A/N: HELLO! :D I finally got another idea to write! Next week is midterms, but I should be able to finish this story before then. I'll update "You Are The Only One" as soon as I can. Sorry for the wait. Oh, and my apologies for this chapter being so short.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. Not Sonny With A Chance, not Story Of Us, nuh-thing. :(

Chad's POV

"Cut! Good job, everyone. Take a break, we'll continue after lunch." said our director.

Chastity looked at me and smiled awkwardly and walked away, out of breath. We'd just finished a huge make-out scene between Mackenzie and Chloe. It was strictly professional, of course, but it felt weird to be kissing anyone so soon after my breakup with Sonny.

As everyone cleared the set, I stood in a daze, thinking about a song I'd heard earlier on the radio…

I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us,

How we met and the sparks flew instantly.

People would say, "They're the lucky ones."

All of Taylor Swift's songs are pretty amazing. I mean, does the girl ever sleep? …What was I talking about? Oh. Right. The song.

I was baffled at how accurately it described me. Back when Sonny and I were dating, I, uh… I really thought she'd be the one. The one girlfriend I'd have for more than a week or two; the one who could change me; the one I'd end up marrying… But I guess I got a little ahead of myself.

I walked into the cafeteria got my lunch. When I turned around to find a place to sit, my eyes automatically went to the Randoms' table. All of them stared at me, all except Sonny.

I used to know my place was the spot next to you.

Now I'm searchin' the room for an empty seat,

'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on.

Acting as if I hadn't seen them, I started walking to the rest of my cast. Just as I walked past the Randoms' table, Sonny's gaze caught mine. Right when I opened my mouth to say hello, she looked away. Suddenly, Portlyn walked up to me and said, "Chad, you have lip gloss on your mouth." I mentally smacked myself for not checking before I left the set. Portlyn just flounced over to the table and sat down.

Oh, a simple complication, miscommunications lead to fall out.

So many things that I wish you knew.

So many walls up, I can't break through.

That award… That stupid "Tween Choice" award. It ruined everything. It started the chain reaction. I wished I could explain to Sonny that I was sorry for what I did to her and her cast… Well, mostly just her, but I figured if I'd get a chance to apologize, it wouldn't hurt to include them in it too.

But I doubted I'd ever get the chance. She'd barely even look at me now.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking.

And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah.

It was excruciatingly painful to believe that Sonny couldn't stand to be around me. It's like I could actually feel my heart physically shattering into nothing but a pile of dust.

I guess both of our casts could feel the tension, because they all just kind of uncomfortably stayed where they were. After a few seconds of contemplation, I sat down with the rest of Mack Falls. Both of our tables ate our lunches in complete silence.

I don't what to say since the twist of fate when it all broke down.

And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

Next chapter.