A/N:Okay, I'm pissed. I'm really pissed. I update maybe two days ago, and I know people are reading it because me and my story is getting alerted like crazy. But no one reviewed. Guys, it sucks when you don't review. I feel like a vain cow begging for reviews, but its not that hard is it? I like this story. Its angsty, and the show itself will never really show that prospect on here.

It makes me feel like no one wants to read my story. I wanna be a writer when I get older, and my biggest fear is that I'll drown in the industry. Really, this site is like a dream to me, and I am praying people think I'm good.

Sorry about that. Didn't want to be all dramatic and whatever, but I guess I am.

Anyway, I have finally finished this story on my pc. I'm excited (: The ending isn't suicidal, if you were wonderin, but I'm not saying anything more.

Also, if there are any typos, ignore them. I'm typing one one of those tiny laptop notebook things, and the keys are really frustrating.

Also: Chapter ten! Woo hoo!!!

Sonny sat beside Nico in the prop house, her legs brought to her chest and her arms wrapped around herself. Nico looked so tired and sad that Sonny immediately felt pulled down into his gloom.

"You want to talk about it?" Sonny asked quietly.

Nico shrugged, though his eyes told a different story. "What's there to talk about?"

Sonny shrugged too. She didn't really want to force him into saying anything, but she was itching to know. It was a good feeling caring about something else, like maybe there was still a little bit of the old sunny Sonny left in her empty body.

"I have a date tonight," Nico said slowly, like he wasn't sure he should really be telling her. Sonny didn't know what to say. She knew about Nico and Grady and whatever complicated emotions they shared, but going on a date? It just seemed-

"With Portlyn," he added, looking away.

Sonny shot him a disappointed look. "Nico-"

"Don't lecture me, Sonny!" he snapped. "I know what I'm doing. It's pretty damn clear what he wants, so what's the point? What's the point in even thinking . . ." Nico drifted off. He couldn't wrap his head around it. It just wouldn't happen, it was unfathomable.

Nico Harris was definitely not gay.

But yet, here he is.

"I'll tell you what the point is, Nico!" Sonny huffed. "The fact is, he's absolutely terrified, okay? You think he expected this either? No. No one did, to be honest. So he's trying to trick himself – and you too – into thinking that he doesn't care, when he does. He cares a lot. You should see the looks you get, Nico Harris!"

Nico edged away. What had gotten into this girl? There hadn't been any emotion in her face for months, and now she was getting all defensive about love!

He had a small suspicion it had to do with a certain blond-haired, three named jerk who she still hadn't gotten over.

"Are you- Are you jealous, Sonny?"

"Of you? No, not really. Grady's not, er- my type," Sonny said, wrinkling her nose.

"I don't have a type, Sonny! It's not like I walk along the streets checking out guys' butts or anything!" Nico hissed. Sonny shrugged, looking slightly amused. "Shut up!" he mumbled.

"I didn't say anything."

Nico glared daggers at her.

"What's all the fuss?" came Tawni's bright voice, dulled by her misery.

"I think I just laughed. It was quiet, but I did. You have no idea how long it's been," Sonny smiled, as though she was describing a great old friend of hers.

"Tawni, Sonny's still in love with it, isn't she?" Nico asked, whirling around to face the blond. Her eyes looked bruised, and her skin was pale, but she was still glamorous Tawni Hart.

There was a small scoff from behind them, but Tawni and Nico ignored it. "Duh," Tawni replied, crossing her legs as she sat down.

The vent slid open before Sonny could argue. "Hey," Zora mumbled weakly.

"We're all together," Sonny stated quietly. "Except-"

"He's with some girl," Nico said abruptly. No body said anything. Apparently, they knew very well of what was going on between the two boys.

For now, they were just four fifths. Never a whole, just a fraction. Sonny never had liked fractions, and yet she was here, split into many, many pieces. She wondered whether they ever would be one whole again. Or four quarters, or two halves, or eight eights . . .

"Well, I suppose I should probably drop the bomb – or whatever that stupid saying is. I mean, who's literally going to drop a bomb?" Sonny shot her a look to hint that she should stop rambling. "Right, okay, well, er- I-I 'm pregnant."

Nico nodded. So it was true then. Zora's face looked surprised, though Sonny wondered if the little thirteen-year-old actually knew how pregnancy happened. Zora was a bright kid, but a bit out of it sometimes.

"Call it Gnome," Zora said after a long silence. Tawni scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"I don't even know what I'm doing with this thing," she muttered, pointing to her gradually growing stomach. "But if I do happen to give it a name, it won't be Gnome."

"Why? It could grow a little beard, and we could give it a little pointy hat-"

"It's not a dress up doll, Zora!" Tawni shrieked, horrified. She placed her arms around her abdomen protectively. "You will not go near my baby!"

Tawni's three cast mates exchanged looks of approval.

"What?"

"You're going to be a great Mum, Tawn'," Sonny whispered. She couldn't believe it, but Tawni's eyes really started to water.

Choking on her tears, Tawni grinned. "I'm good at everything, aren't I?"

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