A/N: Have I mentioned how much I adore those of you who take the time to review my stories, not just this one but all of them? I love you all so much for your curiosity and your support. I wouldn't be writing these stories if I didn't have someone like you to read them. Thank you.

Chapter Three – Feelings

I woke up with my face nuzzled in Sonny's neck. I almost didn't have the heart to move but I did. And even so, I was reluctant. She still had her back side facing me and my arm was still wrapped around her waist. When I tried to move my arm from around her, I felt her pull me closer. I think she mumbled something and it just made me chuckle. I had no idea what she was saying to me.

Sonny then rolled over and nuzzled her head into my chest. She wrapped her own arm around me and opened her eyes, staying close to me. I looked down at her and I could see the bright but lazy grin pulled across her face.

"I can hear your heart beat, Alex." She whispered. Really? She could hear my heart practically racing in my chest? Great. That's just what I need right now. Another reason to be self conscious around her. I felt her fingertips drawing shapes on my side, beneath my shirt.

"What's it sound like then? I don't believe you," I replied quietly. She closed her eyes and pressed her ear to my chest, concentrating in the rhythm my chest was giving off. It was sporadic. But her fingertips drummed out the fast pulsing beat against my side. She was giving me the chills. I had never felt like this around anyone before.

"How was that?" She asked me, pulling her head away and positioning her head so she was at eye level with me. I grinned and shrugged.

"Pretty accurate, I guess. Could have been better..."

"I'm not a drummer. I'm a guitarist, a pianist, a singer, a writer, an actress... but I am not a drummer, Alexandra Russo." The way she said my name made my breath catch in my throat. I felt myself absently leaning towards her but my eyes squeezed shut when her cell phone alarm sounded. Of all things, it was a damn mooing cow noise.

"Your cell phone has terrible timing." I whispered to her and she giggled, reaching around me to quiet the damn phone. She disengaged herself from me and I watched her answer a text message or two from her phone. I wasn't nearly as popular as Sonny was. It seemed like she was my only friend on the set, and I was all right with that.

"I have an idea," She told me, lying on her back and turning her head to look at me fully. That familiar wide grin was pulled across her face. "Let's write a sketch together. It would be fun," She was a very creative writer, I knew that from watching her sketches with the other cast members and reading some of her other skits.

"Well, what do yo want it to be about?" I asked, standing from the bed and going over to my desk. I grabbed a notebook and a pen for each of us. She shifted and sat up in my bed, waiting for me to return.

"Vampires," She grinned. I shuddered inwardly at the thought of vampires. Sometimes the memories of Juliet even stung me a little bit. "And werewolves," Was she like... probing my mind or something? My fingers threaded through my hair slowly and I started writing some ideas down.

It felt like hours that we were sitting on my bed, writing out sketch about Vampires and Werewolves. Basically, she was the alluring vampire and I was the gruff werewolf. She interjected a lot of stereotypes – silver, stakes, crosses, garlic, and holy water – and I had to keep finding ways to tell her that she was wrong without actually blowing the fact that I'm a wizard. That was so hard to do. I was able to keep my magic to a minimum, practice it only when my bedroom door was locked and closed and no one else was around.

It was sometime around ten and I knew she wanted to spend the night, but her mom had called and asked her to come home. How did I know? By the way she was unable to let go of my hands as I walked her out to her car.

"Sonny, your mom wants you to come home." I told her, unlocking her car door for her and shoving her into the seat. She giggled and climbed back out, hugging me tightly.

"Then you better pick up the phone as soon as I call you when I get home." She told me, poking me in the chest hard. I wrinkled my nose to her and she just giggled at me. "I'm serious, Alex. I miss you whenever you're not around. It's scary dangerous,"

"Scary dangerous?" I laughed at her and she nodded, pulling her car door shut and rolling down the window to keep talking to me. She reached out and hugged my shoulders tightly. But she let go and turned on the car.

"Don't forget to answer my phone call, cutie." She called to me as she drove away. Did she seriously just... oh, my, goodness. No she did not...

I made my way back up to my apartment and sure enough, in about five minutes, my cell phone started to sound. I could hear Sonny's mom talking to her in the background.

"Shouldn't you listen to what she's saying?"

"I should but I'm not. I'm being a rebel," She chuckled and I rolled my eyes to her. "Hey, don't roll your eyes at me..." Gosh, she knows me so well it hurts.

