Author's Note: Okay. So this story was disappeared from by the face of the earth. (Sorry for that.) But if you still all love the story as much as you said you had, hopefully this chapter will not be a waste.
Run
Present Time
Chad's Point of View
I called up an old friend from the studios from my cell phone. "Listen," I began. "I know it would be violation of your code and rules for you to find out, but you don't have to get me a full out fledged detailed report. I just want to know where the plane was to."
"Chad, I don't think I can help you." Officer Reynold spoke to me. "Hire a private investigator or something."
The idea lifted a sudden spark to my mind. "Okay, thanks for trying, Ray." I hung up the phone and grabbed my laptop from my 'laptop bag' and quickly turned it on. Once I got it going, I called my acting agent who was more like an assistant, Jenna, a middle aged plump woman.
"Jenna, find me New York's best Private Investigator." I spoke, not waiting for her to say 'Hello'. I was determined.
"Oh," She says sympathetically. "Chad, I'm sure she wasn't cheating on you."
"Wh-What?" I said extremely confused. "I need to hire a private investigator to find out where my friend's plane went to." I explained. "What are you talking about?"
I heard clicking and clacking in the background, as she spoke, "Oh, sweetie. It's on the cover of the Us Magazine." She didn't explain anything as she decided to switch the topic. "Oh! I found a P.I. Her name is Rachel Naverre. She's 26, and got her degree in investigative service at Yale. Very high demand."
"How much is she charged by?" I ask.
"750 an hour." She replies hastily.
I groan. I'm not really made of money. "Okay, but how fast does she get the job done?"
"Her record stands for a half hour. But that depends on the situation."
"Of course." I sarcastically say. I sigh aloud, and then give in. "Alright, forward her contacting information to me. Thanks, Jenna."
"No problem, hun. Buh-Bye." I heard the click that told me she had hung up.
Within minutes, I got the e-mail from Jenna. But I didn't bother to open it for now.
Instead I went to . Where the front page of the website, I see Sonny's name automatically under Latest News.
Sonny Munroe, allegedly new girlfriend of Chad Dylan Cooper, was seen out today with a mystery boy. Photographs were taken of Sonny and the guy out walking in New York Central Park for ice cream. But it looked a little more than friendship.
"They were laughing and smiling with each other, and looked really comfortable together." An insider says from Banana Republic, a store the pair had came into.
Could it be that Sonny Munroe has actually moved on, and just couldn't tell Chad? Was he too late?
I stopped reading before I could fully believe it. I scoffed though. Sonny told me she was on a family errand. And the photos? Don't look like family that much to me.
Ugh, no! What am I doing? Am I crazy? Sonny loves me, and I love her. Don't make things worse!
"Hey, Honey." Sonny said coming in through the apartment doors.
I smiled at her, and closed my laptop, a little suspiciously.
"Hey!" I said excitedly. "How was your day?" Did you do anything that might possibly break my heart? Just wondering.
"Oh it was great!" She exclaimed.
"Yea, you made the Us Magazine." I said casually, as I opened up my laptop again.
"Oh my gosh! Really? I love that magazine!" She says oblivious to my laptop.
She leans in over my shoulder and looks at the laptop and reads the article. "I hate that magazine."
I inhale sharply and turn around to look at her.
"Come on, Chad. You know it's not true."
"Do I?" I can't help but say.
She scoffs, "Oh my god. Do you not trust me? Chad, I've told you that I love you multiple times. Why would I go and cheat right after we got together?"
I don't reply guiltily, and keep my head down.
"And they were right." She says calmly.
I snap my head up in disbelief, and have a wave of shock across my face.
"It was more than friendship, because that's my brother, and I love him." She says.
"Sonny…" I begin.
"Didn't I tell you I was going to be with family today?" Her eyes slightly brimming with tears. "My brother was visiting me in New York, and I had a great day. And of course I was comfortable around him! I grew up with him!"
I stood up, and took a step towards her. "Sonny, I wasn't accusing—"
"No. You know what, Chad? I love you, and you love me. Don't screw that up. Don't let anyone screw that up." She walks out and slams the door.
What the hell did I just do?
