A/N: Sooo sup peeps? Took me way longer to update than I thought it would!!!
Dedication: channygirl33 a long overdue dedication I might add.
Anyway... not much else to say except I'm really excited to start writing a story with the one... the only.... missweird101!!!!
Whatever, on with the story!
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PS- Who else likes the name Operation: F.O.W.T.A.S.I it sounds cool my new favorite words: FOWTASI, Fenyoi, and gramazsome
Sonny's POV
I sighed and looked at the white wall. It wasn't hard to tell where Nico and Grady had destroyed it, twice. That part of the wall was a darker, almost yellow, shade of white. Plus whoever painted it didn't sand the wall, so it was bumpy. That little section of wall looked out of place, like it didn't belong there. That little piece of wall was me.
I didn't belong in Hollywood, when I'd gotten on the flight to come here I knew I was giving up a lot. Privacy being one thing, but I'd never imagined that it could end up this way. I hated that every move I made was tracked by a magazine, because of an Anonymus Source. I hated having my secrets exposed to the world.
Chad never seemed to mind having his life in the public eye. In fact, if anything, it was more important than his show. He wanted to be recognized. If something bad happened to him, he wanted people to know. He wanted their sympathy.
Tawni wanted to be on every cover of every magazine. She had to be the center of attention, privacy was a word she was more than unfamiliar with. It probably wasn't part of her vocabulary.
Zora was, well, Zora. She didn't mind being on a magazine, or being a headliner on the news. She didn't really care about privacy, even though she got more of it than I did. She seemed to not mind if the tabloids got hold of a precious moment in her life, she didn't mind them stretching it out and telling everyone.
Nico and Grady never really cared about anything other than food, or girls. So it's no wonder privacy is on the bottom of their priority scale.
But I wasn't like my cast, or Chad. I was in Wisconsin, just a few months ago. I was a nobody who dreamt of this life, a few months ago. A few months ago, I had no idea this dream life isn't a dream, it's a nightmare that doesn't end. A few months ago, is where I'd kill to be.
"Hi Sonny," someone said, snapping me out of my thoughts. Josh? Oh wait, it's Mail Monday!
"Hey Josh," I replied weakly. I got up from the sofa and walked over to him, leaning on the door for support.
"I don't have much today, except this," he said thrusting a magazine at my face. I pulled it gently from his hands, said a 'thank you' and closed the door.
The magazine reminded me of why I had been sitting in here in the first place. I needed a plan, a plan to find the 'Anonymus Source.'
There I was on the cover, but this time he was also there. I groaned and dropped the magazine. Once again, something private had become public.
Chad's POV
I stifled a laugh as I watched my cast. Portlyn was balancing a broom on her nose while dancing to 'Just Dance' by Lady Gaga. It was annual Talent Night. A night where my cast would each perform some kind of talent for the rest of the cast. Of course, I was a little too busy thinking of a plan to find the anonymus source who had hurt Sonny to figure out a talent, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to watch Portlyn make a fool of herself. As the song ended she bowed dramtically and sat down.
"Chad?" she asked, "Are you going to go next?"
I looked at each face of my cast, all of them expecting me to say yes and take the stage. Every year I'd recite a speech on how great I am, saying that 'It was talent enough to be this great, why should I have to prove it in some little Talent Show.' But instead I shook my head.
"Why?" Chastity asked. I shrugged.
"Because I'm busy, catch you guys later," I sighed walking to my dressing room.
As I sat in front of my mirror, ready to think up a plan, I noticed the magazine on my desk. Another Tween Weekly, and this time not only was Sonny on the cover, but so was a man I didn't recognize. I needed to find out who this man was.
????'s POV
I laughed inwardly at the expression on Chad's face as he read the article. He was no doubt trying to figure out who the Anonymus Source was, plus he was probably angry with the article. Little did he know it was a lost cause, if I had anything to do about he'd never find out. Sure he was doing a caring act, something so rare that it should be in the magazine instead of the two stories I've sold to Tween Weekly. But he was there, on the night my heart broke. He was there when I was rejected, and it was his fault. Well, maybe it wasn't his fault.... it was really Sonny's, this way I was attacking both of them at the same time. I better get out of here before he sees me, I climbed up into my hiding spot in the vents and crawled to safety. Laughing as I said, "Revenge is so sweet."
Sonny's POV
"Tawni!" I cried running into our dressing room. She turned her head to me, a Cocoa-Moco-Cocoa colored line going from the left corner of her lips to the lower part of her left ear.
Usually she would've yelled at me for messing up her application of her Cocoa-Moco-Cocoa lip gloss, but instead she smiled sympathetically.
"I read the article, and I promise you we will find the source," she spoke softly as she walked over and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"I-I haven't read it yet, but I said I got this. I really don't think it's a good idea for you to help," I replied walking over to my vanity and sitting in my chair.
I flipped through advertisment after advertisment before I found the page I was looking for.
Another Tragic Strike for Sonny Munroe
The news may be new, but the pain is old. According to our anonymus source, Sonny Munroe's father Blake Munroe, was charged with kidnapping his daughter three years ago. After being convicted and sentenced to four years in prison he escaped, and reportedly tried to kill Sonny and her mother, only to injure Sonny. The fatal attack left her with a broken leg and a permant scar. Maybe even the "Sonniest" of people have some downfalls, but the life of Sonny Munroe is filled with them.
I sighed and looked at Tawni, a plan finally forming in my mind. "Ok, I have a plan on how to catch the source... but I will need your's and Chad's help," I said walking over and whispering the plan in her ear.
Chad's POV
After I read the article my heart rate had gone through the roof. My hands were clenched, ripping the magazine in two. How could this man do that to Sonny? Now, not only did I want to kill the anonymus source, I also wanted to kick Blake Munroe's ass.
I looked at my feet, ashamed in myself for having no plan. Until they were caught, this anonymus source would be running around sharing private stories about Sonny every day to these Tween Weekly people.
"Chad," someone said, I turned to the doorway to find Sonny. "I have a plan to catch the anonymus source... but I need some help," she smiled solemnly and walked over to me.
She placed one hand on each side of my ear and whispered, her breath on my skin making me shiver.
"First, we need to create a completley fake story," she whispered, "Then you, me, and Tawni each tell one person. If that story ends up in the next edition of Tween Weekly, we know it's one of them. If not, we create a new story and choose new people, until one of the stories end up in Tween Weekly. Then we have to figure out which of the three people who know the story, spilled it."
As she stood back up at full height and stared me in the eyes, I coulnd't help but notice something I'd never seen before. Sonny was scared. Sure, she'd been scared when we ran into 'Big Foot' on Lookout Mountain, but it wasn't that kind of scared. No, it was the I don't know what to do scared. It was a fear that you've probably never felt. It was a fear that made her feel like her life depended on it, even though it didn't. And she needed me, I could make the fear dissapear. But no matter how much I wanted to, it wasn't the right time.
"Are you in?" she asked, her voice wavering a little. I nodded, "But I need to make a phone call first, could you step outside."
She nodded and closed the door silently behind her. I grabbed my "Important Person" cell phone and hit the number 3 on the number pad. Having Tween Weekly on speed dial has never been more handy.
Any guesses at to who the source is? Even though I said they hid in the vents I can tell you this... it isn't Zora!
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