Hey guys, I just decided today to start a new story. I'm kinda mad at myself because I have like four stories to finish, and I still have Gabpay's that aren't done, and people actually messaged me to finish them. I was surprised on that one, but all in all I won't stop writing. I get my inspiration at random times and so this is for you guys. Enjoy. A new pairing. Le gasp.

"Mikayla." I swear finding my girlfriend on most days was like finding a needle in a haystack. My shoes were clicking against the linoleum like it was nobody's business, creating a sort of rhythmic beat as I went down the hallway of an old building. The walls were spray painted with black words, as if it was some type of art form.

"Mikayla." I called to the girl once more before spotting a figure leaning over a pool table. "Really?" I asked the girl, moving into the room as she faintly smiled at me.

"Hiii-Some money."

"Its Sonny. You should know that by now." I was irritated, and on the last thread of sanity as I lifted the girl upright before making her face me. "What did I tell you about drinking on a school night?"

"Umm clear lip cures are good."

"What?" I shook my head trying to understand the girl. It was one thing to slur words, but to scramble them up altogether was just a lack of effort no matter how drunk.

"Cool table," she hissed.

"Pool table?" I pulled away from the girl, letting her stand on her own before she slowly inched her way back towards the velvet lining. "Mikayla look, I have to get home.. so give me your keys." As I extended my hand to the girl she happily pulled out two looped silver keys before she made herself stand once more.

"My mom can't find out about tonight, got it?" I was waiting for Mikayla to reply but I could see her dazed face. She was clueless as to what was actually going on in front of her. "One of these days Mikayla you're gonna' get a intervention."

"But not today." She pepped up as I carried her on my shoulder out the room.

"But soon." I told her, "really soon."

Once Mikayla was in her bed, dressed for the night I made it over to the room door to leave.

"You're taking my car?" She pouted, staring at the keys in my hand as I nodded.

"Yes. I have to get home some way."

"I could of drove you."

"Uh, no. Besides you're barley off whatever you drunk." I moved out the door before something crashed behind me. I'm not too sure if Mikayla purposefully tossed something at me, or if I made something fall on my way out. I ignored her, making it to the last door before Mikayla peeped out of her room.

"Stay with me tonight Sonny."

"No. You know I can't, especially if you're like this." I signaled to her as she looked down.

"Like what? I'm sober." She made an effort to stand up straight but she still needed the archway for support.

"Goodnight Mikayla." I waved to the girl before she stumped her foot.

"What about a goodnight kiss?"

"Go to bed Mikayla." I made it outside and towards her car, wondering if she'd follow me outside, but hoping that she wouldn't. I sat in the vehicle for a few minutes, making sure Mikayla wasn't going to open the door and bring her wobbly self towards my house, and once I was sure she was in bed, I left, pulling just a few blocks down the road.

….

"I don't know Tawnie." We were on the set of 'So Random,' near lunchtime when my phone began to ring. The blonde next to me was flipping through her script while eating celery and sipping on a coke. I ran over to my small purple purse on the couch in the prop room, lifting the thing up to shift through it to find my phone hidden in its contents. I didn't bother to check the caller id before answering.

"Sonny Monroe speaking."

"Wow, like I wouldn't know that if I have your number." A quiet and raspy voice cracked through from the other side of the line as I sat against the couch.

"Mikayla? You sound horrible."

"No shit." The girl tried to speak louder but it only caused her to cough a bit.

"Did you need something?"

"Yes, you here, now."

"Um, that can't happen Mikayla, I'm working."

"So, blow it off for the day."

"Unlike your music career, I can't take a break whenever I want to. I have a job to do."

"SONNY!" The girl screamed, getting louder then I thought she could at the moment as Tawnie faced me.

"Girlfriend problems?" She asked, happily waiting for an answer.

"Um. I'll be back soon, cover for me?" The blonde only nodded, going back to her script as I searched my purse for Mikayla's keys. I forgot the girl was still on the phone, so once I reached the parking lot I spoke once more. "I'll be there soon. This so better be worth it."

