Hooray, my second multi-chapter! I hope you enjoy it. :)

Sonny's POV

Watermelons. That's what they looked like. Watermelons. They way they're all clunky and huge and green with tints of pink and red. I sneered at the shoes resting on my feet and hastily kicked them off. I plopped down in my dressing room chair in defeat. I wanted to look great for my date, not look like a fruit-sicle!

Currently, all of the shoes I had tried on had looked like fruits. My first pair looked like an apple. My second, grapes. And the next three looked exactly like bananas. I was trying to find some colorful shoes to match my colorful outfit, but obviously, to no prevail.

I looked in my mirror and sighed. Maybe I should just change my outfit. But I made the mistake of looking over at my changing area and seeing the massive piles of discarded dresses.

"Knock, knock!" A voice from outside called, disrupting my thoughts.

"I'm decent!" I yelled back.

Tawni entered the room carrying a bag. "Hey, Sonny-" She paused and surveyed her surroundings. "What in the world happened here? Did a cyclone come by and tear our dressing room apart?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "No, Tawni, I'm just getting ready for my date."

"Well, stop your worrying because look what I've got for you!" She thrust the bag at me and smiled like she'd never smiled before.

I peeked in the bag and gasped. Inside was the best pair of shoes I'd ever seen. "Tawni!" I exclaimed. "How did you know I needed a pair of shoes?"

"Oh, just my Tawni intuition," she replied simply. "And I was emptying my closet."

"This is great! Thank you so much! How can I ever repay you?"

"It's no problem. You can just owe me!" she said, her happy smile turning into a more devious one.

I laughed nervously. Being overly freaked out by Tawni's smile, I turned to the bag and pulled out the pair of shoes.

They were amazing. They were colorful, yet subtle. Interesting, yet plain. Large-looking, yet… too small.

"Tawni!" I grunted. "These shoes are too small!"

"Oh, I thought that they would fit your gigantic feet," she said sincerely.

"Well," I said, still struggling to get the shoes on, "you thought wrong." I yelled out in frustration as I gave up. The shoe dangled innocently on my toes.

"I guess we could always go back to the store where I bought the shoes." Tawni checked the clock. "Oh, wait, they're closed right now… Maybe we can go back tomorrow?"

"But my date's tonight!" I cried. "I guess I could keep looking for the perfect pair of shoes."

Tawni took one look at my watermelon shoes and said, "I don't think that you'll be able to find any. Those look horrible."

"Or I could change my dress."

She looked over at my piles of clothes and said, "Good luck with that."

I buried my head in my legs. "Ugh, I'll never be ready in time!"

Tawni sat down next to me and hovered a hand over my shoulder. Finally after a moment of hesitation, she patted me consolingly. "It's okay, Sonny. Isn't tomorrow the date you want to be the best? After all, isn't that your first year anniversary?"

I looked at her incredulously. "You remembered?"

"Of course I did, silly! It's been a year since I've been mad at you for dating Chad!"

I smiled meekly. "Well, at least you remembered."

"Now, come on!" Tawni cried, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me up. "Shape up and be happy! He'll be here any moment!" She went over to her closet. "Now, what size shoe are you?"

"Size eight," I said, a bit cautious about what Tawni was preparing.

The room was silent except for the sound of Tawni scampering around in her closet. "Aha, found it!" she said in a few moments.

The next thing I knew, a pair of shoes were flying at my face. "Ow!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry! Now, try those on!"

I shoved the shoes on with bated breath. "They fit!"

"Yay!"

"But, don't you think they're a bit… not colorful?"

"Sonny," Tawni said, sitting back down next to me, "when you're wearing a dress like that, the only option is to wear shoes that don't make my eyes want to pop out and shrivel up."

"Well, thanks Tawni," I said honestly.

"No prob. Just remember, you owe me!"

"Sure."

A knock on the door interrupted our conversation. "Hey, hey, Chad in the house!"

"Come on in!" I called. I turned to Tawni. "Vamoose!" I whispered, pointing to the other door.

"Right," she said. "Good luck and goodbye!"

Tawni ran to the other door and exited right as Chad came in. "Wow, Sonny," he said, his voice soft. "You look amazing. I love your shoes."

I smiled. "Thanks! You don't look half bad as well."

"Thanks. I hope you didn't spend too much time our your outfit."

I jumped over to my changing area and quickly shut the curtains around it. "When have I ever done that?"

He held out an arm. "Well, are you ready to go?"

I took his arm. "I'm always ready to go."

I smiled to myself. This date was going to be perfect.

