Hey, I won't be usually updating on the weekends. On Friday nights, and Saturday (the whole day) I have the Sabbath to keep. So I usually won't update on a Friday or Saturday.

Disclaimer: I don't own SWAC, i don't even own my own phone.

(SPOV)

As I searched through all of Tawni's messages. They still made no sense to me. I decided to put that away and try to figure it out in the morning. I couldn't help my self to not think of what happened today. The smell of leaves are still lingering in the air and won't leave me. It was like our second date. Wait! I will never date Chad Dylan Cooper. Not a date, it's an outing? I don't know. He put his hand on mine. I couldn't get the feeling of my fingers. I needed to tell him in a unique way. Maybe a song. But how will I give him a song? I'm fresh out of ideas. But I'll just write the song down anyways. I have a tendency to forget that stuff a lot. It might not be the right song but at least that's better than waking up Lucy. I want to let the girl sleep through the night.

You seem all tied up

I guess I'm just out of luck

You kiss me one last goodbye

I might just think it over twice

You break my heart too many times

I still look to the future just to find, you.

Please think it over again.

Look at the past and all I messed up

Seems like tonight I'll need all my luck

2009 still, ending close, hold me as you

never had so

I will be yours, you will be mine

standing at my frond door, not even trying

Close my eyes again and see that was the past

Never again will I fall in love so fast.

You say words you don't even mean

I try not to lie but my heart tells me

to move on, just let go, above the

light that I know just hold me baby

tell me again

Please think it over again.

Na, that doesn't seem like the right song. But, I guess it's an okay breakup song? I'll just think it over. We have a few more days of break till we have to go back to the studio. It was getting late and the bed was starting to feel like a prison not letting me get my sleep. Then, a thought popped in my head. I shouldn't but I have to. So I did. I text Chad at midnight. Just as I expected, a text came back almost immediately. He couldn't sleep either and I just knew it. It was a whole conversation going on and on. I just gave up and told him to use my email to talk to me instead using my texts for the month. So I took my laptop from the desk in the right corner of my room which is right by my closet and started chatting with him on my email. I don't know but time wasn't a detail in my life at that moment. Here's a conversation that we had that night.

hi Chad not asleep ethr?

Nope, I cnt fall asleep, I even have music going on and my blanket heater at the minimum, I just can't fall asleep.

Me neither, I cnt clear my head.

Same here.

So, did u find a way to tell me of how much u like the poem?

Well, I got an idea, but it has to wait till Monday.

Why Monday, we have the rest of the week to talk it out.

Because, I need time.

Okay Sonny, take your time.

Thanks

Wait! By the way, your time starts now and ends the day after tomorrow

What

Bye.

Ugh. That Chad Dylan Cooper, always ready to push my buttons, even if it was past midnight. I look at Lucy who is still asleep. I try writing another song, that hopefully won't make it sound like I want to break up with him. Not that I would ever date him, just saying. I needed my guitar, one problem. I can't play guitar when the whole house was sleeping. Problem solving. I layed my head onto my bed and closed my eyes and thought of all the possibilities to say I love it. I didn't notice, but I drifted off to dream land before I could even finish the chorus.

(CPOV)

I came home with the excitement still in my breath. Everything turned around all of the sudden. No longer was this week a bad week, it was amazing. I want to so badly look at her again and call her. I'm pretty sure that she was sleeping so I decided to give her a rest. Plus, she spent some of the day with me anyways. I wondered if she wanted to spend more time with me too. It was never enough. The only reason why I always bother her is so I can talk to her, it's just something she probably won't understand. Right? I don't know, I just make excuses to myself, of course I wanna talk to her. I wanna be with her. I don't know. Ugh! Then I got a text. Who would text me in the middle of the night? Later we started chatting at the computer and I lost track of time badly.

cnt sleep, can u?

No

why u txt me

cus, not mch 2 do

She mentioned about my poem, I hope she likes it. If she doesn't I'll just throw my life away. It's not worth living with her dissapointed. I turn the lights and and go to my closet to see if there's anything else to do. Even if that thing to do is past midnight on a Wednesday. I search through the jackets, polo shirts, shoes, my guitar, and just chill clothes. I coudn't fine anything but clothes, I usually expect something to drop in there sometime. I guess I cleaned it well. It's the only room in the house I don't allow anyone else to come in. All I found was a piece of trash paper that I'm pretty sure was useless. I don't have a trash can in my room so I put it on my bed side table. Never had I noticed that my table was getting pretty full of junk. I took them one by one sorting through them carefully so that I won't throw important things away. There was an empty pad of paper and a pink gel pen. Why was a pink gel pen on my table? The only odd one out of my closet was a guitar, so I carefully took it out and started playing. My hands couldn't stop writing words and chords on the blank piece of paper which would someday would turn into something. After I did that for almost half and hour, I decided it was late enough to stop and get into bed. I put the guitar under my bed and wait for the morning in my sleep.

In Chad's dreams

"Portlyn, what do I do?"

"What do you do? What do you mean what do you do?"

"What?"

"Okay never mind." Man sometimes Portlyn gets to my nerves.

"Hey look, there's Sonny. Catch you later Port,"

"Yeah, steal her heart champ,"

"Real funny,"

"Nothings funny now." I saw Sonny, she looked like she was just crying. Her eyes red and none of her cast mates were sitting near her.

"Sonny's feeling like a storms comin'?" I tease her. She bursts to tears when her casts screams at me. I felt really bad but had nothing to do about it. I knew if I kept talking to her, it would just get worse.

"You see she's in a bad mood! Why did you even think it was okay to talk to her?" Tawni screamed at me. I knew all their names but never had the time to actually call them by name.

"Yeah, just go where ever you want. But now isn't the best time to talk to Sonny," The tiny quirky one squealed at me.

"I didn't mea-"

"Chad, just leave," Nico said very rudely to me.

"Fine,"

"You know Sonny isn't here to play your fine, fine, good, good, game."

"I know, can't a guy just say fine because he needs to?" I knew I was speaking against my own words. The only time I usually said fine is if Sonny is around and I expect her to reply to me. Fine.

Ahhh, Sonny it's okay! I looked around and it was still five in the morning. Not again. I can't believe it's just a bad dream, another bad dream, it's fine. I look around and reach around for an extra pillow. Where are the stupid pillows? Gosh, it's going to be a frustrating night. 'Just turn on some music'. I made a mental note in my mind. I decide just to get a glass of warm milk might calm me down for a while. I went down the stairs in my bare feet not caring to put on slippers or even socks. Then headed to the fridge and pulled out the milk. When I wanted to put the milk on the island, there was a pile of papers. Oh yeah, the mail probably already came. I look at them and sure enough was there mail. Bills, invitations, and whatever business I have to do. I open each one carefully not caring weather the sun was getting higher into the morning sky. While sneaking a cookie out of the cup board, I was pouring a glass of milk in my clear cup and reading mail. That wasn't a bad way to start anyones day, but if the mail is bad that's a different story. I look carefully again to see if I saw the right mail. Closely I examined the piece of paper. Writing I didn't understand was all over it. When I scanned it for like the eighteenth time, there was a small glitch. It was my neighbors. Wait no, it's not my neighbors. My neighbors wouldn't know this person. I tried to make out the words on the front of the envelope in the dark but just decided to read it in my room. I read the name clearly printed on the front of the envelope in the light of my room. Sonny Alison Monroe.