AN: Hello my fanfic friends! Sorry, just in a good mood. So anyways, kudos to the people who figured out who Jersey was! If you didn't, go back to Chapter 1. It's in the first or second paragraph. So, enjoy this chapter, more to come soon! I have planned out the entire plotline, so no more writer's block. There'll be about six more chapters. Good? Bad? Tell me! So, sorry this one's a bit late, but it's summer, so I'm kinda busy. Also, I'm in Finland, so I don't get Disney channel. Can someone tell me if a new SWAC episode is on youtube? Thankies! Love, Rinny

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Through A Window

Chapter 9

CPOV

I wasn't jealous. Just curious, yeah. I watched as Sonny pulled away from their hug with a smug smile set between her cheeks. I hid a grimace, seeing this new character smile as well.

"So when did your flight get in?" Sonny asked casually. He left her? For how long? Why would he leave the exploding ball of sunshine? How long have they been dating? The questions continued. One of the main ones was why didn't she tell me?

"Just an hour ago. Traffic was crazy," he told her.

"Well, glad your home. Put your bags away. Guest room's upstairs, first door to the right," Sonny told him. He was staying with her?

Okay, that was the red light. Jersey, if that was even his real name went upstairs and once he was gone, my gaze turned to Sonny.

"So, who was that?" I asked, hiding my jealou- I mean, my curiosity. Yup. Sonny looked at me, her smile fading a little.

"Jersey," she said simply. I started to talk before she could say more.

"He lives here?" I asked. She shrugged.

"Well, some of the time. He's in college, so parts of the year he stays in a dorm," she explained nonchalantly. I tried not to make eye contact with her.

"College, huh?" Now jealousy crept into my voice as my face fell. But I wasn't jealous. Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't get jealous. Maybe Sonny was an exception. Pssh... No. She smirked.

"Yeah. Columbia! Smartest in the family, if I say so myself," she spoke proudly with a hand on her hip. I would have said more if I weren't paying complete attention. Did she say family?

"Family?" I spoke with a high voice, in disbelief. Sonny chuckled like it was so obvious.

"Uh, yeah. He's my brother, Chad," she said with a "duh" in her tone. My hand flew to the back of my neck and my cheeks turned a slight red.

"Yeah. Pfft, duh. Knew that." Holy crap was that ever obvious. Sonny caught on and laughed.

"Uh-huh, sure. What did you think?" she asked me, amused. Awkward situation. What did I did, of course? I waited through seconds of silence, then said the cliché, or for me anyways.

"Uhhh... Peace out sucka!" I called, dashing out of Sonny's apartment, slamming the door behind me. I still held the door handle and let out a sigh; glad I was out of there. My mind flashed back, as if reminding myself of what happened and what could have happened. Sonny and I were inches apart. And she didn't stop me. Well, neither did I, but was that really a shocker? I walked back to my house slowly, thinking and humming her song. I wondered then who wrote it. Sounded too nice for someone with no experience to have written it, no offense to Sonny. I walked a bit faster to my house and when I got inside, I jogged to my laptop. I placed it on my lap, as I sat on my couch. I went straight to Google to type in the most reasonable name for her song I could think of.

There weren't many results for "La La Land," so I typed in a second option. "Machine" got some results to songs, but mostly death core, or just tunes that didn't match. I groaned, thinking of two options. One, it was called something totally irrelevant like

"Pancakes" or "Transformers Return." I don't know, just some random metaphor. Two, Sonny wrote that song. This was a possible option from the start and I wondered how long she had been writing songs. I shut my laptop with a sigh and placed it back onto a desk. Bored, I went upstairs and turned on one of my many flat screens.

What I was Chad Dylan Cooper? I deserved eighteen TVs. I flipped through stations and came across So Random. I was about to change it, but it wasn't the usual stupid humor. It was Sonny on stage alone. She had a microphone in hand and was singing her heart away.

"To just be real and let the truth be spoken. Whatever's broke I can make it unbroken." She sounded just as amazing as she did before.

"Turn the lead in my hand into something golden. Just try more love, if I just try more love then I'll find myself and time. I'm over my head, and I know it, I know it I'm doing my best not to show it, to show it." Something was different as I heard her voice over my surround system. It was... familiar.

"Whatever it takes to be what I was meant to be, I'm going to try. I'm over my head, and I know it, I know it. I'm doing my best not to show it, to show it." It was on the tip of my tongue.

"Whatever it takes to be what I was meant to be, I'm going to try. Cause I'm living the dream and I know it, I know it. I'm trying my best not to blow it, to blow it." Then my phone interrupted my thoughts. My ring tone was playing. And something clicked.

"Before I fall. Too fast. Kiss me quick, but make it last. So I can see how badly this will hurt me, when you say goodbye. Keep it sweet, keep it slow. Let the future pass, but don't let go..."

"And I know everything will be fine. With me, myself and time." The same. Exactly the same. Their notes equal, their tone equivalent.

"I'll find myself in time, I know I'll find myself in time." The song ended. My phone stopped ringing. My mind had pushed out all thoughts except one particular question.

"Why did they sound so similar?"

SPOV

My manager called. I picked up with a smile. Jersey was grabbing food out of the fridge and my manager spoke across the line.

"Demi, anything new? What's up?" he asked. His name was Chase and all in all, he was really nice. I plopped down on the couch.

"Not much." Chase laughed softly.

"How's the song coming along?" he asked. I smiled. Someone had really liked it.

"Great. It's finished," I told him cheerfully. I could almost see a cheeky grin appear on his face.

"Wonderful! How about we hear it?" he said. I wondered.

"Over the phone?" He laughed.

"No! Come on over to the recording studio, we'll give it a go," he confirmed. My smile turned into a large grin. I hoped they liked it.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be right over!"

"Can't wait. All right, bye!" he called, hanging up without a reply. I ran upstairs to my room. I grabbed my guitar and quickly changed to look like Demi, feeling like Superman a little. With a smirk, I went downstairs. Jersey looked up from a bag of Doritos and smiled.

"Why good evening, Miss Demi Lovato," he joked. I rolled my eyes.

"Why goodbye, Mr. Cheesy Face," I teased, letting him grab a napkin with a playful glare stamped on his face. I walked out quickly, not wanting anyone to see me. I called my limo and it came quickly. I hopped in, driving to the studio.

CPOV

This was stupid. I mean, who cares if they sounded alike? I mean, sure they were both great singers, and I hate to admit it but also both great actors, but so what? Lots of people are great singers and I didn't think they were really Demi Lovato. I cleared my mind with a glass of Sprite and went to my bedroom to hit the hay. All this detective work on Demi's secret made me tired.

SPOV

I had preformed the song after I had walked into the studio. Applause came and I smiled, placing my guitar on the floor next to me. My manager came to stand next to me with a hand on my shoulder after I walked out of the recording room.

"So?" Chase said with hope in his voice. The people who were from the recording company exchanged looks, ending up with them all smiling. That was a good sign.

"It'll be on the radio tomorrow morning," he informed me. I smiled.

"Great. Now, I have to go home. My brother's waiting. Night!" I called, guitar in its case and on lay across my back with the strap crossing my chest.

"Night, Demi," they replied and left just when Chase brought up the issue of the day: money. I sighed and called my limo. While in my car, I realized something. There was something wrong with my new song on the radio. What was it? Chad had seen me perform the song as Sonny Monroe. And there was nothing I could do to stop Chad from hearing it; except for hoping and praying he wouldn't turn on his radio tomorrow morning.