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Chapter 10-She Wouldn't Move On

Chad's POV

I head straight up to my room and pretty much slam myself on the bed, trying to stop myself from crying. I'm a guy – a man, pretty much. I don't cry. That stereotype is getting harder and harder to believe.

Why is my life so tough? People think I'm Chad Dylan Cooper – and I'm perfect. My life is perfect, according to the press and all people outside my real life. And I'm glad they don't know the truth. If they did, would I still have the reputation I do today? The cool guy? Uh…no. Not a chance. And I surely don't want to be seen as the messed-up celebrity – Mom wouldn't want that. As much as she wouldn't want Dad to move on so quick…

"Chad?"

Sonny's soft knuckles knock on the door, and I scowl. It's not that I suddenly hate Sonny now. I just don't like her attitude on this WHOLE wedding thing.

"C-can I come in?"

I ignore her question and toss over in my bed, looking at the wall away from the door. I hear her sigh, before walking over to the bed, sitting on the edge and putting a hand on my head, my hair. Before I would've said no-one touches the hair of CDC, even nowadays with all Sonny's done for me, I'd have flinched. But now, I don't have the energy.

"Chad, I'm sorry if me and Mom went overboard with the whole wedding thing, but we didn't want to upset you…I was hoping you'd have moved on, or at least now understood that your Dad has moved on…"

"Well, I haven't, OK?" I say, "Sorry to disappoint you."

She groans, "Chad, I'm not disappointed…"

"Really, Sonny?" I growl, "Really?"

She rolls her eyes, "Chad, didn't you think that maybe, just maybe, you're Mom would want your Dad to move on?"

I scowl, "She wouldn't."

"She might." She says, "She wouldn't want your Dad to just mope about her all day. Maybe she'd be cool with everything that's happening with Melanie. I know I would be…"

"You don't know my Mom like I did." I say, voice slightly cracking, and I have to choke back a sea of tears. Sonny frowns as I finally look around to see her. I see tears in her eyes, and feel a little bad for making Sonny almost cry.

"Just…think about it." She says, leaving the room, and I return to my bed.

Sonny's wrong, I know she is. My Mom loved my Dad; she wouldn't want him to move on, just like I didn't want Sonny to move on when we broke up.

She's wrong…she must be…

I end up sleeping somehow, something I'm glad of. Sleep – one way to get away from the cruddy reality that is my life.

I look around and I see I'm in my house, my real house, not this house I'm in with Sonny. I see, in the middle of the room, a couch, and on that couch is a woman, a blonde woman with blue eyes, sat with a man, and they're hugging, looking down at a little bundle of life in her arms. It's a baby boy, with a little curl of blonde hair. I walk closer and see he has cool blue eyes. He reaches up to the woman and straight away I see their connection.

I smile.

It's times like this (and only times like this) when I wonder why I'm so afraid to show myself as a baby – I'm so cute.

I blink and it seems time has moved on. The little baby in his mother's arms is now six years old. I remember that day – the day I got an agent. The day I got the part in The Goody Gang. I had no idea why I was doing all of it – no idea that it got me money, got me fame. I do now. Ah, the innocence of youth.

The mother walks in and gives the little boy a hug, and I feel a twist in my stomach. I hate to say it, but I miss those hugs. Rose-scented and sweet.

One more blink, and more time has moved on. Another six years, and I'm twelve. My first audition for Mackenzie Falls. I did get the role, two years later, but this is the night I remember most of all those nights of auditioning, the first one. I remember my Mom telling me how proud she was of me, and around that time I still wasn't a big-head. That happened around the age of fifteen, when I really got popular. But right then, I was just a kid with a dream and an amazing mother. And a pretty damn good agent too.

There seems to be a trend, because the next one is about 5 or six years later. The day I heard Mom had died. It's me, stood in the middle of the living room. I'm on the phone to Dad, who was at hospital, just hoping she was gonna be OK. She wasn't.

I see the look on the younger me's face go dark, upset. He shakes his head, the phone dropping from his hand, before collapsing onto the couch, bursting out crying.

CDC never cries.

But he did.

"You sure were upset, that day," I hear a voice say, and turn to see a 40 year old woman with blonde hair and blue eyes looking my way. She smiles at me, eyes calm, and my face suddenly lights up.

"…Mom?"

:D You guys know what's going on? Chad's Mom's visiting his dream! Aw :)

Anyway, me and whoopee123, my friend from school, are thinking of writing a combo story. It's gonna be called Stars Lost At Sea, I think. I'll say more soon. I think it'll be on my profile, but if not, I'll tell you guys when it comes out.

Stay Strong xxx Demi