Sorry for the longish wait, but I also have to update my other stories. Okay, here's chapter ten! I don't own anything and Music of our lives is made up on the spot.

Oh! One more thing, Global Warming was found out to be a GOVERNMENT CONSPEARACY! We're not killing those poor little polar bears! Yay us! Lol!

(SPOV)

He turned back to her and frowned, growing slightly angry, "Why would you want me to do that to your best friend?"

"Do what?" I cut in once more.

"Nothing, let's just do something else." Chad pushed past Tawni and walked over to the group.

"Chad," he stopped, "you have to do one of our bets." Tawni commanded.

"You gonna make me?" he turned to her and raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe." She crossed her arms.

"I'd like to see you try." He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Okay, well I think we should move onto karaoke or something." I suggested and walked over to the mic-stand. "Who's first?" I beamed, completely ignoring Tawni and Chad.

"Ooo! Ooo! Pick me!" Grady bounced with his hand in the air, waving furiously.

"Uh, okay Grady! Come on!" I moved over as he grabbed the microphone and stood facing the crowd. "What song?"

"I don't care, just put it on random." he pointed to the PS2 karaoke game I received from a technical producer. "Because everything is So Random!" he added as my cast laughed and the drama snobs glared at him.

"Okay, here we go." I popped the disc into a game system and handed him the fake microphone. I placed the real microphone back in the stand and moved it off to the side as his song started.

Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me,
I think they're okay.
If they don't give me proper credit,
I just walk away.

They can beg and they can plead,
But they can't see the light.
Cause the boy with the cold hard cash,
is always Mr. Right.

Cause we are living in a material world,
and I am a material girl.
You know that we are living in a material world,
And I am a material girl.

Some boys romance, some boys slow dance,
That's alright with me.
If they can't raise my interest,
then I have to let them be.

Some boys try and some boys lie,
but I don't let them play.
Only boys who save their pennies,
make my rainy day.

I cut off the song, feeling awkward enough and everyone slowly started to clap as if they were scared too.

"Yay, Grady!" I said with fake enthusiasm. "Okay, someone else?"

I took the microphone and handed it to one of the girls who questioned Tawni. I think her name was Jennifer.

"Um, can we not use the game?" she looked at me hoping and begging for an answer.

"Yeah, sure." I took out the disc and looked at her, "what are you going to use for music?"

She shrugged, "I don't know, maybe someone knows guitar or whatever." She looked at me and raised her eyebrows and my eyes widened, "Come on, I saw you the first day. You had a guitar case." She pointed out.

"Oh, no, I don't play very good." I shook my head.

"So, I don't sing well, we could make the perfect team!" she was beaming so I agreed and ran to my dressing room.

Rummaging through my things, I finally found my guitar case with my dad's acoustic guitar placed gently in it. I pulled open the case and picked the instrument up by the neck and grabbed my pick and strap.

I attached the strap while walking back to the commissary. Upon entering I saw a band set up from the TV show Music of our lives.

"So, can I go put this away?" I looked at Jennifer who shook her head vigorously.

"No, the guitar player is out sick. Now get up there!" she ushered smiling.

"So much for a simple game of karaoke." I joked quietly.

"Okay, do you guys know You got me?" the band nodded their heads. I thought about the title and remember learning the song at a camp one year. She turned back to the regular microphone and waited for us to start. I heard the keyboard play and a guitar pitched in. Looking down, I noticed my fingers in motion.

You're stuck on me,

And my laughing eyes.

I can't pretend, though I try to hide.

I like you. I like you.

I think I felt my heart skip a beat,

I'm standing here and I can hardly breathe.

You got me. Yeah, you got me.

The way you take my hand, is just so sweet.

Then Jennifer did the thing I dreaded most. She took the microphone and placed the stand in front of me and left the stage. Everyone started cheering and high-fiving as if they planned the whole thing. I looked out and saw Chad laughing next to a smirking Tawni. Great.

Then, I did the stupidest thing possible… I sang. Why? Because Sonny Monroe doesn't disappoint. It's like that famous quote by Abraham Lincoln, 'You can please some of the people most of the time, all the people some of the time, and none of the people…' um, well my history teacher always went to fast for me to understand what he said, so never mind.

And that crooked smile of yours,

It knocks me off of my feet.

Oh, I just can't get enough of you.

How much do I need to fill me up?

It feels so good, it must be love.

It's everything that I've been dreaming of.

I give up. I give in. I let go.

Let's begin.

Cause no matter what I do,

Oh, my heart is filled with you.

I can't imagine what it'd be like,

Living each day in this life,

Without you. Without you.

One look from you,

I know you understand.

This mess we're in, you know is,

Just so out of hand.

Oh, I just can't get enough.

How much do I need to fill me up?

It feels so good, it must be love.

It's everything that I've been dreaming of.

I give up. I give in. I let go.

Let's begin.

Cause no matter what I do,

Oh, my heart is filled with you.

I looked up at Chad and smiled. I truly believed I was singing for him, I was only telling him something he already knew, but I didn't mind.

I hope we always feel this way (I know we will)

And in my heart, I know you'll stay.

Oh, I just can't get enough.

How much do I need to fill me up?

It feels so good, it must be love.

It's everything that I've been dreaming of.

I give up. I give in. I let go.

Let's begin.

Cause no matter what I do,

Oh, I just can't get enough.

How much do I need to fill me up?

It feels so good, it must be love.

(It's everything that I've been dreaming of)

I give up. I give in. I let go.

Let's begin.

Cause no matter what I do,

Oh (oh)

My heart is filled with you.

Oh (oh)

You got me. Yeah, you got me.

Oh (oh) oh, oh (oh, oh)

You got me. Yeah, you got me.

As I strung the last note, I noticed Chad actually smiling and Tawni stood with her mouth ajar like she was screaming.

A warm blush slowly crept onto my face as I stood up and slowly walked off of the makeshift stage. The drummer dropped his drum sticks and started clapping. Everyone laughed and clapped along but I was too focused on the door to really notice that they were smiling, not laughing at me.

I left the room without a word but felt someone following close behind. I ignored the presence and kept going until I reached my dressing room.

I placed my guitar back into the case as I heard the music blaring. I recognized the song as Fifteen.

"Nice job Monroe." Chad's voice was ringing through my ears. I whipped around to see him leaning against the doorframe.

"Well, I'm glad you liked it, but I'm not much of a singer." I turned back to the case and shut the last clasp.

"I'm not so sure. If Chuckle City doesn't work out then you can join the music biz." He smiled again and walked over me.

"Really? I was thinking you would say I should join the Falls; but I guess I'm not good enough." I raised my eyebrows and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Nah. You're better." He smiled and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer.

I gave him a small smile before leaning in to kiss him full on the lips. I felt the familiar shock run cold down my spine when someone cleared their throat. I quickly pulled away to be met by a face I didn't want, expect, or really care to see right then.

Marshal.

"What are you doing here?" I quickly let go of Chad and put my hands behind my back.

"No, the question is, what are you two doing here instead of being with the others?" he raised his eyebrows waiting for a response.

"Well, I came to put my guitar away." I explained.

"And?" Marshal leaned forward still waiting.

"And that was it." I looked down at the ground.

"Back to the party now." He pointed out the door and I followed suit.

"Sorry," I mumbled and rushed out the door with Chad close behind. He still walked in his cocky, calm and collected manner that I hated to love.

We entered the room only to see Tawni and Portlyn fitting… over a tube of lipstick.

This might be might worst chapter, but please review and you might just find out what the dare was. Wow, it's late, so I gotta go. R&R!