AN: Hey everyone! Sorry this is kinda late, I just got back from a camping trip. It was really fun and it gave me lots of ideas for new stories. So, be sure to stay tuned. Also, I hope this chapter answers some questions. Later!

Through A Window Chp 7

SPOV

I had felt my phone vibrate long before Chad even entered my house. It was from Chad though. But, it wasn't for me. It was for Demi of course. A simple text would change the rest of the night.

Chad:

Hey Demi! So wanna c a movie 2night?

I was really mad at Chad. Well, more like upset. Why you might ask? Well, for one he goes and asks out Demi Lovato and then ends up sleeping next to me? Second, it's all some stupid joke. Some prank or something. I mean, Chad doesn't like me and I doubt he ever will. And that doesn't bother me. Pssh, at all. But it's just some head game he's playing with me like he always does. Third, I don't even know if

I like him. I mean he's nice to his role model, Demi, but he could never be like that for real to me. Sigh.

I was in the prop room and with a sigh; Tawni walked in and saw me.

"Hey Sonny. New Tween Weekly. Want?" she asked me. I sighed. It was probably about the Camp Rock premiere.

"Great, thanks," I told her, curious. She shrugged.

She tossed the latest Tween Weekly towards me. She left me to my thought as I stared at Chad smiling for the camera at my premiere.

Ugh, I thought. A premiere about Demi Lovato and Chad still ends up on the cover.

I looked to Chad's face, which looked annoyed and remembered the text he sent Demi. I sighed and realized I didn't have a good enough reason for someone who just met Chad, unaware of him being the mayor of Jerks Ville to let him down.

Demi:

Ya sure. C ya.

Admittedly, it wasn't the most romantic way to ask a girl out, but it was Chad what could I expect? Bored, I slipped my phone back into my pocket and went into my dressing room. I took out my iPod and listened for a bit until I heard something from the door.

"Knock knock!" came a familiar voice from behind the door. It creaked open and I stood up.

CPOV

I opened the door only to see Sonny walking out the opposite door and slamming it behind her. I had a feeling she had known it was me at the door. I still hadn't figured out why she was so mad. I mean, the only thing I could think of would be if she didn't like me the way I liked her. But I knew that wasn't it. Who wouldn't like Chad Dylan Cooper? I sighed and walked back to the Mack Falls set.

I took out my phone and saw that Demi had texted me to say yes. I smiled to myself. I had a date with my favorite singer/actress. How cool was that? Maybe Demi would get my mind off of Sonny for a while. She wasn't too different from a lot of the other girls I dated and it probably wouldn't last long, but why not?

I sighed, my mind wandering back to Sonny. I still was confused about why she was so mad and I wasn't going to leave a question unanswered. But I couldn't ask her now. I needed to get ready for my date. It'd be the usual, a dinner and movie. Cliché but it was how CDC rolled.

SPOV

I left the studio a little early. I was going to get ready for my date with Chad. Gosh, that sounded weird. How about Demi's date with Chad?

Better. I sighed as I slipped on my black wig in my bedroom of my new house. I put on a short purple dress with some leggings and a cute necklace.

I wondered where he was taking me. Probably just a dinner and movie, I thought expecting the cliché. I put on my contacts and mascara. I looked at myself in the mirror to check any last minute additions, as

I realized something. Where would Chad be picking me up?

CPOV

I was about five minutes late because I was fixing my hair. I drove to Demi's beautiful house and stopped to see strangers walking in and around her house. I picked up my phone and dialed her number.

"Hello?" someone picked up.

"Hey who's this?" I asked her, wondering if it was Demi after all. Her voice sounded just a bit different over the phone.

"Son- I mean, Demi. Chad is that you?" she called over the line. What was she going to say originally? It sounded as if she would of said Sonny. I shook the crazy thought out of my mind and smiled.

"Yeah. What's going on at your house?" I asked her. Then I noticed two things. One, a "For Sale" sign hidden in the bushes. Two, Demi had lied to me.

"You don't live here," I mumbled into the phone. Why'd she lie about where she lied? I bet her real place was much nicer.

"Chad, I'm sorry. Can we just meet somewhere?" she asked me.

"Why can't I know where you live?" I wondered out loud.

"Please, Chad. Where do you wanna meet?" I sighed a deep sigh and almost said "your house." But I gave up.

"You know the restaurant Chez Moi?" I asked her. I smiled as she began to spoke, but my suspiciousness wasn't gone yet.

"Yeah. I'll meet you there," she told me. I sighed another time.

"See ya."

"Bye." I hung up and wondered as I put away my phone. Demi Lovato was getting more and more suspicious. What was so wrong with me knowing where she lived? I swear she was a secret agent or something. So I drove to Chez Moi, but after I parked I didn't walk into the restaurant right away. I took out my phone and went to Google. What or whom was I searching? Demi Lovato. What were the top answers?

Demi Lovato- Not Only One With Secret Identity?

I clicked on it and saw a picture of Miley Cyrus and Hannah Montana as well as Demi. I quickly skimmed the article and smirked. So, Little Ms.

Demi Lovato had a secret identity? Wonderful. I didn't really mind, but who she really interested me. I mean she could be anyone. Maybe even someone I knew. I chuckled to myself as I got out of my car. Yeah right.