Hey again! Thanks again to all of my reviewers!! I know this chapters a little short, and im sorry, But im already partway through the next one, so expect that one to be up sometime tomorow. Believe me, it'll be a good one.

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Gravity

Chapter 4

"Nice shoes."

I looked up. Go away Sonny... I had been sitting in the cafeteria, staring at my shoes. I felt completely ill. Just exhausted and sick to my stomach and a little dizzy. And, honestly, I didn't feel like making small talk about footwear with someone who I avoid speaking to while I'm in perfect health.

"Thanks." I looked down. They were the same shoes I always wear, only, I didn't remember putting them on. This morning was about ten years ago. I couldn't focus on anything.

At all. Ever.

Everything just seemed to rotate back to... Nevermind.

It had been the same for the past three weeks since Sonny and I had talked, when I gave her the ride home. No focus, insomnia that was attacking with a vengeance, persistent illness. And now I had tried escaping the constant "So, are you admitting it yet?"s by sitting as far from anyone as I could. Which, at eight in the morning, was the cafeteria of Condor Studios.

She sat down next to me. I didn't care. Everything was kind of spinning. I didn't even care that she put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a concerned look.

"You okay?"

I laughed slightly and ran a hand over my face. "I...Uh...Yeah. Sure. Fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Not particularly..." I leaned back against the chair. She hadn't moved her hand from it's place on my shoulder but I didn't care. Illness generally registers in apathy for me. "Actually not even kind of sure, but I suppose the same could be said about everything else in my life at the moment..."

She smiled. "I know the feeling."

God, my stomach hurt... "Yeah, I'll bet..."

"Are you sure you feel okay? You shouldn't be here if you're sick."

I laughed. "I'll be fine."

She gave me a concerned smile, "If you really feel so bad, why don't you just lock yourself in your dressing room?" I hadn't thought of that idea.

"Portlyn has a key... And besides, I wanted to get away from the badgering. I mean, she won't give up. I don't know how many times I have to tell her that nothing is gonna happen between us..."

She looked away, focusing her attention on the ground. "Oh."

"Every time I try and talk to her, she tells me I should worry about how I'm repressing emotions and that's why I'm so sick all of a sudden."

She looked up, "Repressing emotions about what?"

"...You."

Okay, let's spell it out:

U-N-C-O-M-F-O-R-T-A-B-L-E.

"I see..."

"Yeah, well. She's just one of the many who are still pushing the concept that I'm in...Love...With...You."

I wished I could read the expression on her face so bad.

But I couldn't.

Not to save my life.

"And...Are you?" She bit her bottom lip again.

I looked at her. I really didn't know what to say, I wasn't sure of anything. So, I went back to staring at my shoes, Sonny continued to stare at me. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't really notice Sonny's hand sliding from my shoulder, to my hand. She intertwined her fingers with mine, and gave a light squeeze. I gave her hand a squeeze in response.

A loud "HA!" interrupted whatever I was going to say, and caused me to rip my hand from Sonny's. Nico and Grady started laughing hysterically and pulled Tawni in from the other room by the elbow and pointed at us. She yelled "I TOLD YOU SO!" and started laughing too.

I covered my face with my hands. Sonny tried to hide the pink blush that was creeping into her cheeks..

"I..Don't...Know...Why you don't...Just......Admit...It....You...Idiots," Tawni said, gasping for breath and trying to control her laughter.

"THERE IS NOTHING TO ADMIT TO!"

"For god's sake...Just...Own up...." Nico was still laughing too.

"To what?"

"BEING IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER!"

"I just came to see if he was okay!"

"Yeah...Cause...You love-"

"That's it. I am locking myself in my dressing room until I have to film" I checked my watch." Which is in a lovely 3 hours. And not one of you can make me come out." I stood up, glaring at everyone.

And then left.

To go lock myself up in my dressing room.

xoxo

Dear God (or whoever),

I give up.

Seriously.

Whatever I did to cause so many bizarre occurrences and strange coincidences, I'm really sorry.

And I'd really appreciate it if you could nix the whole Let's-Keep-Chad-In-the-Dark-About-Whatever-Cosmic-Plan-Makes-His-Life-So-Confusing thing.

Sincerely,

Chad Dylan Cooper, acclaimed lunatic.