We arrived at the restaurant just in time to get our seats. Being the gentleman that he was, Chad pulled out my chair for me and pushed me in.

"Thanks, Chad!" I said.

"Your welcome," he smiled back.

He ordered for us when the waiter came by. He claimed that he knew what was the best thing on the menu.

"So," he said, "are you excited for tomorrow?"

"Of course I am! How could I not be excited for our anniversary? I even got you something."

"Ooh, presents! Gimme!"

"You'll just have to until tomorrow!" I said in sing-song fashion.

"You're just lucky that you're cute," Chad murmured.

"Are you threatening me?" I said slyly.

Chad leaned in close to me. "Of course I am," he said dangerously quiet, then kissed my forehead.

I giggled instinctively. Chad grew a smirk on his face. "I… I just thought of something funny!" I lied. I picked up one of the breadsticks and flopped it around manically. "Rubber breadstick!" I said.

"Whatever you say, Sonny," Chad said, a look in his eyes telling me he wasn't buying any of it. I quickly shoved the breadstick into my mouth.

Chad stretched back and put his arms around his head. "I can't believe that I've been dating the greatest girl in the world for a full year!"

"Don't get your hopes up," I said teasingly.

"Now, are you threatening me?" Chad said, raising an eyebrow.

I leaned in close to him. "Of course I am," I said, as quietly as he had before.

"Your voice…" he murmured. "It's giving me chills. But I'm not sure if they're good or bad."

"I would say good… but then I couldn't say bad." I replied, with a smirk growing on my face.

His eyes darkened. He was about to say something when our waiter came back.

"Our apologies, sir," he said, "but we are all out of filet mignon. May I interest you in our special tonight, the spicy chicken alfredo?"

"Sure," Chad said, obvious disappointment on his face at the idea of not getting his steak.

"Once again, I apologize," the waiter said, bowing to us. When he lifted his head, he got a better look at us. "Oh, my!" he exclaimed. "You two are Chad Dylan Cooper and Sonny Munroe, are you not?"

"Uh, yeah, we are," I said uncomfortably.

"My niece loves your shows! Wait… Sonny Munroe!" The waiter's eyes grew large and he suddenly rushed into the kitchen.

"That was bizarre." Chad stated. I nodded my agreement.

We sat around and made mushy small talk. We didn't see the waiter again until he brought out our food. "Two spicy chicken alfredos for the Chad Dylan Cooper and the Sonny Munroe."

"Hey, thanks my man!" Chad said, reaching out for his dish.

"No!" the waiter exclaimed. "That is not your dish! This is for the lovely Sonny."

"Thank you," I replied. But I couldn't help feel weird that this one had to be my dish. Chad gave me a look that told me he was thinking the same thing.

"Enjoy," the waiter said then walked away, but not before he bumped into a nearby table.

"Well," Chad said, picking up his dish. "Here's to us."

I picked up my plate, too, and we clanged ours together. "Cheers!" we both said, and then we both took a bite.

I suddenly dropped my fork in pain. My throat was starting to constrict and I could hardly breath. My chest was starting heave and I was trying my hardest to cough, but my lungs wouldn't let me. Every inch of my body was drenched in pain, and I was starting to lose consciousness.

"Sonny!" I heard Chad call. "Sonny, are you alright?"

I tried to call out for help, but my throat wouldn't let me. There had to be something in my food that I was allergic to. I had gone into anaphylactic shock.

I could feel every eye of the restaurant diners watching me, and Chad's cries were starting to get more intense. "Sonny!" he cried out. "Sonny, say something! Anything! Please!"

Someone came running out of the kitchen. "I may be a chef, but I was a doctor before! Move, please!"

A calm hand touched my shoulder. "We're going to help you," the chef said. "You're going to be okay." The last thing I remembered before blacking out was the face of someone I thought I knew.

The world was black. I was on a pump of something, but I wasn't sure of what. By the smell, I gathered that I was in a hospital of some sort. But what bothered me the most was the commotion that went on outside. Weren't hospitals supposed to be quiet?

"I'm from Tween Weekly!" one person cried out. "Tell me, what's the verdict about Miss Munroe?"

"Is she going to make it?" another person yelled. A bunch of other people started to ask the same question. I heard the clicks of a few cameras, too.

"Quiet, please!" the voice of the chef from the restaurant shouted. "I will answer all of your questions momentarily. But I will answer the one you all want to know the most." He cleared his throat.

I'm not sure what happened next. I felt like I was floating away, away from reality. But even though my eyes were closed, I knew it wasn't a dream, because the next sentence the chef said was so unexpected, so shocking, that it had no choice but to be real.

"Sonny Munroe is dead."

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