Sonny's POV (A month later)

I was in my apartment with my mom who had been completely unaware of Channy until three days ago when she got back from Wisconsin, and though I had already told her every detail, she had the patience to listen to it again and comfort.

"Sonny, he's gone," she tried to convince me in the kindest way she could.

"I know, just because of the paparazzi," I sobbed. "I have to let it go."

There was a knock at the door, and my mom answered it.

"Tawni?" I asked.

"Yeah, you've been like this for a month."

"Yeah, so?" I blew my nose.

"Chad has moved on and is dating Penelope."

"There's no problem that you can make worse by adding guilt or jealousy!" I accused.

"So… we should get you all dolled up, because we are going out tonight!" she said.

"Where are we going may I ask?" I wiped a tear from my face.

"Italia, where Italian is served right," she announced.

"And how's that going to cheer me up?" I asked a bit curiously.

"The food is okay, the service is terrible, but there are really, REALLY cute guys."

"It's too soon," I complained.

"It's been a month, Sonny, and people get over their exes in a matter of days. We need you to get out again!"

"Don't worry, I promise that you'll feel better."

"I promise."

"Okay," I sniffed.

"Look, the day's still young. We're going to go shopping for both of us, get mani-pedis, and I already have a reservation for Italia." She took my hand. For the first time in a long time, I smiled.

Then, Tawni took out her phone.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I just needed to text someone to say hi."

"Whatever. Let's go!"

I was desperate and would do anything to get Chad off of my mind.

Chad's POV

My phone vibrated.

"Who's that Chad?" Penelope chimed in her sweet voice.

"A Random," I tried not to care. Was it Sonny? I picked up my phone quickly.

It was a text from Tawni.

"sonny and me are goin 2 italia at 8"

"so?"

"b ther"

"Something bothering you?" Penelope asked.

"No, nothing," I said.

"Do you want some more crab?" She was about to feed me more king crab.

"I'm okay. Hey, do you want to go to Italia tonight?"

"Sure," she smiled.

"Pick you up at 8," I clicked my tongue and went to my apartment to freshen up.