"Blah, blah, blah, and waa-waa-waa, just get here." The phone clicked after Mikayla made those small sounds. I seriously could strangle the girl at any moment. Her new attitude was starting to get to me.

It didn't take as much time to get from the studio to Mikayla's as it did last night. It felt like we were on a never ending pitch black road, with nothing but twists and turns.

"Mikayla." I couldn't believe I was at this again. "Mikayla."

"I'm right here." The girl popped out from behind her room door, pulling her car keys from my hand as I took in her appearance. She stood in some black skinny jeans with some brown boots and a green top.

"What's the emergency?" I rose my eyebrow waiting as Mikayla shrugged.

"I don't know. I just wanted you over. I missed you."

"As opposed to what? Seeing me last night?"

"Okay Sonny don't turn into a smartass."

"Stop it." I hated the way she always seemed to make her words come out as a snappy remark. I was her girlfriend, shouldn't I be treated differently then all those other people she go up against everyday?

"Stop it." She mocked me like a three year old, as she moved towards the front door. I followed her, crossing my arms as the sun beamed down against the concrete.

"Man, last night must have been epic. I don't remember a thing. I only remember you taking my car. Don't do it again." Mikayla pointed her finger at my nose as I swatted her hand away.

"I wasn't going to let some drunk girl drive me home."

"Some drunk girl? I'm not some girl."

"You aren't EVER going to drink and drive Mikayla."

"Says you." The brunette made it off the porch and onto the sidewalk as I followed her. She was being so stubborn this morning.

"Whatever Mikayla. I have to get back to work, we're reading over the script."

"Oh boo-who, a cold read…you can miss it. Lets head over to Hannah's and egg her house."

"And the childishness continues." I roll my eyes, before sighing as Mikayla faced me. She didn't hesitate to stop me in my tracks.

"Stop being so bitchy today."

"I'm the one being bitchy? Mikayla you're the one acting as if a hangover from a previous night is so fun and dandy."

"FYI, I don't have hangovers." The girl made it over to her car, examining it as I shook my head. It was almost one thirty and the cold read of the script would start in the next half an hour.

"Mikayla can you please take me to work?"

"And what do I get for taking you?"

"A chance to still actually have a girlfriend."

"Ooo is that a threat?"

"Mikayla." I watched as the girl moved away from me and made it over to her car once more, hopping into the driver seat as I climbed into the passenger side. "Thank you."

"I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this because I care."

"You're so annoying sometimes."

"And you're annoying all the time." Mikayla started the car as I kept quiet. I wasn't in the mood to deal with her today. Her dry sarcasm made me want to smack her at times. The drive to the lot was smooth and quick, with just a few minutes to spare.

"Will you pick me up after work?" I watched the girl as she nodded.

"I guess so."

"Later Mikayla." Before I could even reach for the door handle Mikayla pulled my hand back. I faced her, my eyes studying her before she leaned into me. Normally I wouldn't kiss her, I like to let her beg, but instead, I kissed her quickly before pulling away.

"I'll catch you later."

"Sure thing."

"Sonny!" My day was picking up as I faced Chad. Apparently he thought I left my script at home although I was on set earlier, and he brought me a new one to the table.

"We're working on episode fifteen of season two…we'll start off with the check it out girls sketch." John, the producer of the show was showing us a few things here and there and everyone began going over their lines and what-not. I was busy thinking about Mikayla while trying to work at the same time, its not an easy task for me. The later it got, the higher the chance of Mikayla going out to drink. It neared five thirty when everything at work was done.

"Tawnie can I ask a favor?"

"Depends on what it is Monroe." The blonde began running her lip gloss across her lips a few times before facing me. We stood outside the studio as I sighed.

"I need a ride to Mikayla's."

"When are you going to get your own car?"

"I don't know, when my mom buys me one." I rolled my eyes as if she should already know that. We began walking towards the street as Tawnie scoffed.

