hey guys, sorry about the other story. i'm working on it, though it's hard for me to finish, i've been thinking of other scenarios, plus i've been working pretty hard considering i'm graduating high school in about 3 months :o .. anyways, enough about me. i've decided to make a new story, and i'm hoping you'll like it just as much as i do.

I strolled into the studio, my phone in one hand, along with my shoulder purse hanging off my shoulder. I was carrying a latte Tawni picked me up from starbucks. She followed behind, holding powder a mirror in front of her face, looking at her complexion, as she observed each angle of her face. She held her coffee in the other hand, keeping no focus at all. She hasn't been watching where she's and I can already see someone about to bump into her in 3 seconds. 3 , 2, 1.

Her mirror dropped, as did her purse and coffee, "Ugh! Jerk!" She yelled at the man walking still, after her items fell from her hands. I rolled my eyes,

"Tawn, this is almost a daily occurrence," I kneeled down, picking up her things that fell out of her purse and placing them back into her purse, along with the mirror, "you think maybe you could wait to look in the mirror when we get to the lot." I handed my latte too her, as hers spilt on the ground. I grabbed a wet floor sign from beside the trash can that was behind us, and put it where the spilt coffee was. She fixed her hair, and brushed it off. She sipped the latte, clenching her lips at the unworthy taste that I had set it up with.

I glared at her, before she could speak, "Sorry I prefer less sugar." I stated. She tossed the latte in the next trash can we passed, and adjusted her purse.

"Fuck, I guess we're just gonna have to get cafe coffee instead." She sighed out, as we walked down the north hall.

"You know, back in Wisconsin no one at my school ever liked cafe food, and I didn't get it, because cafe food really isn't that bad." I said cheerfully. I put my phone in my purse, as we began to reach the doors of the cafe.

"You poor poor soul," Tawni tapped my shoulder in sympathy. My eyes glued to the ceiling from her smart ass remark. Tawni removed her large lensed sun glasses, and placed them over her head as we entered the cafe. It appeared to me that Chad was the only one in here along with Tawni and I, and I could already feel bad vibes as his snooty comments were already forming into his head. His eyes moved slowly, as he stared at us both then proceeded to making up his food.

Tawn sat down at the two seater table, placing her things down. She pulled out her circular powder mirror, and proceeded to look at herself before the day begun. "You know what I like." She commented, suggesting for me to go make her coffee.

I laughed, "S'cuse me?" I started to walk to the buffet table, "I just about gave up my latte for you, and you're telling me to make your next coffee. You're lucky I'm nice, bitch." I glared, before turning around the enter the commissary.

I grabbed 2 large cups, placing them under the roasted coffee machine. I pressed a button for it to fill up for me, and I turned my head, seeing chad as his stance was wobbly, and he was quiet without a word,

"No insults this morning?" I asked, in a joking, and sarcastic manner.

He laughed, but kept his focus on his toast that he had been buttering. It was a slow buttering process, and his knees kept giving out. I raised my eyebrow, turning back at my coffee cup, and seeing that it was full, I put the next cup under it, then pressed the button again. A stench of vodka travelled under my nose, and I could tell it was coming from behind. The cup finished and I grabbed both of them, and walked to the table beside him where the sugar was located, with the milk and other necessities.

I looked up at him, observing his appearance knowing of course the smell is from none other but himself. His lips were chapped, and his skin looked pale. I'm confused and a little worried, I grabbed the sugar in one of the tins that was on the table, and poured it into the cup,

"I think this is the quietest you've ever been," I said in a sarcastic voice.

He shrugged, and looked at me, as I looked at him, "Take a picture, Munroe" he said in a muttered, and whispered speech, almost as though he couldn't get it out. The blank second of looking at me was enough for me to notice his bloodshot eyes, and dark circles under them,

I grabbed his arm, and had him face me, "What's up?" I asked, confused at his appearance, and the way he had done himself up today. His tie wasn't properly tightened, and his dress shirt was wrinkled. His appearance was haggard. He rolled his eyes,

"Personal shit, I guess." He said in a hoarse, raspy voice. I was in shock at to how he took care of himself this morning. The usual flipped hair, and spiked sides wasn't properly attended too, and it put me in a different mind state at to how he was doing. I guess I never really thought about his personal life, and how he's a human being too with issues of his own. He comes off as everything's perfect in his life, and I never stop to think he could be dealing with life difficulty.

I stuttered before I spoke, as I looked at his beat up posture, "I-I'm here to talk," I stated in a concerned manner. He laughed slightly, and nodded,

"I'm fine," he let out a soft burp from his throat, and smiled slightly before leaving. I watched him as he left, keeping his head down at his tray of food, and one hand placed in the pocket of his khakis. I looked down at the coffee, proceeding as I thought about the encounter I had just dealt with. Should I involve myself? He seems out of whack and definitely out of place.. This better not bug at me all the day...

