Chapter 4

CPOV

The date was in a few hours. I was too excited, I admit. Well, I had to hide it well on the date because this wasn't our first date. Well, according to what I said, it wasn't. I sighed, trying to decide what our first real date should be like. I knew I couldn't make it too extraordinary because it wasn't our first date to her. Then, I thought of an idea. I would tell her that it was special because it was the first date since she got out of the hospital. I smiled at my excuse to be romantic. I jogged to my stereo and turned it on, full blast. The volume took the breath out of my throat, but I liked the way it hurt my head with the thump of the drums. I smiled, as I knew the song. It was the classic, Dream On by Aerosmith. I wasn't one for classic rock, but this song was different.

I raided my closet to find something to wear. I felt like a girl, caring about what I would wear, but I wanted everything to be just right. I finally found a semi casual vest and tie, looking like something I'd wear on Mackenzie Falls. As the smirk grew across my face, I slipped on the clothing I had picked out and investigated myself in the mirror, of course liking what I saw. Who wouldn't? Then, one of my favorite parts of the song came on. Being me, I sand along loudly to hear myself over the music.

"Yeah, I know nobody knows. Where it comes and where it goes. I know it's everybody's sin. You got to lose to know how to win," I sang in a happy mood. I let part of the song pass as I thought about which car to take. I decided on my new one, Michele. I grabbed her keys and started to sing again.

"Yeah, sing with me, sing for the year. Sing for the laugh, sing for the tear. Sing with me, if it's just for today. Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away," I sing, my voice cracking once. I rolled my eyes at no one, thinking of how bad that sounded. I was a good singer, but not right then, I thought to myself. I chuckled to nonentity. I hummed part of the song as I picked up a phone book. I searched for a nice restaurant and found one called La Maisonette. It was French for the small room and I heard it was nice after I remembered Skyler saying something nice about it. I hoped Sonny would like it.

"Hi. Can I have a reservation for Cooper?" I asked after dialing their number on my cell. They said yes after asking me if I was the Chad Dylan Cooper and I admitted to it. It was a girl on the other end, so by the time she finished her fan girl yelp, she told me she'd have a reservation for two. I smiled and hung up with a simple "Thank you." To be honest, I couldn't wait for our date.

SPOV

I was rummaging through my dressing room to find any accessory that would go with the outfit I was wearing for my date. I found something interesting along the search. I sighed as I pulled out a framed picture. It was a bit dusty, so with a light blow I saw that Chad was posing dramatically in terrible lighting. The photo had been signed and I gazed down to read the golden script. It read: "To my biggest fan, I'm sorry. TV's Chad Dylan Cooper." I was a little confused as a video popped into my head.

My cast mates and me were in the prop house and we all looked really upset. Chad had come in with his cast and started to measure things. We started to talk.

"I guess I really don't know how you guys feel," Chad said, still measuring.

"Well, Chad. It was still sweet of you to come over and measure. Wait, what are you guys measuring?" I asked. Chad mumbled some measurements then looked over at me.

"Oh. Didn't you hear? This is going to be the new Mackenzie Falls meditation room."

"You can't take away our prop house," I argued. Then, my mind went black. Next, there was a scene with Chad standing and Tawni, Zora, and I doing homework. We had already begun to speak, but I didn't hear them until Chad spoke.

"Look, Randoms. I didn't realize how much this place meant to you, so I got you each something to say, I'm sorry," he said handing Tawni something, then Zora. My mind had focused out until my present came. Again, my mouth moved without any sound. Then my mind went black again to just return me to the prop house, holding Chad's picture. It was the present he had gotten me. I sighed in confusion. Why would Chad take our prop house? He was my boyfriend, why would he do that?

Also, he had called us Randoms. How rude was that? That was no way to talk to your girlfriend, I thought. I shrugged and placed the photo on the couch and found a necklace in the drawer. I was wearing a black long sleeve shirt, tucked into a blue skirt with a bow on the front. I smiled as the necklace made it perfect. I took a look at my clock and saw I had fifteen minutes. I brushed my hair a little and listened to my iPod a little. I looked at the 25 Most Played list and saw I had a lot of Paramore songs were on the list. I clicked a few, remembering some of the lyrics.

I heard a knock on my door, knowing it was Chad. I smiled, shutting my eyes hard with excitement. I squealed quietly and hopped to the door. I opened it to see his smiling face, leaning against the doorway casually.

"Hey Sonny," he spoke smoothly. He looked to my outfit and smiled.

"You look great." I blushed quite a bit, but my smile remained.

"You look nice too. Ready?" I asked, wanting to know where he was taking me. He nodded and we left my dressing room and I shut the door behind me. We walked to his car and he opened the car door for me as I went in. What a gentleman," I thought. As he drove, he turned on the radio. Playing was one of my favorite songs from before the accident and now. It was Careful by Paramore. I smiled at the song and Chad noticed.

"You like this song?" he asked me and immediately I started nodding hysterically. Chad smirked at he turned it louder. I sang along to my favorite parts, sounding pretty bad, but as I sang, Chad remained silent with his eyebrows raised. The song ended and I stopped singing, but sighed out of breath.

"You have a great voice, Sonny," he told me sincerely. This is when I was surprised. Wow, I was, I thought? I smiled at his compliment.