"This is the last time I'm doing this. I hate to see you turn into a wreck just after six thirty every day." It was true what she was saying. I usually had to take care of Mikayla, or talk Mikayla out of doing something stupid. My life revolved around the girl, and I just wished that sooner or later my life would revolve around her. We did our usual routine, circle around the lot three times before making a right turn at the end of the block. We made it towards Mikayla's house but no sooner then we started I saw her car parked at the beach.

"Tawnie stop!" I called to the girl as she abruptly stopped in the middle of the street, almost having a car smash against her bumper.

"I'm going to kill you."

"I'm so sorry, thanks for the ride." I hopped out and ran towards the beach and past Mikayla's car and a few others before standing at the top of a steep heel. I couldn't see the girl among the sea of people below, they were all waiting for the boat festival to start. I bit my bottom lip before looking for the girl once more, calling her on the phone after my failed attempts in spotting her. A faint giggle echoed from the other end before someone other then Mikayla answered.

"Che-llo." A girl spoke up as my heart stopped for a second. I wasn't even able to answer Mikayla's phone, but before I jumped to conclusions I asked for the girl.

"Hi, this is Sonny, is Mikayla around?"

"Um, sure. Kay! Its your girlfriend." I sighed upon hearing the girl say that. Maybe I was indeed wrong to jump to conclusion, which is why I pushed my thoughts out of my head at that moment.

"Sonny?"

"Yeah its me. What are you doing at the beach?"

"What are you doing spying on me?"

"No Mikayla I'm not. I was heading to your house when I spotted your car."

"Where are you?" The girl asked as I looked around. The light poles were stained with numbers.

"I'm at light pole sixteen."

"Okay, walk over to twenty and I'll meet you there."

"How about you meet me halfway."

"Why?"

"Just do it Kayla!" I called over the phone before hanging up. I glanced over my left shoulder, before my right, as I trailed towards pole sixteen. Twenty was going to be come walk.

"SONNY!" A loud screech echoed around me as I squinted before covering my ears. A few people glanced at me and continued to walk, but others ran over trying to mingle.

"I'm sorry guys, I'm really busy." I pushed through the crowd as best as I could as I made it to the next light pole. I was fearing that I wouldn't be able to spot Mikayla through the crowd around me, but I heard another one up roaring just ahead.

"MIKAYLA!" I screamed as people began to part in front of me. The brunette seemed pissed. She stared at me, her arms crossed as she tapped her foot.

"And you wanted me to meet you!" She said as a statement before I nodded. The crowd around her was just as big, and I knew the reason. She stopped her album in the middle of recording and hasn't gone back in two weeks. I stepped up to Mikayla as she grabbed my arm, pulling me along side her. I wasn't going to show pain in front of the crowd so I did my best to make everything seem natural and normal. I whispered to the girl.

"Why are you being so mean to me?" My question was answered with an evil glare, so I only bit down on my tongue as we made it to pole twenty. There was a small tent made up and that's where we went. Inside it and everything. The people on the outside I'm sure were still crowding it but we zipped it and ignored them. The tent stood maybe six feet high with enough room for five people.

"Thanks for hurting me." I scolded the girl, yanking my arm away.

"Well I didn't want anyone knowing I was here,"

"Well you could of told me that."

"You didn't leave the room for me to say it Sonny."

I didn't want to argue, it never ended well for either of us, so I sighed and took the blame.

"Okay, I'm sorry."

"You should be."

"But Mikayla you can't keep treating me like this. Its not funny anymore, and it hurts."

"Well I'm sorry that the baby can't handle it."

"Mikayla I'm serious." I lowered my voice as the girl focused on me. She stayed quiet and so did I.

"What do you want? You want me to say that I'm sorry?"

"I want you to stop acting like an ass to me." I moved away from the girl, barley as she crossed her arms.

"If you don't want me treating you like this, you can leave."

I knew what she was trying to do, she was trying to do the same things she's been doing for the past few days.

