CHAD'S POV

I was watching the 6 o'clock news early Friday morning - I was only up because I never went to sleep after the Sonny talk - when a story about Tawni came on. Just as I was going to change it, they mentioned Sonny.

"16 year-old, Tawni Hart, best known as her attempt to shoot fellow classmate, 16 year old, Sonny Munroe, is in a coma. Specialists say she might now come out of the condition. Ms. Hart's mother, Tammy Hart, has decided to open a statement about her daughter." The anchorman finished, as a blonde lady entered the screen.

"Hello, I'm Tammy Hart. I'd like to say if my daughter, Tawni, wakes up from her coma she should be admitted to a psych ward. But I can't say that. She's my daughter. I love her dearly. This action was out of line. As for rumors saying I wish to press charges against Ms. Munroe are untrue. Ms. Munroe caused no harm to the situation. Her actions were reflexes. Yes, Sonny did grab the gun. But when she grabbed it Tawni must've noticed the way Sonny had it angled. Tawni shot the gun. Sonny should not be pressed charges. She caused no harm to Tawni. From what I hear Sonny was a warm, kind, loving girl with nothing but generosity in her heart. Tawni did indeed have a big crush on Sonny's boyfriend, Chad Dylan Cooper. I did find the crush a bit over obsessive and give the police force full permission to search her bedroom for signs of stalking Mr. Cooper." she paused for a bit, looking overtired and flushed, "That will be all."

As soon as she finished camera flashed were all over the TV. I flipped it off and opened the door, I directly noticed a news truck pulling in Sonny's driveway. "Damnit." I muttered. I pulled on a shirt and yelled to my mother, "I'm going to Sonny's!"

"Okay! Have fun!" she called from upstairs.

I slammed the door and raced over to Sonny's backdoor. I knocked rapidly until Mrs. Munroe opened the door startled, "Yes, Chad?" she said, calmy.

"Don't answer your door." I said, peering over her head.

"What? Why not?" she asked, just as the doorbell went off.

"The news station is here. The story about Sonny and Tawni is all over TV," I said, a little too fast.

"I won't answer it. Go tell Sonny to close her windows." she said, moving out of the doorway. I walked quickly to the stairs. "Hurry!" she yelled.

I went every other stair, as I got to Sonny's bedroom door I stopped. I had to make this an amazing entrance. It was the first time I'd see her bedroom.

I straightened my close and grabbed the doorknob. Locked. Damn. I pressed my ear to the door and heard guitar strumming and singing.

"Today was a fairytale. You were the prince. I used to be a damsel in distress. You took me by the hand and you picked me up at four. Today was a fairytale." I couldn't help but notice that four was the time that I asked Sonny to come down to meet me. "Today was a fairytale. I wore a dress. You wore a dark gray t-shirt. You told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess. Today was a fairytale."

I zoned out, listening to the banging of the door and the yelling of, "IS THIS THE MUNROE RESIDENT?" But I couldn't tear myself away from Sonny's beautiful voice. She was talented.. I just couldn't do it.

"But can you feel this magic in the air? Must have been the way you kissed me. Fell in love when I saw you standing there. Must've been the way. Today was a fairytale. It must've been the way. Today was a fairytale. Today was a fairytale. You've got a smile, that takes me to another planet. Every move you make everything you say is right. Today was a fairytale. Today was a fairytale. All that I can say, is now it's getting so much clearer. Nothing made sense till the time I saw your face. Today was a fairytale. Time slows down, whenever your around. Yeaah." She finished strumming, and I knocked slowly.

"Who is it?" she called.

"Chad." I muttered, quietly.

"Oh, one second." I heard the shuffling of feet and moving of things and then she swung the door open. "Hey." she kissed me on the cheek. "Ready to see my room?" she smiled that Sonny everything's-going-to-be-alright smile.

"My dream." I grinned a toothy grin. She held my hand and instructed me to close my eyes.

"Open them!" she held her hands out "Ta-Da" style. I gazed around, eyeing the Coca-Cola bedspread, and vintage furniture.

"I love it." I smiled. "And I love you." She stared deep into my eyes. "I love you too." she finally said.

"But, Sonny. There's news reporters downstairs. They just did a story about you and Tawni on Channel 12. And Tawni's mom said she gave the force permission to search Tawni's bedroom to see if she was stalking me. And oh yeah. Tawni's in a coma."

Her mouth dropped open and tears slowly streamed down her face. "Ohmygod.." she said quietly. "I did that to her.. Chad.. that bitch is going to haunt my dumb ass."

"Sonny.. shhh.. Don't say that. She won't. I promise." I said trying to comfort her, sitting down on her bed.

"Chad." she began, sitting next to me, laying her head on my shoulder crying, quietly. "I'm so scared..."

"Don't be, Sonny." I whispered, laying her down on her bed. "It's not your fault, I swear," I made my way to close her curtains.

"Lay down with me.. please?" she looked up at me with a hopeful look in her eye.

I exhaled, "Okay." I smiled laying down to her beauty. She laid her head on my chest, I felt her cold tears seep through my shirt. "I heard your song." I said out of nowhere.

"Y- you did?" she stammered, nervously.

"Yup," I smiled, stroking her cheeks.

"They're about you."

"I kind of figured." I chuckled. "I wrote more. But I'm not a stalker," she looked down, sensing the awkwardness of her comment.

"What are they called?" I changed the awkward subject.

"Jump then Fall. Catch Me. Stay. As I Am." she said, tensing up.

"I'd love to hear them someday, Sonny," I said quietly.

"Really?" she lifted her head, smiling at me.

"Honestly."