CHAD'S POV

"Chip?"

"Yeah, Chad." Tawni said smugly, as she flounced her golden curls.

I wanted to smack them silly. Didn't they see how scared Sonny was over there? She worked so hard just to get a place on So Random! and now they were planning to break her heart with the next big thing. I sauntered over there, anger rushing at my cheeks. One look at Sonny gave me all the emotion I needed. Her pale skin was even paler right now, and her lips looked numb and dry. Her cheeks lost all color, and her hair hung limp by her ears. Both hands fell straight down, but her feet were swaying back and forth. She wanted to get out of there, I could tell. I wasn't going to let Tawni do this to her though.

Quickly heading to the doorway, I gently graze Tawni's arm. I whispered, "You're just jealous because I think she's prettier."

I smile and my head turns around to face Sonny. I can hear Tawni's angry heart skyrocketing, and I feel an icy glare shot at me. Ignoring all that, I grab Sonny and drag her out. Poor Sonny. Once we reach her dressing room, I prop her on a fuzzy looking couch. She still stares blankly at the walls, and I can see her thinking.

"Sonny?" I hope she's okay.

"Chad, I don't know if I can do this. The paparazzi, Tawni, my friends, the WORLD." Sonny said sadly, and I felt my heart stop.

"What are you talking about Sonny?" I laugh it off, but I feel a cold sweat run down me.

She turns and looks me straight in the eyes. "You know what I'm talking about. Our relationship! I can't do this! You don't know Tawni. She's going to do anything to get her way."

"And I'm CDC, best actor of our generation." I pat her back. "Don't worry; nothing is going to break us up."

"How do you even know?" She sighs.

"Because I…I care." I struggle to get the words out.

Sonny sniffled a smile. "That was surprisingly sweet of you Chad. Perhaps I'm rubbing off on you."

"I have my moments." I smile too, and I exit the room, with a little wave.

Keep them on their toes, and they beg for more. That's what my dad always said to me. I head over to my dressing room, and I sweep in. Locking the door, I reach for the doorknob of my closet. Flinging it open, I twist my arm to the very back, searching for the leather binding. I freeze. Backing away, I reach for my flashlight that has a picture of me on it. Flickering it on, I shoot the beam of light towards the closet. All I see are robes and junk. I push past the objects, throwing them over my shoulders as I grow more frantic. It's not there. It's not there! Before I know it, I'm on my chair, collapsed. I lost it. Again.

MARK'S POV

Well, well, well. Little Chad lost his private journal. It's such a pity. Thank goodness Tawni brought me over here to follow them. Of course, I still get to keep Sonny. But have you seen Portlyn? She is hot! Dumb as a peanut, but still. Maybe I'll let that one time slide.