Chapter Four

A/N: Sorry I didn't update for awhile. I was waiting for 20 reviews :P and I was planning out how to do this. Either I make it extremely long, or end it at a cliffhanger. 0_o cliffffyyyy. Anyways, puh-lease R&R, because I love reviews like a mouse likes cheese…yeah, that works. =]

Plus, there will be a mix of Sonny's, Chad's, Cara's, and Portlyn's POV's coming up, so don't get confused. :P

OH! And since I never had a disclaimer, I don't own anything relating to SWAC, except maybe Cara, cause I created her. ;]

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Sonny's POV

"I can't believe I'm really here!" I gasped, dropping my bags in the room I was sharing with Tawni.

"What do you mean?" Tawni asked in annoyance, following behind me. "We got here like an hour ago." She was dressed properly for a cruise- bright orange shorts, a gauzy blue and orange shirt that billowed over a blue tank, and flip flops.

"But we weren't in a room with a PORT HOLE!" I squealed, running across the room. All the shows' cast took up a whole hallway onboard the Ocean Princess. The boat itself was gorgeous and bigger then I could've imagined. We had gotten onboard about an hour ago, but checking in, waiting for our bags, and getting dinner and room assignments had taken a long time. I wasn't thrilled to be sharing a room with Tawni, but we were on better terms. Kind of.

"This is great," I sighed, my eyes soaking in the image. The round white porthole was like a window to an underwater kingdom!

"Sonny," Tawni snapped. "We haven't left port yet. All you can see is a dock, and people."

I pursed my lips. So what? It was still cool. The room was cool too; two big, soft queen sized beds, a TV, dressers, and a table. It had a cool décor, too.

"So, wanna go exploring?" I waggled my eyebrows at Tawni, who had claimed the bed near the window and was filing her nails.

"No." She blew on her nails.

"Well…wanna go swimming?" I asked hopefully, leaning against the wall. I could unpack later.

"No."

"Uh, wanna-?" I tried again.

"NO! I'm doing my nails!" Tawni retorted.

"Fine," I turned my nose on her and marched outside. I was about to call for Zora, but she had already left the hallway.

"Anybody wanna go exploring?" I called down the hall. Nobody in sight.

"No, we all have lives," A familiar voice felt like knives in my back.

"Hi Cara," I turned slowly to face her, my own face like stone.

"Holy crap," I wrinkled my nose in distaste as I noticed what she was wearing. It had to be the skimpiest blue bikini I'd ever seen! Her red hair was styled into cute braids, and she carried a blue towel. But god, how skimpy was it? Ugh.

"I'm going to the pool with Portlyn, Jeffrey, and Chad, see you!" She said perkily, starting to skip off.

There was only one reason she'd be perky.

"Uh, did you say…Chad?" I asked, mentally begging for her to say no. Not now. Not when Chad and I were starting to have…problems.

"Why, yes I did," Cara grinned evilly at me and smirked. "I bet he looks great shirtless," (A/N: he totally does. He has a pic on his MySpace…Omigod[: )

I frowned. I didn't want her fawning over him!

"Well, whatever, have fun," I mumbled. I felt like an elephant next to her.

Cara skipped off, singing to herself. I sank to the floor and leaned against the cool white wall.

"Sonny?" A concerned voice came from above me. I couldn't tell who it was, my head buried in my hands.

"Oh, hi, Portlyn," I stood up and offered a smile. Her brown waves cascaded her shoulders perfectly, but at least she was wearing a purple one piece. Jeffrey trailed behind her, in a green tee shirt and Hawaiian trunks.

"So, I'm rooming with Cara," Portlyn looked at me hesitantly. "Did you know she invited Chad to come to the pool with us?" This was nice. Portlyn wasn't actually that bad.

"Yeah," I sighed. "But there's no way I can be an over controlling girlfriend. Just, keep an eye out for me okay?" I smiled at her.

"Deal," Portlyn agreed, waving as she and Jeffrey walked off, hand in hand. A couple plus Chad and Cara. I should be going, not her.

It doesn't matter what they say, in the jealous games people play.

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I didn't want to spend the day worrying, and although I was ticked off that Chad was spending his time with Cara rather than me, I knew I shouldn't pry. So, I tracked down Niko and Grady, and we explored. It was really fun, since we met up with Zora, and eventually Tawni joined us. We had a blast! For lunch, we grabbed plates of fries and chicken wraps at The Chicken Pen. (Weird name, great chicken!) Then we caught a movie on the ship. I only got lost once, so it was pretty great.

But I didn't see Chad.

So I was squiggling like a puppy as dinner approached. It was at a fancy place called Atlantis, decorated like an underwater cove.

"What are you wearing?" I called from out of my duffel. I had packed a few dressed, but wasn't positive.

"This," Tawni stepped out of the tiny yet immaculate bathroom, looking radiant. Her hair was curled above her shoulders, and she wore a green summery dress with green sling back heels.

I glanced at my flip flops and flushed. I mumbled something unintelligible and went into the bathroom, changing into a russet red simple dress that fanned out around my knees, so that when I twirled around it danced around me. My brown flip flops would have to do.

"Let's go!" Tawni said brightly.

I followed her silently, and we found our way to the top deck, where Atlantis is. It was mysterious, kinda romantic, and gorgeous. I wished I could spend it with Chad, but where was he? Just as Tawni and I were walking in, I heard bubbling laughter and a deeper laughter, plus some running. Like two people trying to catch up with the group.

"Sorry we're late!" Cara giggled, pushing past Tawni and myself. I caught a whiff of perfume, and she wore a rosy pink dress that made her look like a goddess. Everyone here made me feel plain!

"Hey," Chad slipped into step beside me, smiling down at me. Wow, did he look good in a tux.

"Hi," I replied, but my voice sounded funny. He looked at me quizzically, but I kept quiet until we plopped down in a private table for two.

"Did you have fun swimming with Cara?" I asked tightly, once the waiter (dressed like a merman) took our drink orders.

Chad rolled his eyes and cracked his knuckles. "No, but she invited me, and Portlyn and Jeff were gonna be there…" His voice trailed off.

"You spent the whole day with her," I said quietly, looking at my plate. "And you were late, laughing and stuff with her,"

Chad avoided my eyes. "She's actually not that bad," He shrugged.

SPLAT! My heart felt like someone had hit it with a baseball bat.

"Chad," I stared at him incredulously. "She's pulled so much crap on you AND on me, and you think you can say that to me?"

Chad looked hard at me. "Sonny, I can have friends," he said softly.

It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you care
And making me feel like I was the only one

Tears welled in my eyes. "I know Chad," I bit my lip. I sunk lower in my seat. "I'm sorry."

Why is it, I wondered, that I'm always the one saying sorry, when Chad keeps doing things that hurt me?

I forced myself to act happy, so we had a fine time at dinner. I say 'fine' because I was distant and quiet, but I couldn't help it. I felt like the bridge between me and Chad was starting to crack. The bridge that had held through thick and thin, through fights and cute moments, through Cara and the party….could it possibly burn down?

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So, it didn't end on the cliff. I'm saving the cliff to start off the next chapter, but I'm warning you, its going to be long and dramatic. SO REVIEW! =D