Disclaimer: I owned SWAC the other day, but my friend told me I was lying to myself. She was correct.
This is my first fanfic and my first try ever at 2nd PoV so sorry if it's not great.
You are the naïve good girl from Wisconsin.
You are the bubbly, happy one.
You should be able to light up a whole room with just one smile.
But you have finally cracked.
Now everyone pities you and you hate it. But it's your fault.
You've learned to deal with the constant stares, the sad smiles, the whisperings of Sonny (though these days, that name doesn't fit you) in conversations.
It's been this way for a year now. Since you got that phone call. The horrible phone call that turned Sonny into Cloudy. It changed your life for the worse.
You remember it clearly, vividly.
*Ring Ring*
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Sonny Munroe?"
"Yup, that's me!"
"I have some bad news for you, you might want to hurry down to the hospital."
"What, why? What happened?"
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but your friend Chad Dylan Cooper has just died in a car wreck."
You remember dropping the phone speechless. Before you knew it you were at the hospital balling, holding Chad's hand whispering I love you over and over again.
No one could comfort you. You wouldn't let anyone near your Chad for days. The doctors had to pry you away from him.
You didn't attend the funeral. You just couldn't handle it.
A year later you still haven't taken it all in. You believe he will come waltzing in through the door any moment to do your usual "fine fine, good good" argument.
You put up an act for your show. You can't let your fans see you like this.
One evening after performing some sketches Tawni pushed you out of your shared dressing room demanding you do something other than mope.
As you are driving around you pull up to his home. Slowly, cautiously, you make your way to the door. His mother lets you inside telling you to go explore Chad's room.
Not wanting to disturb his haven, but not wanting to disobey his mother even more you enter the room. It's blue, that color that reminds you of him.
You stumble upon a journal. Blue, it's the same blue as his eyes.
You carefully open the journal to be welcomed with Chad's familiar writing. You soak it in, enjoying seeing something of him.
You skim through it, stopping just to read a few snippets. When you near the end you spot your name. Sonny. Excited but frightened as to what it might say you peek down at the surrounding sentences.
He loves you. He really loves you. (A/N: Should I have put loved?) Emotions start to swarm and you feel devastated yet happy and content.
You sat there for who knows how long contemplating those words. If he loves you, then why are you letting yourself become a person Chad wouldn't have loved. Why are you being so unlike Sonny? You decide from this moment on to be yourself again so Chad can look down and see the girl he fell in love with, not a depressed girl.
You replace the journal and then hop into your car and drive back to the studios.
With a big genuine smile on your face you enter your dressing room where Tawni is sitting.
"What the heck happened to you?"
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