"I wasn't rolling my eyes at you. And why did you call me cutie when you were leaving?" My voice was peaking on curiosity. I heard her breath catch. I was making my way back to my bed, hugging the pillow that her head had been resting on before. It smelled like her. I didn't know why I missed Sonny so much when we weren't together.

Maybe I liked her. Maybe I had a crush on her. That's gotta be it. There's no other explanation for it. I swoon whenever she says my name. I'm wrapped around her little finger. If she told me to jump, I'd jump. Ugh. I don't want to fall in love again.

"Alex?" I heard her voice on the other end. I think I dozed off or something.

"Mmn," I replied softly. My eyes were closing. I was falling asleep faster than I wanted to. This is what happens when you let me climb into bed with the lights out after Sonny has been with me all day.

"I have high hopes for our sketch. I really hope Marshall likes it." That was all I heard of her voice before I started to drift off to sleep.

"Sonny,"

"Alex."

"Sonny?"

"Alex, wake up." I didn't even realize that I had fallen asleep until my eyes opened and I was face to face with Nico. He was trying to get all up in my business since I started fighting with Sonny. He was still prying, trying to find out why we were fighting.

"I am awake," I grumbled back to him. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the notebook in my hands. It was where I had written my first collaboration with Sonny, our Vampires vs. Werewolves sketch. But since we started fighting and stopped talking and broke up, my creativity well had been dry. Up until about an hour ago anyway.

"What are you writing?" He asked, being nosy. Bleh. Guys are so annoying sometimes. He slumped down next to me on the prop house couch, trying to read the notebook. I covered it and closed it before he could formulate words into a sentence.

"Nothing," I snapped back at him. I had been writing another part of my sketch with Sonny. Since she was the vampire, I thought it might be interesting if me, being the werewolf, fed into some of her stereotypes. And her alluring vampire was supposed to wittily explain how the stereotypes were false.

"Oh. Well, maybe you should show it to Marshall if it's done..."

"NO!" I shouted. He jumped back a little. "I mean.. It's not done yet." He nodded and got up, leaving the room. I guess I scared him away. That was all right by me though. I continued writing and trying to be funny and witty with the script. I was failing miserably at that. That's why I liked having Sonny to help me.

About an hour or so later, my silence was interrupted by laughter from Tawni and Sonny, who were just done rehearsing their Check It Out Girls sketch together. They were getting along quite well. Good for them. I'm glad that Sonny and Tawni were finding grounds to be level upon with each other.

"Hey Alex," Tawni offered gently, giving me a slight wave and hair flip as a greeting. I just smiled to her. I could tell that Sonny wanted to say something, but she didn't.

"Hi Sonny," My voice sounded almost broken. Drawing in a deep breath, I closed my notebook and started to approach her. We weren't alone. Tawni was our witness. She had no excuse to shoot me down. "I was wondering if you... wanted to do a continuation of our Vampires vs. Werewolves sketch," I rubbed the back of my neck. Tawni had moved away, giving us our space. Sonny was pleading to the blond with her eyes, begging not to be left alone.

I heard the sigh leave her lips and she let her forehead fall into her hands. "Alex... we're not speaking. Why would I want to fake happiness with you, in front of a live audience if I can't even fake it around Tawni?" Sonny replied. That made my heart ache. "No means no. I don't know when you're going to realize that..."

"You were the one that said our sketch had potential. Do you remember that?" I snapped at her, slamming the notebook on the table in front of her. I was beyond pissed. She wanted to play hard ball? Fine. Two can play this game. "You know I can't do this sketch without you. Are you doing this out of spite? Because you're hurting yourself, too..."

She scoffed at me. She got up from the stool she was sitting on and came to stand in front of me. With the heels that she was wearing, we were the same height. She was so intimidating with her black curls and her make-up and her striking pale features. Gosh, she gets to me every fucking time.

"It take two to tango," She hissed at me. I shoved her away, not caring that she almost fell when she lost her balance momentarily. I paused before storming off. I had to make sure she didn't actually fall before I left. Maybe she still cared. For a moment, I thought I heard her heels clicking after me, but my brain was playing tricks on me. Thanks brain. Fuck you.

I made a beeline for my car, keys gripped in my hand. But before I left the building, I used all the strength that I had and tore our notebook in half. No more Vampires vs. Werewolves.