CPOV

"Chad! Chad! Let me in right now." yelled a familiar female's voice who was banging at our door.

"What do you want Portlyn?"

"Let me in and you'll find out." she sang. I was in no mood for games, so I obliged.

She fell into my house as if she was leaning on the door. I stared at her until she explained to me the reason for why she was at my house. I didn't want to be bothered, and Lillian didn't want any visitors. I was mad, to say the least. Not just at Sonny. Not just at the tabloids. Not just at the idiotic teenage girls who are calling my sister tons of names over the internet. But at myself for talking to Sonny like that. I mean, I know she didn't mean it. And I would've done the same thing.

That is, if she was a guy…and had pictures with a girl…and I was a girl…ugh. Too confusing. Bottom line, I regret being so harsh torwards her. However, she did deserve it for doing that to Lillian. Even if it wasn't my sister, how would she feel if I sent pictures like that of her to everyone I knew? Even if it was some random girl I dated before, she still had no right to do that.

"Alright, well Sonny is really sorry." Of course. I knew she'd be pleading Sonny's case. I rolled my eyes and pointed torwards the door. "Get out."

"No, just wait. Hear me out." she walked further into my house.

"Did I say you could come in here? Get out!" I yelled, annoyed.

She stared at me for a few seconds, causing me to feel bad. I hadn't been this mean torwards her, or anybody, since before Sonny came to Hollywood. "I'm sorry, Portlyn. I'm just really stressed right now." I apologized, running my fingers through my hair.

"I know. I understand. But she really is sorry and-" she didn't get to finish that thought, because Lillian ran into the room, jumping up and down and grinning ear to ear. "Lillian? What's with the sudden change of mood?" she's been moping around the house all day depressed, since she found out she couldn't be on that show.

"You'll never guess what happened!"

"Then you might as well tell me." I said, matching her tone; wanting her to hurry up and get to the point.

"Well, Mr. Condor called. Not only am I in the show, but they cast me as the main part!" she rushed up and hugged me tightly. It took me a few seconds to realize what she said. Once I did, I hugged her back. "That's great! I'm so happy for you. Why'd they change their mind?"

"He said someone called in and pled my case. They told him the pictures were photo-shopped! The only catch is that I have to hang out with the person who helped me. You know, to fix my image. Since their's is so clean. Sonny I think it was?"

My stomach flipped. "Sonny did this?" She called Mr. Condor? That was totally risking her job. Even I would've never done that. Especially for someone I've never met.

"M'hm." she nodded. "Oh! Isn't that the girl from So Random you're crushing on?" I could only stare at her in shock. "Yeah, it is!" she said as her smile got even bigger.

"Speak of the devil, she's calling now." Portlyn informed us. The look happy look on her face slowly transformed into shock. "No way! Wow…see, even if Nico ever got mad at me, I'd never go that far." she shivered. I looked at her questioningly. When she caught my eye, she told Sonny she had to go and turned her attention back to me.

"Are you gonna tell me what happened?" I tapped my foot impatiently.

"To get Lillian her part, um," Portlyn said, "Sonny has to basically do whatever Dakota says for two weeks."

I gasped like a girl, with my hand hovering over my mouth. "Dakota?" I remembered all the horrible things she did to Sonny months ago. The torture she had to go through. Dakota was even horrible to me, and she liked me.

"She did that for Lil? She hasn't even met her yet…why would she do that?"

"Because she's Sonny." Portlyn explained. "But right now, she's not very 'Sonny' at all. She's more like…cloudy. Or rainy." she tried to explain, reminding me of my old nicknames for Grady and Nico. "Bottom line, Chad, she's depressed."

I sat down, unable to comprehend. Sonny is to depressed as hot girls are to ugly fat boys. "So, she's not okay?"

"I honestly wouldn't be surprised if she was suicidal right now." I glared at her, hoping she was over exaggerating. "Kay, maybe not suicidal. But when I left her, she was crying into her pillow." my heart dropped at the thought of Sonny crying. All I wanted was to rush over to her and make it all better, but I was the one who had caused her all this pain in the first place.

"Chad, I don't know what happened with you and her, but you have to fix it. She seems like a really nice girl." Lillian said.

I was only mad because of what she did to my sister, but she did fix it. And I do like her. Hell, I think I might love her. I never believed that teenagers could be in love before, but now I do. I love Sonny Monroe. And I was gonna tell her.

An alarm on my phone went off. "Hannah Montana's party?" I read aloud. "That's tonight?"

Portlyn nodded. "And Sonny's going. You do forgive her, right?"

"Yeah." I nodded slowly. "I think I do."

"Yay! I did it!" she twirled around clapping her hands. "So everything's good now, Lillian?" I knew it was, but I just wanted to double check. "It's more than good! I get to hang out with the Sonny Monroe and I'm the star of…whatever they decide to name it! Oh em gee, I hope it's a cool name!" she exclaimed, as she started twirling around with Portlyn. I laughed at their excitement.

"Girls are so weird." I muttered. "Hey! I heard that." Lillian stopped spinning and grabbed a pillow to hit me with, reminding me of Sonny. Portlyn looked over at me understandingly when I sighed. "Well, don't just sit here! We have to get ready for Hannah's! And Lillian, you are sooo coming with us." Portlyn said.

"My first Hollywood party?! Oh em gee!" Lillian yelled. "I'm so excited!" she rushed to her room, to get ready, I assume. "Me too." I admitted. softly.