Well, it's been a long time since I've updated. Woops! Sorry about that, guys!

Here's chapter 2! (I had to refurnish some things in this chapter, which is why it came up twice in like 7 hours :P)

I've changed my penname FYI. I forget what it was before but this is it now :P

Disclaimer: I do not own SWAC. It's their clay, my mold.

"Mom! Please! Hear me out!" I yelled as she motioned for me to sit on the couch across from her. "It was my fault, I wanted to see another movie and…"

Mom cut me off. "Allison, I trusted you." She said harshly. "You blew off your curfew and went off with your boyfriend till 2:30 in the morning!"

"I know, but we didn't…"

"No!" She pointed a finger at me. "You're grounded for a month! You have a filming break, anyways."

"Please, mom!"

"And Chad's not a good influence on you, anyways. It'll be good for you to get away from him."

"MOM!" I screamed at her. I could feel that stinging at the back of my throat like I was about to cry. "He's a good person. He may be a little arrogant, and he may not be the most responsible when it comes to time, but that doesn't matter!"

My mom arched an eyebrow. "Really? Doesn't matter?" Her gritted teeth showed her anger clearly.

"Yes! It doesn't matter! Those little things are nothing compared to the good things. He's changed a lot. He used to not care about anything but himself. But he's changed so much. He's so polite and he respects everyone. Well, everyone but my other castmates. But they don't know about us yet. And he's kept his promise to not tell anyone. I trust him. And so should you." I took a deep breath. Man, that was a long speech. Made up on the spot, too. I usually practice those kinds of things in the mirror at night.

She took a minute to absorb what I said. "He's still irresponsible. And he's the Hollywood Bad Boy. I won't have you dating a boy who brings you home at this hour." I sighed and looked down. "You're still grounded."

"But I-"

"Nope." She said firmly. She then proceeded to tell me I was on house arrest for a month, even when she was at work. She would keep masking tape on the outside top of the doors to make sure I didn't sneak out (A/N: it actually works. They do it to us on school trips. It's scary!) I personally thought it was stupid, but it was still smartas I was planning to sneak out before she said that. I was then told to hand over my phone. I turned it off to make sure she didn't go through my texts. My phone is password protected.

I dragged my feet upstairs. With each step, I dreaded the next month a bit more until she loathed it entirely. No way to communicate with anyone, as my laptop took a spill just the week before.

I sat in my room for hours until I finally fell asleep on my little sofa.

I woke up around noon, and since it was Sunday my mom was still home. I used the day to my advantage. I took a shower, cleaned my room, and organized my desk (all the while taking meal breaks). Once I was sure all my pencils were in the same bucket, I sat on the edge of my bed.

It was around one in the morning when I thought I heard a crash outside my balcony. I thought it was just me until I heard another shattering sound and a muffled curse. I stiffened and panicked. Someone was outside! I grabbed the nearest thing to me that was close to a weapon: a pair of scissors from my desk. I stood up and walked cautiously to the center of my room.

It was then a pair of hands appeared on the other side of the railing. Someone was climbing up! Holy shit. I gripped my scissors tighter. The person pulled himself up and I started to scream and shut my eyes. I could hear the person running towards me. I was tackled to the ground. I stopped screaming as the breath was knocked out of me. I opened my eyes.

"CHAD?!?!?!" I yelled in surprise at the blond-haired blue-eyed star pinning me to the ground. He covered my mouth with his hand.

"Shush!" He whispered. "Even though your mom sleeps in the basement, the neighbors can hear you! And it's only a phone call away from you being grounded again."

I nodded my head, but his hand still stayed over my mouth. I bit his hand and he yelped and jumped off of me.

"Ow!" He said in a harsh whisper. He looked at his hand, but it wasn't injured. "What was that for?"

I shrugged. "It was fun." He rolled his eyes and stood up, as did I. "Why are you here anyways? You know I'm grounded."

He nodded. "Yep. I know. It's all because of me, I know that too. You aren't allowed to go out of the house, so I thought I'd go to you instead!" He smiled at me sweetly. I wasn't about to tell him that my mom told me not to see him anymore. He was too joyful to say that to him.

"So…" I said awkwardly, sitting on the edge of my bed, he joined me. "What do you wanna do?" I glanced around the room.

He was just thinking when I heard my mom walk over towards my door. We both looked at each other and I shoved him off my bed in a panic, sending him to the floor. I mouthed, "Hide!" at him and he immediately crawled under my bed (which had enough space to lay on your stomach with about an inch above you. My sheets went to the floor, so when my mom came into the room she couldn't see him.

"Hi Sonny." She said simply and stood across from me. "I just forgot to say goodnight and I'm leaving for work tomorrow morning. I will be putting masking tape on the doors so there will be no sneaking out."

"What? Am I now some prisoner?" I said sarcastically.

"It's not that I don't trust you, " Mom said, her arms still crossed. "I just don't trust your judgment. Especially in the company you keep." She made an indirect jab at Chad. The same Chad who was currently hiding out in my room approximately 4 feet from my mother.

"Lovely." I muttered.

My mom was about to walk out of the room when she sniffed the air. "Is that cologne?" She scrunched her nose.

"Nope." I said quickly. "Just a new perfume I'm trying out. Like it?" I said nervously.

"What's it called?" My mother clearly didn't like the fact that her daughter supposedly smelled like a man, albeit good smelling.

"Eau de pomme de terre…?" I just mixed words that sounded French. Sounded great to me.

"And you like smelling like a pomme de terre… Whatever that it?" My mom questioned, looking a bit disturbed. I couldn't blame her.

"Yeah, totally." I tried to look convincing. I probably looked as convincing as Kristen Stewart in Twilight.

My mom just walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Chad crawled out from under the bed and stood up, laughing.

"What?" I asked him curiously.

"You just said you liked smelling like a potato."

Yeah, not the best place to stop. But I thought it was amusing :)

Please review and I'm just going to pull a Ray William Johnson here (he's a funny guy on youtube) and add a little thing where I'll ask a question and you may or may not answer it in your review (along with a comment, of course).

The question of the day is:

Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings?

My answer:

Lord of the Rings is so much better than Harry Potter. Hands down. The books and movies are more intense and timeless. And: ORLANDO BLOOM! Hah, kidding. But seriously O_O The actors are better and plot line is more relevant to everything else going on in the story. Just an opinion.