle it.

"What are we going to do?"

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her. He didn't have any words to respond with. Because he had no fucking clue.