*wears a cone of shame* Words cannot even begin to describe how incredibly retarted I feel right now. . . I mean, I wrote this OVER TWO MONTHS ago, and I just now got around to update /: to be quite honest, this never really crossed my mind until I got a review saying 'When are you going to update?' and I never really thought taht anyone was paying attention to this story ;Pkinda one of my worst pieces. . .

Surprisingly, when I actually sat down to write this, it just started pouring out lol ;) So, I decided that I'm going to make it a three-shot, a nice little side proejct that I'll work on inbetween updates of "Frosted glass"

So, I really hope that you'll be able to forgive me as you read this:) It's mainly kind of a filler, the big pow-wow comes in zee final chapter which I promise won't take me two months to post ;P

And yeah, it is pretty short, I'm sorry

ENJOYYYY!

I woke up with a broken-heart and a stiff back from the lumpy rental mattress. Groaning slightly as the events from last night hit my memory, I shuffled out of bed and slowly began to get changed. Twenty minutes later, I had was dressed with two crackers in my belly, and ready to go. With a one last solemn glance around the apartment, I tugged the door closed. My hands lingered on the doorknob as I took in every last detail of my beloved apartment door, from the chipped and peeling white paint, from the doorknob that never seemed to work right.

With a sad smile, I grabbed my suitcase and lumbered down the stairs to the parking lot, where a cab was waiting for me. "LAX." I said to the cab-driver as we pulled onto the highway. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding when we passed the studio, making a pang of hurt go through my heart when I thought of-

No, stop. I refuse to think about that. . . that sadness, that heartbreak.

I would meet another guy. Some foreign cutie who would sweep me off my feet. I would be instantly charmed by his mesmorizing green –not blue—eyes, and his irrestiable accent. We would fall in love, I decided, and I would forget all about my So Random years. Comedy –and acting—was only a temporary career anyways.

Chad Dylan Cooper was only to give my heart a small taste at love. What we had, it wasn't love. No, it was just my mind wanting it, it was all in my head. I built our relationship into something much more extravagent.

We were only dating. Now were not. I'm moving away, we will eventually fade out of touch.

Out of sight, out of mind.

But as much as I hoped all these riduclous thoughts that bombarded my mind were true, I knew that it was only false hope. Even if I did meet someone new in England, it would never be the same. Chad would always linger in my mind. And acting, oh, god, how I love to act. How I love to step inside someone elses shoes, to play a role or character that is so crazy and weird, it's unreal. I had hoped that when So Random ends, because let's be honest, it won't go on forever, that I snag a serious movie deal, or play an emotional character on a TV show.

From the very beginning, I knew that comedy wouldn't satisfy my cravings. I wanted something bigger, more different, sadder, serious, emotional, something that will make you feel.

And with Chad, what we had was love. I need to stop trying to deny that. I remember the night when I actually realized that not only did I love Chad, but I was in love with him. A major difference, mind you.

It had hit me, how perfect Chad was for me. How no one would ever, could ever be able to take his place. Chad was everything I had ever hoped for. When I was a little girl, ten or eleven, and began to think about my future husband, my significant other, I hadn't realized it then, but I had always been imagining Chad. I wouldn't have to look anymore, I had found him.

I really, really loved him, with a whole new love I hadn't expeirenced before, it was sad, really, how much I loved him.

A bump in the road jolted me, reminding me that I was moving halfway across the world.

I'm scared.

I'm crazily, deepily, incredibly, joyously, dangeriously in love.

I'm moving to freaking England.

ehhh...? I really hope this met your expectations! Be watching for the final chapter soon! Btw, I'd like to give some credit of this chapter to an amazing author called James Patterson, maybe you've heard of him? ;P

Anyways, please review! this is my least popular story, and I'd love to get some decent feedback! and, to the 12 people who did review: Thanks for holding out on me, you're amazing, the reason I write :) (WOW. i'm such a sap!)

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-Emily(: