Disclaimer: Okay I don't own SWAC…so that's about it….oh, and this is totally standard for all of my chapters…lol

Paranoid

The house we had bought was quaint, to say the least. It had lavish rooms and a grand staircase that looked liked it belonged in a palace, but I wasn't buying it. My parents, Allison 'Sonny' Monroe and Shane Grey, were barely home. So, this isn't a home, because no one is here to enjoy with me.

I wandered the halls, mindlessly, while my parents were out. My dad, was out in the recording studio, and my mom had flown out to New York for Saturday Night Live. So, it was just me in the house…alone.

Although I did feel like someone was following me from behind. So, I turned trying to see who it was, but frowned at the sight of nothing there. I kept walking, though, glancing back every once in awhile to see if someone was there, but no one ever was.

I was getting pretty creeped out by the time I had reached my room. I moved swiftly across the floor towards the large bay window on the right side of my room. When I reached my destination I sat down quietly and peered out the window. And though I wasn't looking for anything, I saw a male's face appear against the glass.

I shook my head, hoping that my eyes were just playing a trick one me, or that I was just being paranoid, but it was still there. It was the face of a 17 year old, I think. He had blonde, windswept, hair and amazing grey-blue eyes. He was gorgeous, no doubt, but he couldn't really be there.

I turned my head away from the cool glass pane to see the figure standing in front of me. I let out a small scream of terror at the sight, but I couldn't be upset at the sight of him.

"Sonny" He breathed as his sweet voice turned knots in my stomach.

"No" I said shaking my head. I wasn't Sonny, but she was my mother…

"Who are you?" He asked intrigued

"I'm Kennedy Mackenzie Grey" I stated, seeing him cringe as I said my middle name.

"Are you okay?" I asked noticing the color fade away from his eyes.

"I'm sorry I thought you were her, you two look so much alike" He said ruffling his hair with his hands.

"It's okay" I said quietly

"I'm sorry to have bothered you" He said sincerely turning away from me and starting to fade away with each step.

"Wait!" I called out, not wanting him to leave.

He turned back around, acknowledging my call.

"What's your name?" I asked softly

"My name isn't important anymore, but if you must know it's Chad Dylan Cooper" And I gasped as I heard him say that. I remembered when mom would tell me all of her stories, and how she would stop and pause every time his name was mentioned. Occasionally, on the rare day, we would visit his grave, and every time my mother would look at me and say… 'He was my best friend, whether he knew it or not. Gosh, I missed him so much those first few months, and even before I had met your dad I had decided that when I had a kid one day, his or her name would be Mackenzie…in honor of him'.

"My mother…named me after you" I spoke softly recalling those moments in my head.

"A lot of people named their kids after me" He stated cockily

"But she was different than most people…she named me after your character…she always said that was her way of remembering you" I said as he realized something

"Who are your parents?" He asked suddenly, his voice strong, demanding an answer.

"My father is Shane Grey and my mother…is Allison…'Sonny'… Monroe" I said, my speech faltering, and his eyes lit up at the sound of her name.

"So, you're really her" He said happily, as I tried to comprehend what he meant by that.

"What do you mean by I'm really her?" I asked confused.

"When I died they said that I was to be stuck here until I found the one I truly love…and you're so much like her. It's like looking in a mirror. You're the one" He said putting emphasize on the last word in the sentence.

"Chad…I hate to burst your bubble here, but I think you're in love with my mom, not me" I said putting my hands up in defense

"But the other thing that they told me was that I would be able to see the 'one' clearly. I would be able to talk to her, I would be able to be seen by her. And I can only talk to you, I can only be seen by you. I can't be seen by Sonny" He said exasperated

"Well, maybe that's because she's barely home" I suggested getting a little uncomfortable with this conversation.

"I was here the day you moved in. I know it's not Sonny because I've tried to talk to her, I've tried to communicate with her, but I can't. As much as I want to think that she's the one…she's not…" He said dryly

"But I can't be the 'one'" I stressed

"But you are" he argued back at me

"But I'm not"

"But you are"

"Fine…what if I am the 'one'" I said putting fake quotes around my head as the said the last word.

"Then you'll have to put up with me until you believe it, too. Then I'll leave…I'll leave you and your family alone, because I just have to find the one I truly love, before I can full fill all the requirements to leave the Earth and move on" He said sitting down next to me.

"Fine" I said exasperated

"Fine?"

"Good?"
"Oh, we are so good" He said as the sweet melody of his laughter filled the room.

"What's so funny?" I asked, confused

"It's just that Sonny and I used to do that, too" He said

"Wow…" I said peering at him

"That's what I really loved about her…how even with our one worded conversations, she could always make my day. And now you're doing it, too" He said smiling and I realized that maybe this could actually work…because with each minute I spent with him I could feel myself falling, slowly, for him.

Sorry for the oocness, but I think it just shows that he's grown up in a way since his death.

Silent. Symphonies

~a~