Hi :) My name's Katy. And I do not own Sonny with a Chance. But if I did the second season would have been much better- like the first season :) Also, this oneshot is kind of out of character. The whole Hollywood thing isn't part of it. Enjoy!

Everything in italics is in the past

Moonlight

I can hear the snow crunching underneath my feet, as I walk alone, to my special spot in the park. I sit down on the bench, stare at the stars and the moon, trying to stop myself from crying. Trying to stop thinking about what happened a few hours ago. Trying to remember the good times instead, like pranking each other, teasing each other, things that best friends do. However much I try though, I keep going back to what happened earlier.

You're at your locker, talking with some of your guy friends. I slowly walk up. I don't want to interrupt, but you're my ride home. You and your friends don't notice as I stand behind waiting for a moment to speak. You look upset. I hear one of your friends, Jake, start to talk. "Come on Chad. We all know you like her. Just admit it."

"Like who? "I think.

You suddenly speak. "Look, Sonny doesn't matter to me! She never has! End of discussion."

I gasp. You whirl around. "Sonny, Sonny!" You call after me, but it's too late, I'm already running out the door. How could he say that about me? Was our friendship a total joke to him?

My phone starts buzzing. "Chad" it says on the screen. I let it go to voicemail, and listen once he's done leaving a message.

"Sonny? Please pick up. Look, I'm sorry. You didn't hear the whole conversation. Gosh, Sonny, I thought you of all people would think this through, before avoiding me!"

You call six more times before I answer.

"Sonny?

"What Chad?"

"Will you please just listen to me?"

"No. Just…just leave me alone. Please."

"Son.." I hang up on him.

"Hey." My head jerks up from the bench I'm sitting on. It's you. "What are you doing here?" I think. All I want is a moment of peace in the moonlight. No fighting, talking, or you.

You sense this. You say, "Mind if I sit down?"

I don't respond. You sit next to me anyhow. I scoot away from you.

You sigh, "Look, I know I screwed up. I'm sorry. Will you please talk to me?"

"Saying sorry doesn't mean you are."

"I know."

You sigh again, put your elbows on your knees, then jolt back up and run your hands through your short blonde hair. You're nervous. "Look, I wasn't trying to insult you. It was a joke! It's what we do! I tease you, you make fun of me. We have soap wars. We fight about nothing for hours!

I turn to look at you. "You know what we don't do though? We don't act like we care about each other, and then tell our friends I don't matter! At all!"

You look at me. Regret is in your eyes. "I know. I'm sorry! They put me on the spot!"

"Really? How so?" I start mocking you.

You look down, avoiding my eyes. "They asked me if I loved you." You look back up at me, and I can't stop staring at you. "I can't explain, I know it's not a good excuse, but I couldn't handle telling them the truth. So I lied."

I'm speechless. There were times our friends would bring it up. They thought we were meant to be. I never knew what to say, what to think. I didn't think either of us did.

I can't open my mouth, but you're expecting an answer. "What's the truth?" I ask quietly, almost afraid of the answer.

You look at me long and hard bracing up the courage to speak. "The truth? I do."

Well? That was my *gasp* first story that I've posted on here! What do you think?