After the much needed meal to sober me up, I decided I should go home and face the music. History will repeat itself over and over again, but I have to do something about it. I walked up to the mirror that had been near the door, and fixed my hair. Nothing would make me look better at this point, but an attempt is a step. I pondered on the situation from seeing Sonny today, and I almost felt a little vulnerable to the subject. I grabbed my leather jacket, grabbed my pack of smokes slipping them into my pocket, and I snatched my shades from the table before leaving out the door. My keys were already in my pocket, so I think I have everything. I opened the door, proceeding out the hallway.

"Chad?" A voice questioned from behind. I sighed, not wanting to turn around, but I did steadily.

"Yes." I answered, placing my hands in my pockets of my leather jacket. It was Portlyn, looking confused as always.

"I thought you took another sick day. If you're sick, why are you here?" She asked in confusion. I rolled my eyes as she spoke her words of uncertainty.

"Just act like you didn't see me," I clicked my tongue, and turned my body from her. She stood in the same spot like an idiot, and stared at me as I walked. She always acts so dumbfounded, and astonished to things she wasn't told about. It was cute at first, but I'm really seeing the boring side of it.

I played with the keys that were in my pocket, placing my fingers on each key that was on the wheel. I licked my teeth on the inside of my mouth, as I got closer to leaving the lot. I reached in the back of my hood, pulling the black hood I had under the jacket, and putting it over my head. I needed to keep cover up if I didn't want rumours to surface the lot that I called in sick, and I'm walking around. I feel like I'm on the edge of a cliff, and it's my time to jump off. I hate to feel this way, because I'm use to feeling bulletproof and unsustainable.

Seeing Sonny's comforting eyes this morning put me in agony, and I needed to see them once more. I had to look inside of them and feel the feeling of comfort, and security. I dread to admit it, but it is the truth. Her giggly presence, and bubbly persona was something I've been craving in my life for a long time, even though I'm the complete opposite.

I opened the doors, entering the parking lot of both mine and So Randoms set. The sun was bright, and I felt no need to look up at it. My eyes still squinted under the sun glasses, and I gaped forward at my lambo, as I heard laughter from a far. It brought a delighted atmosphere, but I couldn't find the compassion to join myself into it. My eyes looked up at the group of Randoms holding Ice Cream in there hands, and laughing at some dubious joke they must of made. I looked at the ravishing, and glowing brunette beside them as she smiled naturally under the sun. I stopped in my path, and grinned to myself. I reached to my car, and opened the door as they slid open into almost a horizontal direction. I sighed, before getting into my car, and stepped in, giving one more glance at the group. Once again her presence put me in a state of protection. I hate to admit my weakness is Sonny Munroe, but I think it is. One more encounter with her, and I might just break down. Fuck.

I shut the doors of the lambo, as they both slid, and shut back into the proper arrangement. I pulled my keys out of my pocket, and deposited the keys in the ignition. I smacked my pockets, feeling for anything I may have forgot. "Fuck," I sighed, as I noticed I forgot my wallet. Should I come back and get it? Should I go now? These decisions were the base of thoughts right now. I pulled the keys out of the ignition, and sighed loudly as I opened the doors again. I shut them quickly, putting my hood back over me, and keeping my head down as I opened the front doors. I marched myself down the hallways, keeping a look at the ground. My body impacted upon another, and I could feel there weak body fall to the ground. I lifted up my hood, as I saw Sonny on the ground, alone from her cast mates. Her ice cream was face down on the dirty concrete floor of the studio. She looked at her ice cream, then me.

"Sonny, I'm sorry!" I said in a concerned, and deeply earnest voice. I put my hand out for her,

"Sorry?" She questioned, taking upon the offer of grabbing my hand, "You really must be upset. I was expecting a 'watch where you're going, random.'" She picked up the Ice Cream, throwing it into the trash, smacking her hands together to wipe off the dirt. "Thank you." She smiled,

I scratched the back of my neck, and nodded with a faint smirk, "Thank you for what? Bumping into you?" I jokingly said. I looked around in the studio, making sure no one from the lot was around.

