Finally, after another hour or so, I had succumbed to my exhaustion and fallen asleep. I was vaguely aware of a knocking sound as I drifted back into consciousness. I peeled my eyes open and as the knocking sound became louder.
"Chad!" A girl's voice shouted at me. It sounded familiar... "Chad Dylan Cooper get your lazy ass out of bed right now and open this door!" Crap, Portlyn. I rolled out of bed and pulled on a white t-shirt. Still half asleep, I quickly shuffled down the stairs and pulled open the front door. Portlyn stood there with a frown on her face. Man, she looked pissed off.
"Hey Port. Sorry, I was asleep."
"Yeah, I can tell." Portlyn's frown turned into a mocking smirk. "Jeez Chad, you look like shit. Are you okay?" Her expression turned into one of concern. I was grateful for her concern. Sure, she made fun of me at times, but hey, what best friend doesn't? And she's always been there whenever I've needed her, and for that I'm thankful.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just didn't get much sleep last night." I yawned loudly as if to prove my point. "Actually, I was thinking of going back to sleep. Could you call round again later?"
"No, wait. The reason I called round is because I wanted to know if you wanted to come to a party at that new club tonight. I was gonna get Skylar and Penelope to come along too. What do you think?" She smiled up at me hopefully. I knew she was worried about me not getting out of the house much. I've been kinda depressed recently over Sonny. Infact, in the past weeks, the only time I've been out is to go to the studios. When I'm there, I try to see as less as possible of her. Seeing her only makes it harder for me. I gave Portlyn a smile back to show her I was okay. "Sure, why not?" She grinned at me happily. "Okay, great! Pick me up at half eight and we can drive there?" She turned to leave and head for her car. "Trust me Chad, this'll do you good. You never know, you may meet someone." She gave me a little wave before getting into her car and starting it up. I watched the car drive off down the street before shutting the door behind me and heading back upstairs.
I collapsed back onto my bed as I thought over what Portlyn had said. You never know, you may meet someone new. The thought of that happening actually pained me. Moving on from Sonny. It didn't seem physically possible. Because, to tell you the truth, I loathed the thought of being with anyone else but Sonny. Hell, I hated the thought of her being with anyone else apart from me. But, eventually, one day that will happen, and I'm just gonna have to deal with it. Once again, decide to ignore my feelings and let myself move on. Surely it has to happen sooner or later...
But the real question is, when? And how long before it's too late?