AN: Okay, I'm really sorry this chapter's so short, but I had to. So a few more chapters, then the story's done! Okay, one question. I'm thinking up a story about Sonny and Chad, of course in an alternate universe. Okay, like they're not actors, but they work at Baskin Robins and Dunkin' Donuts and I change certain episodes into that kinda basis. It's hard to explain, but they meet on a Subway and I'll add more channy than in episodes. So? Do you want me to write it? Would you read it? I'll finish this story first, but after? Okay, let me know. Thanks for everything! Please continue to R & R! Thankies! Love, Rinny

PS. I'm really excited to finish this story because I just decided what's going to happen at the end and I think you'll all love it! Kay, byes!

Chapter 14

SPOV

I felt my wig lying on the side of my hip, relieving my brown locks.

"Hey Sonshine."

So that's what this was. A game to him. I shook my head, speechless. Chad was waiting for me to say something, but I just couldn't. He seemed so damn calm, as if everything we had been through was only worth it for a stupid news story. I knew he would run to the press, why wouldn't he? I mean, he himself would get more press and I would be stuck without my music and maybe without a job for lying. It was not very likely, but possible. All I knew was I had to leave, to run away.

So when the air began so dense with silence, I fled with my wig and purse dangling from my fingers. I felt the wind beneath my sneakers and the distant sound of Alice talking to a crazy man in a hat. I knew Chad was behind me, trying to catch up, but I didn't care. It made me go faster. I reached the door and opened it with a single tear shedding, but it was slammed shut by a hand, stopping me from running anywhere.

"Sonny, please," Chad said with a pleading tone and begging eyes to match.

"What?" I spat as harshly as I could manage. I was naturally nice, it was a bit of a challenge to be angry, well except for right now. His eyes grew sad; wanting me to simply forget my life was over and enjoy a stupid movie.

"Please." I didn't know what he even wanted. I mean, he hadn't expected me to be just a bit angry? Had he expected me to say "Well, I'm glad that secrets out of the way. Let's eat popcorn and be dandy." Ew, even if I wasn't mad that sounded really dumb. I sighed.

"What? What do you want me to do? Go back and join you and act like nothing happened?" I spat, keeping my harsh tone. Now he was at lose for words. His hand dropped from the door slowly. I needed to say one thing before I ran for it.

"I knew it. I knew you couldn't be nice or sweet without wanting something for yourself. Yet I let myself fall for you," I managed without another tear leaving the corner of my eye until I was out the door. I didn't look back to see the expression on his face. I didn't look back to see him pick up the phone and call Santiago. I didn't look back to see the guy I once loved.

I slipped on my wig and I called my limo as I ran down the block. I caught tears before they could sweep down my face. My limo arrived in minutes, meeting me at the end of a street, a block away from a certain someone's house. I got in the car, letting a few tears loose by accident. My driver looked back with a worried face, viewable by the review mirror.

"Demi, are you okay?" he asked me. I sighed, my breath cracking from the lump in my throat.

"I-I'm f-f-fine, t-thanks," I said, remaining polite. I was only mad at one person for now. His face remained worried, but his sight turned towards the road as we drove away.

CPOV

She was gone. And so was her secret. But I couldn't help but feel it wasn't worth it. I mean, sure, I had figured out the most incredible, juicy secret not yet known to the public, but who cares? Something, no, someone was a lot more important than a magazine cover. And they were gone now. I sighed, going back inside, slamming the door behind me and going to my living room. I wondered where Sonny was going. I mean, her house was right next to mine. I'm sure she would return soon enough to her own house. I fell down onto my couch in a huff. Her words rang in my ears.

"Yet I let myself fall for you." But it wasn't how it sounded. If one were to just type it, it would sound cute. But it was the most dreaded tone I had ever heard. It was as if Sonny had gone and she let an alternate personality take over. And I don't mean Demi; they had the same sort of attitude. I mean, a scary, mad Sonny. One that usually never existed. But I had brought it out in her. I let out another sigh. No, the moment wasn't cute or sweet. It was terrible, yet it kept replaying in my mind.

"Yet I let myself fall for you." I dissected her words carefully. She said she fell for me, so she is, at least at one point was in love with me. Was she still? A guy could hope...and pray. But the thing that made the moment dangerous was that she said she let herself. What did that mean? I groaned in realization. She regretted it.

Every single second she let my charm and I take over her second thoughts. I stood up, my hands flying through my blonde curls in anger. This whole thing was a mess. But a question entered my mind. Would I tell the press? I thought for a little. Then my mind came up with an answer. A stupid answer, that wasn't a direct answer at all. But it was a statement, a starting point. I had always been in love with Sonny Monroe and no matter what tone she used, who she was when she put on a wig, or that she could be the key to the most popular story of all time, that feeling wasn't going to change.