Chapter 4

"Can you believe that guy?" Tawni almost yelled.

"Well can you believe Chad?" Sonny said also almost yelling.

The two of them were in the prop room with the others, except for Zora because her mom picked her up after the show ended.

They were both pacing around the room.

"They said I wasn't famous enough to get a dessert named after me," Tawni continued.

"He thought I dumped him because I was jealous of his success," Sonny also continued.

"CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?" Sonny and Tawni said in unison as they both look to Nico and Grady.

"No?" Nico said obviously uncomfortable and a bit scared of the two girls.

"Defiantly not," Grady said agreeing with Nico. "By the way Sonny, why did you and Chad broke-up," he asked obviously not knowing the answer.

Sonny looked at him disbelievingly.

"What?" Grady asked genuinely confused.

"I'll explain it to him Sonny," Nico said as he put his arm around Grady and whispered. "Knock it off G. There both on diva mode."

"Oh. . ." Grady nodded.

Sonny's phone suddenly rang. It was Chad who was calling. "Speak of the devil," she said and pressed end call.

. . . . .

Chad redialled Sonny's number again . . . and again . . . and again . . . until . . .

"What do you want Chad?" an annoyed voice came from the other line.

"Sonny. . ." he was glad she finally answered. "I called to apologize."

. . . . .

Sonny was surprised at what Chad said.

Chad never apologizes - sincerely that is.

"Chad . . . I . . ." she was speechless.

"No let me," Chad's voice was soft. He took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm sorry for what Portlyn said."

Sonny's forehead knotted. "Portlyn?"

"Yeah, I know. She can be such an airhe-"

'BEEP - BEEP - BEEP. . .'

"Sonny? . . . Hello?" he looked at the screen. She just hanged-up on me. "SONNY?"

He quickly redialled.

. . . . .

Sonny hanged-up the phone. "It was too good to be true," she mumbled.

Her phone rang again. She looked at the caller ID and saw Chad's name.

"Urgh," she rolled her eyes and left her phone on the coffee table. Then she exited the prop room with an annoyed look on her face, but there was sadness hidden somewhere in it.

"I got it!" Tawni suddenly yelled.

"If it's something like you making your own dessert. I can tell you that's not a good idea," Nico said.

"Yeah. . . our sandwich thing didn't turn out so well," Grady and Nico then shrugged.

"Why would I do that?" Tawni asked. "That would take too much time and effort and a kitchen," she shuddered. "Anyway, Tawni's plan is for Tawni- that's me, to date some famous guy. When that happens I'm sure a lot of people would name things after us," Tawni said happily. "Now who should I date?" Tawni then exited the prop room with that in mind.

"Why didn't we think of that?" Grady asked.

Nico just shrugged. "Wanna play some video games?" he asked.

"Not until we get some snacks," Grady said.

They both exited the prop room to go to the commissary.

. . . . .

Chad had been trying to contact Sonny for the longest time, but she just won't pick up.

"Pick up Pick up Pick up Pick up Pick up," he chanted.

Mackenzie Falls were done taping for that day. He tried to call her once more. But still she won't pick up.

"Urgh," Chad finally gave up and proceeded to his vanity.

He looked at the mirror and saw is reflection. "Well hello there handsome," he said as he look at himself and fixed his hair.

He then looked at the papers in his vanity and remembered what it was for. "Oh right."

He then looked for a certain brunette who at the time he could not remember the name.

He easily found her. She was typing on her bedazzled phone.

"Here," he handed her the script.

Portlyn's forehead knotted. "What is this?"

"It's a script," Chad told her impatiently. "Now memorize that for tomorrow," he said bossily.

Portlyn took the sheets of paper and scanned it, her forehead knotted even more. "This isn't for Mackenzie Falls."

"Oh, you notice," he said in fake shock. "It's your script for tomorrow- you know, so you wouldn't mess up my chances of getting back with Sonny again."

There was disbelief in Portlyn's eyes. "You wrote a script for me just for that reason?"

"Oh please, I have actual writers for that," his voice was as if it was talking to a five year old.

The disbelief on Portlyn's face turned to annoyance as she rolled her eyes. "Alright Chad. I'll memorize the stupid script," she obviously didn't want too.

"Good. Now just remember to say it when Sonny can hear you," after that Chad walked away satisfied.

"Of course Chad," she said to herself when Chad was far enough not to hear. "I'll say this especially when Sonny's around," a sinister smile formed on her face.

She then scanned the 'script' and her smile instantly faded away. There was annoyance and disbelief back.

"Really Chad? Really?" she said as she continued to read the probably most obvious scripted compliments ever.

She suddenly started laughing. The compliments on the script were so unrealistic- it was funny (like there saw).

After her laugh died down that sinister smile resurface on her lips. "This could work . . . for my advantage," she continued scanning the piece of paper.

end of chapter 4