She smiled a little, with a bit of a giggle, shaking her head, "For helping me up." she witnessed my stance, and appearance, "Hey.. Where you going?" She asked, looking into my eyes though my shades were on. She could never recognize the weakness in my eyes, and pull me through. I looked around the room,

"Just heading out. Gotta grab my wallet." I sucked my lips in, smiling a little at her,

She nodded, "Look Chad, I want you to know, if you need anyone to talk to, or just to let things out, I'm here as a friend."

Fuck. It's what I need... It truly is. "I'm good," I said in a crude voice. Immediately regretting the decision I made to decline her comfort, "Like I said, it's personal shit," It is what it is, though.

She rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms, "Look, don't be so selfish and put off my offer to help you out! You look drained and unwell, Chad." Her troubled voice stated. It even weakened me to hear her concern.

I shrugged, "Don't feel the need to Sonny things up in my life, Munroe." I put her off, stepping to the side and attempting to walk off. She put her foot down in front of me, and pulled off my shades. She looked at me in aw. I looked at her with sympathy and yearn, and I could tell she was willing to give it. I can't admit to weakness. She raised both her eyebrows in an attempt to give me one more chance to accept her offer. Her brown eyes knocked me out and threw me to the ground, putting me in my ditches, and I had to climb out, "When are you available?" I questioned her. She pulled out her phone, and I observed her luscious sexy body, as the tight dress hugged her curves. I needed the erotic touch as well as the emotional one, and I'm not too sure if she's willing to give that to me, and it's why I can't get to close.

"Well, I have rehearsals in 10 minutes. Can you come back at 5?" She asked. I sighed, knowing that I can't make any promises. I don't want to let her down.

I nodded, "I guess I could." I grabbed my shades from her hand, putting them back on my face. Her pale skin reflected onto me, and it almost felt as though it was pulling on me. I just wanted to show her the whole different side of me, that no one knows. She smiled slightly, with a twinkle in her right eye. Fuck, listen to me.. I sound like a fruit.

"Fine. Where will we meet?" She began to walk backwards in the direction of her lot, and I shrugged,

"Come to my dressing room," I chewed on my cheek as I thought about us alone, in my dressing room. She nodded,

"Fine." Sonny responded, as she walked forwards,

I smiled, "Fine." I shot out, as she kept walking. She looked back with a grin on her face.

Sonny

"Good rehearsal today Tawn!" I said merrily,

She nodded, and grinned at me, as we both headed towards the dressing room. We accessed ourselves inside, and Tawni shut the door from behind. I ripped off my check it out girls vizor and threw it into the closet that was behind my door. Tawni went straight into her dressing room, humming the tune to check it out girls as she ripped off her clothes. I smiled, as I sat down and faced the mirror. I took my hair out of its pony tail, and crossed my legs. I picked up my phone, checking out the time. 4:30. Chad should be back soon. Tawni came out in her pink robe and slippers, sitting in her chair and putting face wipes on to get rid of her make up.

"What are you doing tonight?" Asked Tawni, as she stared at me in the mirror, but proceeded to clean off her make up.

I got up from my chair, and shrugged, "My mom wanted to have a girls night with me! We were planning on getting chips and watching some romantic movies together," I lied. But that's definitely something we'd do.

"Ugh," Tawni cleared her throat, "So lame. You need to get out, Sonny."

I rolled my eyes, "Oh whatever," I began to unbutton the buttons of my check it out girls shirt, along with the zipper on the skirt. I threw off my clothes, searching for a new outfit to wear on my rack of clothes. I searched through and found a floral dress that went above the knee. it was spaghetti strap but that's why I'm adding a light red shirt under it. Some people says it's plain, but I think it's cute.

I stared at myself in the mirror, as I did so. Thinking deep in my mind about what was going on with Chad. I know nothing about his personal life, and getting into it might change the way I look at him. A sensitive side I've never seen.

After putting on my outfit, I grabbed my tote purse from the wall, putting it over my shoulder, and across my neck. I shut the curtain to the closet, and grabbed my necessities. Before leaving, I should make small talk with Tawni because it's not everyday I just up and leave after a sketch.

