SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG! This is because I have been so busy with my other stories, which come to me easier than this. I started off writing Kiss Me, then got stuck, coz Kiss Me isn't gonna be a Channy story (unlike most likely all of them) so, yeah, uh, it's more of a Chawni (boo) slash Tawnico (yay) story. It will be up soon, but until then, here's How We Do This

Plot: After a break-up, Chad decides to shut down his heart and feelings of love. But will a certain Sonny Munroe help him realise he needs love...more specifically HER?

How We Do This

"It's over!" I yell into the phone. I hang up with a scowl on my face and a broken heart that can't be fixed. I, Chad Dylan Cooper, have just been cheated on. I was dating my co-star, Chastity, for the publicity for the show. I used to hate her, but she's really grown on me. Well, she had, until I found out last night that she was cheating on me with Ferguson. Guess who is getting fired tomorrow? Yep, you've got it.

I sigh, heading to my dressing room. I just don't get it. I guess I'd…ugh, fallen for Chastity, or maybe it was just my Mackenzie persona liking Chastity. She does play Chloe, Mackenzie's love interest, after all. Yeah, that must've been it. After all, there's only one girl in the world that I've ever fallen for, but I can't let her know that, not ever. Don't even try to guess, because if you know me well enough you know I'm talking about the one and only Miss Sonny Munroe.

I think so anyway. But then I know one thing – she doesn't like me. She never would. Stupid rivalry. I wish I'd never started it. I hate myself for that – yes, you heard, Chad Dylan Cooper hates himself.

It's then I decide, if I can't fall for any girl but Sonny, and I'm never gonna get Sonny, what's the point? Shall I just forget girls completely? Maybe I should, just shut my heart down and not let anyone toy with my affections. Just stay Chad Dylan Cooper, the guy who doesn't care. If I never care again, I'll never get hurt again. Simple as.

The next day, I wake up, and the first thing I see is my mirror. Usually, I love that mirror. It let's me see me, and I love that. Although, now, it's more loved. I ignore the mirror – it's just a bunch of dead memories and feelings, and head downstairs for a little bit of breakfast.

I know what you're thinking… 'Chad? NO! What are you doing?' Well, fans. I am moving on from love, looks, any other word related to it, whether it begins with an 'l' or not. You could say, I'm going goth, but CDC would never go goth. Let's call me…emotional broken. That'll do…

I walk into the studios, getting a few weird looks, probably because I haven't run a comb through my hair today, and I'm wearing yesterday's clothes. So? I don't sweat, and my hair doesn't need to be perfect every day for the girls. Normal people do this a lot…I think.

Chastity blinks when she sees me, rubbing her eyes.

"Ch…Chad?"

I scowl at her, before blanking her, heading to my dressing room.

Thing is, the rest of that day, I don't come out. Not until it's time to go home anyway. I wait till I know everyone's gone, then sneak out the back, making sure no-one sees me. I don't want to talk to anyone, not even my fans, my friends, my family. Wow, so this is what heartbreak feels like? I mentally whack myself for doing this to all those girls in the past.

It goes on that way for a week. I decide to not go in for a week or so the next day; I can't be bothered. Why should I care how my show makes others happy when showing up there every day to see Chastity and Ferguson flirting makes me feel like a cloud's floating over my head. Then when I see Sonny and her Random crew that cloud starts to send rain to make my day worse. I might as well stay at home, where my invisible imaginary cloud can't get to me.

"Chad!" My Mom's voice yells up at me, sounding like a mother of a normal person – one of those guys who has no life. "You have a visitor!"

I groan. Why won't they leave me alone? Who the heck is it anyway? I don't really want to talk to anyone, so I ignore it. But I hear my Mom sigh and a door shut. Maybe he's sent whoever it was away.

"Chad?"

Or not. I hear my door open slightly, and I groan. Whoever it was, Mom let them in. Great…

"Whoa." The female voice says, and I look up to see a once-smiling girl wearing a red flowery dress with a black cardigan. Her silky black hair flows down her face, and she moves a strand of it away from her face, her mouth wide open. She blinks once…twice.

