Hey everyone! So, this is the sequel to an amazing story called 'The Award' by carebearfrost. I highly suggest reading that first before taking a look at this, or you will be extremely confused. But I won't stop you from trying! This is a collaborative effort, as carebearfrost and I have both been working on this for a few days. I hope y'all like it, and please review if you can! We're anxious to see what you have to say! :)

~Emily&Emily

It was colder out there—freezing almost—as a pale young girl gathered her stack of thick, rigid text books into her arms and took off down the street before the storm started.

The weather had been awful in the small state of Wisconsin the last few weeks, and Sonny Munroe didn't know why. All she knew was that the books she had just purchased for university were getting soaked by the inconvenient rain that was pounding, droplet after droplet, on her wavy black hair creating dark, salty spots on the clothes she had just washed.

She breathed a heavy sigh of relief as she clambered into her beaten down Saturn and slammed the door shut, protecting herself from the lightening that threatened to illuminate the sky. Her books were soaked through, and she cursed under her breath; five hundred dollars down the drain.

She put the keys in the ignition, praying that this time her car would turn on and she could make it home safely. All she wanted was a bowl of hot soup and a quiet study session; university was tough enough without having little disruptions here and there from the Aunt and Uncle she was staying with. They were great people- the kind who took their crying, lonely niece into their home four years past when she showed up at their door one fateful night with nothing but an exhausted car, an empty gas tank and a duffel bag- but they were growing old, and were becoming a nuisance to the aspiring school teacher.

With one last hopeful twist, the old automobile shook awake and took a frustrated, moody Sonny home to her family.

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Rain.

Must it always rain in this town?

The young actor sighed and ran a finger through his hair as he watched the
rain droplets slide down his window, colliding with others as they made their slow descent. Rain always unnerved him for some reason. He used to love the rain, but then, around four years ago, he started hating it. For Chad Dylan Cooper, rain always brought sadness. Whether it was bad news, bad timing, bad traffic, it didn't matter. Rain never came without bringing something awful along with it.

"Chad?" A voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Chad focused his attention back to Emiline. "Are you alright?" she urged, her green eyes shining with concern. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and looked at him with sympathetic eyes.

Chad smiled faintly, "Yeah . . . I'm fine. Let's go."

Stepping out of his new multi-million dollar car, Chad swung his jacket over his shoulder and held a hand out for his companion, "Shall we?"

Emiline smiled. "We shall.," she said. His heart squeezed painfully at the sudden memory of Son-

No.

Don't think about it.

Chad shook his head sharply as he and his girlfriend of two years ran quickly inside the Beach Grove, their favourite beach-side restaurant, to avoid being pelted by raindrops.

Emiline laughed and shook out her long, brown hair. "Well," she said lightly, giggling. "I guess this means we can't go to the beach."

See? Rain ruins everything.

Chad glanced outside the foggy window and flashbacks of that horrible night attacked his mind. Chad could feel his mood beginning to darken. He knew he shouldn't dwell on the past -especially as long as 4 years back- but the heartbreak and pain was still so strong, sometimes Chad would wonder how he ever recovered.

No, stop it, Chad instructed himself firmly. you have Emiline, your gorgeous, funny, nice,
caring girlfriend of two years. She only lasted seven months. She shouldn't
matter.

But, the sad thing is, she did.

For the first year after she left, Chad did nothing except mope around. He barely made it in time for Mackenzie Falls rehearsals and as a result of the whole situation, the show's ratings dropped.
The next year, Mackenzie Falls ended, and Chad realized that he had to get his act together. As soon as he did this, he landed a movie deal, and a girlfriend. That movie ended, but the opportunities didn't. Movie after movie, after interview after commercial, after TV series, making CDC more famous than ever.

With everything Chad had, that funny brunette shouldn't have been crossing his mind at all.

But the thoughts of her never ceased.

Chad quickly shook his head and smiled at Emiline as they sat at their usual table, trying to rid all thoughts of Son - her - out of his head. He should be happy. His life was perfect, his girlfriend was perfect, and his career was perfect.

Just…perfect…

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Sonny stared at herself in the mirror. Her long hair was dripping wet and her dark makeup was smudged under her eyes. The storm she was caught in definitely took its toll on her appearance. She toyed with the ends of her hair and sighed, remembering when she had first dyed it; remembering the hurt, the pain, the sorrow that occurred before her breakdown. And all because of—

She stopped herself. She wouldn't say that name.

"Sonny!" a crackled voice called from the bottom of the stairs. Sonny sighed and reached for a dry t-shirt.

"Yes?" she shouted back.

"SONNY!" it called again. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Coming," she mumbled. As she walked out of the bathroom and past her room, a heart-wrenchingly familiar glint caught her eye. She stopped for a second and glanced at it. The tiny golden statue- the small materialistic item that had haunted her for four years; that attacked her in her dreams- glared at her with chrome eyes. An arrow of pain pierced her chest, and she gasped.

The Emmy, the award that had caused so much pain, so much chaos, too much heartbreak, smirked at her retreating figure.