Tawni's face was close to the mirror and she had both her index fingers on a red blemish on her chin, she looked at it in disgust, "Sonny, how is your skin so clear?" She cried out, squeezing it.

"I don't cake my face with make up?" I questioned, giggling at her.

"I don't either!" She looked at me from the mirror, "Now, you're either going to help me pop this pimple, or you're gonna leave." She demanded.

I laughed, "I'll take the second choice," I grabbed my jacket from off the love seat, and held it in my hands before opening the door, "Alright Tawn. Good luck with that pimple, I'll see you tomorrow," I said jokingly.

She rolled her eyes, "Bitch." she was still looking at herself. Alright, I passed that level of lies.

I strolled down the hallway, reaching my arms to put them in the holes of my coat. Marshall was coming down the hallway at the oppisite direction, and I can already tell I'm going to need to socialize. You can't just pass your co-worker and not say something to them when you're leaving,

"Marshall," I nodded at him, as we passed each other. He smiled, then put his finger up,

"You busy right now, Sonny?" He stopped in his path, then put his hands in his pockets, looking at me.

I looked down the hallway, thinking about meeting chad, then bounced my knees as I made my decision, "No.. Not exactly." I shrugged.

"Good, I'm going to need you to go over some sketches with me for next week and what scenario would seem best you. I like your options, kiddo." He laughed, and shifted himself in the direction of his office, "Come on, we'll be quick."

I sighed, "Okay."

We made our way to his office, making small talk about rehearsals, and some things we could of done better. He's always rooting for us, but at the same time he always points out the littlest things. He began to ramble on about Nico and Grady and there basement sketch. I could really care less at this moment,

He pulled out the key to his office, opening the door and flicking on the lights as we entered the office. I looked around, before sitting down, then unzipped my coat. I placed it on the chair in front of me, and sat myself down. He looked through a folder. I crossed my legs, as my bottom leg shook from wanting things to hurry up.

"Hmm.." He looked through the book, and chewed on his finger as he read, "I like the sketch about dolphin boy but we've used it so much. And the sketch about Sally Jenson, teen lawyer was priceless," he laughed as he read through them, getting a kick out of everything. I rolled my eyes,

"Hey Marsh, do you happen to know the time?" I asked, eagerly.

He looked through the journal, then raised his eyes, "The time? Sonny if you don't want to be here, just let me know, I'm not trying to bore you. But this needs to get done, and we need your creative mind for a new sketch!" He indicated.

I sighed, "I think Tawni's mind is more creative than mine is today. I'm having brain farts." I laughed fakely.

"Hm." He said, looking down at the book still. A wave of awkward silence pulled upon us, but it didn't effect him as much as it effected me. I sighed loudly. He quickly snapped his fingers, looking up at me with a smirk on his face, "We should pull Chad back onto the show!" Marshall shot out as he looked at me with a smile.

I nodded slightly, with a smile attached, "I mean.. I guess we could carry on the Hottie M.T sketch," I shrugged, though I am quite eager to carry that sketch on. He flipped through the pages some more, looking for that sketch to see what he could work with. He mumbled to himself for a few moments. I leaned back in the chair, resting my cheek on my fingers,

"Moo! Mooo!" A symphony from my pocket played. It was my phone and it was getting louder, as the ringtone went on. Marshall looked at me with irritation as I sat and stared at him as the ringtone went off.

"Sonny, I would rather you get it, then have me listen to a cow mooing for the next 30 seconds." I laughed shyly, pulling my phone out from my pocket. I looked at the caller, seeing it was Chad's number. I looked at Marshall, then back at the phone. The mooing continued through the call, and I rolled my eyes,

"I've gotta take this," Marshall nodded. I looked at the phone, and got up from the seat I was in. I made my way out into the hallway, and swiped my phone open to answer. Before putting the phone against my ear, I could hear loud music and loud voices, "Hello?" I asked, pulling my ear from the phone.

"Sonny, I- I need your help," A slurred voice called out into the phone. I put my finger in my ear, blocking out noises from outside the phone call on my end.