"Thanks. I just love Paramore. It's my favorite band, I just haven't got a chance to buy their new album yet," I said, curling my lip in a sad way. But soon I just remembered I was on a date with Chad, which made me happy all over again.

"Has anyone else heard me sing?" I asked him. Chad thought for a minute.

"Yeah. I think you performed on So Random once." That made me a bit sad and of course, he noticed.

"What?" I sighed, not wanting to look like I had overreacted.

"It's just no one told me. Do I have many fans?" He smiled.

"Yeah, lots. You get so much fan mail. And besides, I'm your biggest fan." Then it came to me. Like a bullet, a memory shot into my forehead. It was the end of So Random and all the cast was in front and Marshall was making an announcement.

"Let's give it up for Eric!" Everyone yells and cheers, but something makes me sad and I take the microphone.

"Okay Marshall. Let's just get this over with. Eric is-" I started, but I was cut off by a man in two casts and a weird beard.

"You're biggest fan!" he yells. I remembered that voice. It sounds like Chad's and then I look closely, realizing he was the one with the beard and broken arms. I smiled. Why did he do that?

"Why are you helping me?"

"I'm not helping you. I just wanted to try on a weird beard." Oh, maybe it wasn't for kindness.

"Sounds like somebody cares."

"Sounds like somebody wanted to try on a weird beard." Why was he denying his care for me? That wasn't what a boyfriend was supposed to do.

"Cares."

"Beards."

"Cares."

"Beards."

"Beards."

"Cares."

"Gotcha!" I said and Chad looked beaten. I sighed, confused as my memory close and I looked at Chad to see him calling my name with worry in his tone.

CPOV

She had gone blank. She couldn't hear me and I was starting to worry.

"Sonny? Sonny? What's wrong?" I called to her as we arrived at the restaurant. She shook her head as if she had fallen asleep.

"Why? Why don't you care about me? Was it really just for the beard?" she asked me as if I had some clue as what she was mumbling on about.

Then I realized what she was talking about. Eric. Faking your own fan.

Me. Weird beard. I sighed, knowing she had remembered the memory.

"You remember? And... I... Was kidding. You know, inside joke and all?" I lied. I looked down, not wanting her eyes to meet mine. I had lied through my teeth and I knew this was just going to get worse.

"I also remembered the time you gave me the picture for taking out prop house. Why would you do that, Chad?" I sighed, realizing I was doomed.

"It was for Mackenzie Falls. We needed the room and I said I'm sorry," I told her. She shook her head.

"I'm not mad at you. No, just curious," she told me, taking a few bags of sand off my back. Yet I still had an anvil weighing me over. Soon enough my nose would touch the ground and only then would she realize. Realize what I was. Why I was lying. It was for her good. Her good, but my benefits. I sighed.

"Let's go eat," I suggested. She nodded and I got out of the car quickly to open the door for her. She opened the door before I could and gave me a ha-ha look. I rolled my eyes.

"Diva," I mumbled playfully, equipped with a smirk. Then she froze. This worried me a little.

I knew I had triggered another memory. I was just wondering two things. One, which memory had come to her mind? I could think of all the times I had called Sonny a diva. Second, would she realize my dirty little secret?

SPOV

There were two scenes that came into my mind. The first took place in the familiar cafeteria. I had sat down next to Chad and he was the first to talk as I crossed my arms.

"Wow. You are working the diva thing," he told me and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not a diva Chad," I told him sternly. He leaned a little closer.

"I know that." I growled under my breath.

"Well, then tell Santiago. I want people to know me for who I am." He chuckled lightly and quickly. I was really upset and I didn't know who Santiago was.

"And I want people to know me for who I am not. Look I like you and I'm sorry the rest o the world doesn't know the real you." So it was his fault? Why'd he do that?

"It's you're fault." Well, that cleared up the whole, whose fault is it really?

"Is it? Is it really?"

"Yes it is really." Who to believe? My boyfriend or me? I'll go with me.

The vision ended and instantly started another one. The setting was unfamiliar, and by the looks of the tree and grass, it was a park. A camera crew with a camera that had a Tween Weekly sticker on it left Chad and me there.

"I give up," I told Chad, sounding defeated.

Hey you tried. You tried to make me look bad and you just couldn't. You're just to nice and I'm too good at pretending to be nice," Chad said, leaning against a doghouse. Pretending to be nice? Why would he do that? Was he pretending to do that with me now?

"I thought I could do to you what you did to me, but I guess I just can't play this game as good as you. I've gotta give u props." I was confused. What had he done?

"Well props accepted. The way I suckered you into letting me use your press to make me look better. I was brilliant," he said, singing the last word. How could he of done that to me? That jerk, I thought as I returned to my date with Chad.

"Sonny?" he called, as I must of looked like I was in a daze. I just glared at him.

"What- what did you see?" he continued. I felt tears in the corners of my eyes. Not wanting him to notice, I sucked in my breath. I wasn't sure what to do. My boyfriend had been a real jerk to me. What if we were in a fight before the accident and he just took advantage of my memory loss? I thought of few more possibilities, and then a question came to my mind.

"How long have we been together?" I asked him as my eyes cleared up. Chad bit his lip, then finally opened his mouth to speak.