Breakeven Channy few shot.
Chapter 1 :
The light shown through the prophouse windows... only to shine on Sonnys lifeless face. She'd been like this for days now, only leaving the sanity the couch brought her for twenty minute intervals. She was depressed beyond belief, even enough to stop bickering with chad. It had been weeks since the last 'fine fine good good' fight they'd had and everyone around so random was actually missing it. Some called it flirting, others friendly bickering, well what ever it was, was missing from Condor Studios completly, having left with the dismissal of James.
Chad had blamed James from the begining, yet noone believed him due to his accusatory behavior towards anyone who spoke to Sonny. Portlynn had finally cracked and told chad he had to do soemthing about this little problem. This is where the story begins...
Chads dressing room...
" Portyln, I said to never come into my dressing room." said Chad. He sat infront of a large mirror, various brushes and hairbrushes displaced around the otherwise clean room.
" Chad, I understand that, but I need to tell you something. Its about Sonny" Portlyn watched as his features calmed over as though the mere mention of her name brough him relief.
" She's become so depressed lately. I've been talking to nico, and he says that even the 'Randoms' as you call them, miss your flirting." she spoke quickly as though trying to rush over certain parts..
" Its not flirting," he countered, but it brought a smile to his face as though recollecting a memory. " Aw.. I always thought it annoyed them. That was the point you know." he added smugly. Portlyn shrugged, dismissing his cockyiness for a second.
" I guess its only fit that I pay her a visit in her time of need. I suppose thats what Makenzie would do."
" Chad you sound as though you are Makenzie right now. Just make sure you act real in front of Sonny please?"
" Yeah alright" said Chad shrugging. Port actually had a point, something that was often considered a punch line to one of his castmates jokes.
He walked down out of Makenzie falls, a smile on his face and a hopeful aurora around him. Although he didn't wish to take advantage of vulnerabilities, maybe finally Sonny would see the difference between guys like him and those like James Conroy.
Maybe then she'd understand that unlike James, he had another layer that was drama-free underneath, and below that, close to the heart, was a layer that was silently in love with her.