"Chad?" I questioned, perplexed and a little suspicious,

"Sonn," He could barely finish my name, "Meet me in the parking lot," he insisted, as I could hear screeches of tires on the road, and loud beeping. My thoughts wandered quickly as to if he was drinking and driving just to see me? I stuttered before I spoke once more,

"Chad, you better not be drinking and driving." I demanded into the phone, peaking my head into Marshall's office as I could see he was side tracked enough not to hear a thing.

"I'll se-see you then," He sounded sloppy, and unfocused. The phone hung up, and went straight to the dial tone. My eyes widened, as I looked at the phone. Could he really be risking himself on the road to see me? I closed my phone, putting it in my pocket. I scratched my forehead, holding back the thoughts I wanted to vent out myself.

I made my way back into Marshall's office, grabbing my purse and coat folding it over my arm quickly, "Marshall, my mom just called and she needs me immediately," I began walking out the door, explaining myself, "She had a nice dinner planned out for her and I and she went to the bathroom for a quick second and burnt all the food, she wants me to stop at the deli before it closes so I can pick up some grocery store chicken," I smiled widely. Might I say, coming out with lies on the spot is definitely something I'm good at. I would pat myself on the back, but it isn't necessary.

"The deli doesn't close until 9 kiddo. Go ahead, we've figured out what we needed to figure out," he laughed, brushing his hand upon his head, scratching the clamminess, "Enjoy your dinner,"

I nodded, "Thanks Marshall," I smiled widely, making my way out of his office. I placed my shoulder purse over me, as well as putting my coat on. I walked rapidly through the halls, making my way out the main doors. I looked at the cars passing on the highway, as all the thoughts passed my mind. How could he be drinking and driving? All those deaths aren't a joke, and I will be lecturing him when I see him, he can guarantee that. I contemplated with myself for a majority of the journey through the plain halls.

I pushed the door open, the wind from outside pushed my hair onto my face, but I brushed it off with my fingers, holding it back. I looked around, raising my eyebrows as I observed both ends of the lot. I searched with my eyes for speeding Black Lamborghini. I crossed my arms, as the wind was powerful and pushing my hair in my face.

Sure enough I could hear loud thumps from a car. In the distance of the lot, I could see his car pull in. I walked off the platform of the entrance, crossing my arms as he pulled in closer. My eye brow was slowly elevating, and I was chewing on my lips. This better be good.

He stopped in front of me, as the car screeched along the pavement. He opened the car door, as it shifted itself open. The music was blasting. He was sloppy, and not nearly as steady as I was expecting him to be at least. Chad stumbled forward, slack jawed and holding the hood of the car for support, with a 46er of vodka in his left hand. He was wearing the same suit from this morning, and the dress shirt was unbuttoned at the top. Though I am mad at him for drinking and driving, he looks bad and ruthless. And it's kind of a turn on. He left the car running as he stepped out, and walked closer to me,

"I- I made it!" He slurred out. I grabbed the bottle of vodka, crossing my arms and looking up at him. I could only see sadness in his eyes.

"Drinking and driving?! Really!?" I threw the bottle that was 3/4's empty, and tossed it in the trash can. He looked at the bottle, then me,

"I can, can explain." He said in a sympathetic approach. I grabbed his hand, pulling him to the passengers side. He stumbled with me to the car, and sat himself down. He laid his head back immediately, putting his arm over his face, mumbling to himself,

"You're lucky you're drunk right now, or I'd honestly give you the biggest lecture Chad," I put his seatbelt on, and shut the door of the passenger side.

I made my way on the other side of the car, and entered the drivers side. I seated myself, turning down the blasting music that had been playing. I looked at the settings of his car, and sighed. My dad only taught me how to drive a stick and this is automatic. I put the gears in drive, and prepared myself. I put my seatbelt on, and looked at Chad before we drove off.

"Care to explain?" I asked, switching the ignition so we could drive.

Cliffhanger! Hope you liked it! I literally re read this series I wrote years after not reading it and I even got it into.. Anyways. Enjoy. xoxox