"Mikayla please don't drink tonight."

"Why do you care?"

"I care because you're the only person that I DO care about. You can't keep doing this to yourself. If there's something wrong you should just tell me." I wasn't going to cry, although I wanted to soo badly. The tent opened and a few girls came in.

"Sup Kayla." One girl waved to her before spotting me. "No, freaking way, its Son-nay." The girl squealed, pulling me into her as I pulled back.

"I don't know you." I told the girl, shaking my head as Mikayla hit my arm. It wasn't a playful hit, it was a 'shut up' kind of thing. I tried my best to hold my composure but it was getting harder to do.

"Kayla you didn't tell me she was a firecracker." The girl said as they zipped the tent back up. I faced Mikayla before stepping into her.

"I'm going home."

"No one's stopping you."

"Kayla would you just go with me please?"

"Why? I came here to have fun."

"Because I'm not fun at all?" I asked her.

"Not when you're not giving anything up you're not."

"You're such an ass." I hit the girl on her arm before she gripped my wrist in her fingers. I swatted her away, or at least I tried, but she held on even tighter.

"Don't go this route baby, cause you'll only get hurt."

"I'm not going to keep doing this Mikayla." I knew I was on the verge of tears and she could sense it.

"You gonna' cry?"

"Kayla…please stop." I whispered those last words as she released me. I felt humiliated, standing in front of people I didn't know as I was being man-handled by my girlfriend.

"You can go now." She told me as I focused on her. In the pit of my stomach I had a bad feeling if I left her, but I was also scared that if I didn't she'd drink and do worse things then just grabbing my arm.

"Kayla please can you just go home with me? I haven't spent a moment with you alone in a long time…please." I was pleading with her, and I didn't care. No one knew about us dating but I guess her small inner circle must have known.

"If I go with you, what's gonna' happen for me."

"Please…please." I ignored her little comment as she focused on me. She finally took a deep breath and grabbed her phone and purse.

"Guess I'm leaving guys." People began making noises after Mikayla said that but I was actually happy. I held her fingers between mine and pushed our way out of the tent as the boat show started. It was getting late, near seven thirty at the time, and most of it was spent arguing, but there was no day that passed by when we didn't spend our day like that. Mikayla was driving to my house, just a few blocks from hers.

"Kayla, can we stop doing this to each other? The hurting thing? I don't like it." I was letting my heart out, I couldn't hurt anymore. Seeing her hurting herself was worse then what she did to me.

"Sonny. I love you, you know that right?"

"I want to know it." I whispered.

"Well I do love you..."

"Then show it." I quickly said as we parked in front of my house. There in all its glory was a two story house, with huge trees out front and a large black gate surrounding the perimeter.

"I try to show it Sonny, you just can't see it."

"No. Because I can't feel it. All you do is criticize me when I'm trying to help you."

"Well I'm sorry…."

"No you're not. And I'm saying this because I care about you. You need to stop drinking, and you need to go back to recording. It's the only thing that actually keeps you sane." I moved from the car as she followed me.

"But what if I'm tired of singing?"

"Are you?" I asked as she hesitated to answer. "You love it, why stop?"

"Does that count for the alcohol too?"

"Mikayla, this is serious."

"Okay, okay." She locked her car door and came over to me. "I love to sing. But I'm tired of the same sound. I've sung about having fun, being a good friend…love…but…its all the same."

"Then really use me as your inspiration." I smiled at her as she rolled her eyes.

"Use me as your inspiration."

"Mikayla." I scolded the girl before walking past her. She was going to take some work.

I have to head to Great America today, yay what fun. Kinda bummed that I'll have class tomorrow but this is something new that I'm trying, a different pairing. Its going to mess up my record on Demena's and Gabpay's but oh well. I mean its still a Demena but it has Hannah Montana in it, ewww, ha-ha. So I like this story so far, but please don't let drama fill it. It gets annoying to read after a while, or at least it does to me. But I think this story will have a great balance between it, I can feel it.