Chad's P.O.V

I opened my eyes to a blurry view of the ceiling. It adjusted slowly. My hand was placed behind my head and the other was holding the last of my Texas Mickey of vodka. I sighed, as I adjusted myself up from the couch. My head was pounding. I can't take another night of my mothers drunken stupors, mixed with mine. I placed my hands upon my eyes, yawning into my bottom palms, and closing my eyes into the top of my fingers. I reached over behind me, grabbing the little bit of vodka that was left in the bottle. I twisted the cap off, throwing it behind me, and taking back the rest. I clenched my teeth, as it burned the back of my throat, and I threw the bottle behind me as well. My head was spinning at a maximum speed, and my stomach was burning of alcohol and acid. I reached upon the coffee table, grabbing the pack of smokes I had sitting beside the ashtray. I lit one up, and smoked it as I sat back on the couch, and woke myself up, looking around.

I finished the smoke, putting it out in the ash tray in front of me. I stood up from the couch, and waltzed my way to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, observing the dark circles under my eyes. My stomach turned at my appearance. I shrugged, fixing my tie but hardly putting in the effort I usually give. I had the feeling of failure, though I had failed nothing. I shrugged at fixing myself up at this current time.

I stepped out of the bathroom, and grabbed the phone from the off the table, along with the keys that belong to my car and house. I might as well get something to eat before this dreadful day starts. I couldn't keep a steady walk, no matter how normal I felt inside my head, the outside was just an obstacle course.

I made my way inside of the commissary, putting toast in the toaster, coffee down and cereal to pour as well. Two familiar women's voice were heard outside in the hallway, and I prepared for any socializing that I may have to encounter. I don't even want to speak. Blondie and Munroe walked in, as I felt a vibe empower over me. I couldn't explain what vibe, but it felt like a safe one. Why might that be, I don't know. I turned my eyes towards them where I made a swift eye contact with Sonny. She kept talking to Tawni, as they both bitched about something that's not going to matter later on anyways. Man sometimes I just want to tell Tawni to stop whining about everything in her life. Then again, who am I one to talk. Somedays I could be that way too, but at least I'm aware. I kept these thoughts going on in my head, and couldn't focus on what was in front of me. The spins were getting to me, but I could get through it.

Sonny walked up from behind me, at the coffee machine. I grabbed my toast, and began buttering it. I half assed it, but I really don't care I just need to eat, "No insults this morning?" She said jokingly. I fake laughed, and proceeded what I had been doing. My throat is sore, and talking is to only be worth it.

She finished pouring the cups of coffee and I could see her perceive my appearance. She grabbed the sugar packet, flicking it, as she looked at me. "Take a picture, Munroe." I was annoyed but my voice was sore, and if I had said it any louder, I know she would get worried, and bring herself into my business. After looking at her, her expression differed. Looking in her eyes always makes me nervous. I grabbed my things after looking at her, and attempted to walk the other way, but of course she grabbed my arm,

"What's up?" she tried to look into my eyes, but I had to look away. No one needs to know my personal issues, and I won't be telling anyone even if it's my weakness.

"Personal shit, I guess." it hurt to speak as clear as I attempted, and my head was pounding from the pressure I put upon myself to speak. I could hear my rough voice on her end, and I could see her eyes changing perspective.

She told me she was here to talk. I smiled.. I need to hear that but I won't take the offer. I'm Chad Dylan Cooper for fuck sakes. I don't need to be giving out details about my personal life to one day end up on the tween weekly. I'll solve my own issues even if it means binge drinking for 3 days straight. I told her I was fine then proceeded to take my tray of food back to my dressing room. Maybe I'll gain some energy today and clean myself up for the next rehearsal after today. I could feel her watching me as I proceeded out of the commissary. I kept my head down, and kept to myself. I needed to focus on walking in a straight line, and playing it cool.

Sonny's P.O.V

A while after making Tawni and I our coffees, and running into Chad, I decided to go back to the dressing room before rehearsal. I pulled out my studies from class, and read up on a new chapter were reading in math on pi and sigma bonds. I sighed, as I read upon all the equations drawn out on the page. I couldn't focus though I was deep into thought about Chad. It was weird seeing him that way. It's not everyday someone as cocky, and arrogant as him is weak and frail, and showing it.

I took a moment to realize I was in a daze, and not even studying. Knew this was going to effect my day. Ugh. I stood up, putting my book of studies down. I grabbed my phone, looking at the time. Rehearsals are in an hour. I could make it to the other lot in time to check up on him, and then come back. Maybe see if talking could help. I'm good at getting peoples feelings out and on the open. It's a piece of cake. The door opened and Tawni came through with Zora and Nico. Nico was eating a sandwich, and Zora was holding a yo-yo. I'd better socialize before running out,

"Hey guys!" I waved as they came in the door, and I put the rest of my studies away,

"We were think-" Nico choked, then coughed, as he took a bite of his sandwich upon attempting to speak to me. I stared at him, a little disgusted as to why he didn't just finish the sandwich instead of grossing me out,

I put my hand up, "Tawni, care to talk before Nico chokes to death?" I laughed a little,

She rolled her eyes, "We were thinking of going out for some ice cream before rehearsal, would you wanna join us?"

I played with my fingers thinking about Chad and if I should go see him. Maybe I will after rehearsal. I shrugged, giving them a fake smile, "And will Grady be joining us on this journey?" I asked, looking out the door for a sign of him around.

"He's answering phone calls for Marshall," Zora laughed,

I nodded, "Alright, well. Let's go, guys."

hope you guys enjoyed it! comment to let me know you read it, so i can make more. xox