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(CPOV)

I followed Sonny down to the commissary and laughed when I spotted the air heads fighting over lipstick. That's just stupid.

"Listen, this is my lipstick, so get your grubby hands off!" Tawni snapped.

"Do I need to spell it out or scream it in your face," Portlyn sneered, "it's mine! M I N E!"

Tawni clenched her teeth and screamed at the top of her lungs like a two-year-old. I held in a chuckle as Sonny's director waltzed in on the scene before us.

"What is going on?!" he snapped. I've never seen him mad, but I guess this would be as close as he could get to it. "This is ridiculous!" everyone stopped to stare at him, "I told you to get along and here you are fighting… not to mention these two." He jerked a thumb towards me and Sonny, who was blushing furiously. I smirked and rolled my eyes.

"Marshal," Tawni tried to reason, walking over and placing a hand on his shoulder, "I promise that it won't happen again. You have nothing to worry about." She smiled and walked him to the door.

He whispered something to her and she laughed and nodded. He shook his head and glared at me. I furrowed my brow but shook it off. He left without another word and the teens erupted once more into havoc. The lights dimmed to a party mood.

Music blared from the speakers and the group of party-goers danced wildly as if at a night club. I shook my head and made my way to a punch bowl nearby. What a drag.

I was pouring the cool, pink liquid into a plastic cup when someone wrapped their arms around my waist. I expected my girlfriend to be behind me, but when I turned around I was met by Portlyn. "What?" I asked trying to pry her hands off of me.

"Chaddy!" she quickly hugged me.

"Portlyn, get off." I placed my cup on the table and tried to pull my costar from my neck without hurting her or drawing attention to us. I looked out to see Sonny's back turned towards me, Thank God.

She quickly pulled away glaring at me, "What's wrong with you?!" she snapped. I studied her face carefully hoping to find an answer of some sort, but nothing came. I smirked, she's acting.

"Portlyn, Devon's checking you out." I looked past her head to some random nerd and smirked, trying to convince the girl before me.

"Where?!" she whipped around and waved flirtasciously to no one in particular. When she realized that no one was there, she turned and glared at me, smacking my arm. "Liar," she quickly regained her 'character'. "Chaddy, you bad boy!" I grimaced. Ew.

I tried to walk around her but she literally threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. "You smell good," I felt nauseous around this whack-job.

I noticed some turning to watch the scene as I tried, once again, to pull the girl off of me. "Let go of me, Portlyn." I hissed. She shook her head defiantly.

"I'm getting paid," she whispered.

"How much?" I raised an eyebrow and looked down at her.

"About twenty bucks." She shrugged.

"I'll give ya forty to go follow the person that paid you," I whispered. She thought about and nodded with a smile. I handed her the cash and she rushed off into the crowd. I straightened my jacket and turned back to the table. I felt the stares, I heard the whispers, I played it safe and ignored them.

I heard someone come up behind me, "Leave me alone, Portlyn."

"You saving her for later?" I heard the person scoff, but it definitely was not Portlyn. I whipped around to face the angry and hurt girl.

"Sonny, I-" before I could finish she slapped me straight across my face.

"We're done," she shook her head in disgust and walked away. I put a hand up to my cheek and felt the anger boil inside of me.

"Go away!" I heard a familiar voice. Portlyn's dark hair waved wildly as she chased after a retreating figure. Ferguson.

I looked over at Sonny leaning against the wall with a hand covering her eyes. When I glanced back to where Ferguson had been standing, I only saw a small herd of dancing girls. I shook my head and made my way to the girl I had unintentionally hurt. I kept a steady pace as the song Welcome to Hollywood by Mitchel Musso blared loudly.

Welcome to Hollywood!

Boy, you better live it up before it brings you down.

Welcome to Hollywood,

Just got a grip on how to get around.

Drama llama made its way into this story too! Okay, R&R! I know the beginning stunk but the end got better, so click that small, green button that should take around three minutes or less! Sorry it's short!