"What happened to you?"

Sonny seems to have mixed reactions when seeing me. 25% of her looks like she feels like laughing, there's 25% sympathy, and 50% shock.

"…Chad?" She asks, waving a hand over my eyes, "Are you OK?"

I shake my head.

"Have you even looked in a mirror lately?"

Another head-shake.

"Are you even gonna talk?"

I groan, "Why are you here?"

She walks closer to me, messing with my hair a little, using her hands. No-one's ever touched that hair without getting yelled at, but I really don't care anymore. She can touch my hair however much she wants, it's just gonna end up getting messed up again.

"Chad, what's going on with you?" She asks, "This isn't some stupid publicity stunt, is it?"

I growl at her, before wondering why I just made myself sound like a wild animal. When Sonny turns round the mirror I turned to face the wall I realise I sure look like one. She un-draws the curtains that have been closed and I blink, my eyes watering because I haven't seen the bright Californian sun in days.

"Coz if it is," She continues, "You realise it's worked – everyone thinks you've quit Mackenzie Falls…are you gonna talk to me?"

I shake my head, before collapsing onto the bed, hiding my face. I hear Sonny move and then slump into the chair on the side of the room I was at. She sighs sadly.

"Chad, just tell me…what's going on?"

I sigh. I don't know what makes me do so, but I suddenly confess everything to my rival/secret crush.

"Chastity was cheating on me…so I broke up with her." I say.

She stays quiet for a second, before saying, "Oh…Chad, I'm so sorry."

I smile sadly, "I think…don't tell anyone, but I might have fallen for her."

She pauses again, "…Oh."

"So…I thought, if I couldn't fall for anyone but her…" …and you (of course, I wouldn't say this though) "What was the point of continuing with love?"

She laughs humourlessly, "Chad…you can't do that!"

"I can." I assure her, and she laughs again.

"Chad…how do you know you won't fall in love again? And…maybe there's a girl out there right now who likes you. I'm sure of it, there's a girl out there who likes you."

I sigh again, "I doubt it."

"I don't." She says, taking a hold of my right hand and squeezing it softly. "If you just give up on love, you're never gonna feel it, and a life without love…well, what's the point?" Ilook around to see her smiling, and I try for a smile. I haven't smiled in days, so it's hard. Sonny seems to like it though. "C'mon. Let's get you sorted out."

4 hours later, and I grin at my reflection. Finally, Sonny was right. I was wrong. There – I said it.

"Chad?" I hear her yell, "Come on! Let's see ya!"

Her mouth opens wide when she sees me, before she grins.

"Wow…Chad…you look amazing!"

She has a point – look pretty great. We had a stylist come in, who gave me a new look. Kinda. The bangs across my face went, and were instead lifted off my face, the rest of it cut shorter (A/N: From how he looked in FFTF part 1 to FFTF part 2) I also have a different wardrobe – a whole load of new skinny shirts and T-shirts, not one leather item in sight. I kinda like it, plus it made Sonny happy – saving the cows and what not. (A/N: Same here, part 1 to part 2)

She smiles, hugging me, before clearing her throat and pulling away.

"No, no," I say, "Stay there."

She grins, hugging me again. "See?" She says, "I was right. you look awesome."

"Yes, I do." I say, and she rolls her eyes.

"Missed that cockiness."

"So…" She says.

"Wanna go out?" I ask, and she laughs.

"Uh…" She pauses, "How do we do it?"

I grin, taking her arm in mine, saying, "Easily."

I'm used to being on my own, my heart shut down, if I don't go there, I won't get hurt, but the pretty girl says 'if you're never ever gonna get hurt again, are you ever gonna feel another thing again?' and I like the way she talks. And I l-l-l-like the way she turns my world around, and my h-h-h-heart's good for one more kick. So how do we do this? Coz I believe you're worth it. How do we do this? What's it take, and is it gonna break me down? I've found, that nothing can't count for nothing, so you'd better come round, I'm down, how do we do this?