~Prologue~

The average Saturday in spring for Sonny Monroe and Tawni Hart. Both of them tending to Sonny's garden in front of her Californian cottage home. Sweat dripping down into the dry soil as the sat on their legs putting pink petunias into the ground. Then when they finished out front they go outback into Sonny's private backyard to let her dog, Cookie run around as they lounged by the pool.

But today was different. And it marked the day the girls long friendship come to a close. Tawni was dating Chad Dylan Cooper, Sonny's true love that had gone away after three long years. So Tawni uncomfortably stopped planting and took off her paisley gloves and sighed.

"Sonny", Tawni said shakily. Sonny patted the soil around the small Lavender and then looked up into her friend's blue eyes. "I have to tell you something".

"Are you pregnant", Sonny asked raising an eyebrow with a smirk. Tawni rolled her eyes and scratched the back of her neck awkwardly.

"I think I'm in love", Tawni said with a small giggle. Sonny's eyes widened. With who, she thought. "With Chad".

Sonny couldn't believe it. The guy she was secretly dating was cheating on her with her best friend? Sonny had to tell her right then and there. She couldn't stop herself now. She could fell her word vomit coming up already. She always did this with her blabber mouth. (A/N:Sorry for the mean girls reference. Love that movie).

"But Chad's my boyfriend", Sonny kind of whisper-shouted. Tawni's jaw dropped suddenly and she smirked then snorted.

"I know in your little "Sonny Land" with unicorns and cheddar rainbows, Chad is your prince. But, in the real world he's all mine", Tawni said jokingly. Sonny shot daggers and glared icy coldly.

"No Tawni. Chad and I have been dating for a year now", Sonny snapped. Tawni scrunched her nose in disgust.

"He spends every day with me", Tawni said dreamily rubbing it in Sonny's face.

"And every night with me", Sonny said placing her hands on her hips.

"Well fine".

"Fine".

"Good".

"Stop. I can't be friends with somebody that would do something that bad to me".

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From: Emma Grace Anastasia (I'm editing my last name) Ribber