I am so, so, so, so, so, so, SO sorry! I've been terrible. I promised you a speedy update, but instead I give it to you like a month later. So, sorry. Lately, I've been grounded and then I've just been to lazy to update. SO. sorry.

Oh! while I'm here... Who else saw Demi's video for Give Your Heart A Break? It was awesome. Demi continues to amaze me, brava.

So, now that I've got that all it, you can read the story.

Sonny Munroe walked swiftly down the hallway. Rounding each corner with a sharp turn.

Her arms were filled with a small stack of papers. Written on them were sketch ideas she thought would be good for this weeks show.

If she was late again, Marshall would have her head. He had informed her that if she was late one more time she just wouldn't be in this weeks show.

But if she was late it wasn't her fault. It was his.

In other words, Chad Dylan Cooper.

The teen heartthrob had stopped her numerous times that week just to pick a fight. Not that she didn't enjoy it. Infact, bruising his ego was amusing. It was far to large anyways.

The only problem was Chad was a flirt. Every now and then he'd slip up and say something stupid like 'Well, at least I don't have pretty hair!'. It almost sounded like a compliment to her and an insult to himself at the same time.

If she didn't know any better, She'd say Chad had a crush on her.

But that's impossible.

A smile stretched across her face as she realized she was almost to the set and with a few minutes to spare.

But of course when everything was right something had to go wrong.

She gasped as she collided with someone and her papers were sent flying into the air. She quickly caught herself before her head could hit the floor.

"Ow." She whimpered as the tall figure who she had ran into knealt down infront of her.

"I'm so sorry." The person said, a boy she recognized. "Are you okay?" He asked, worry evident in his voice.

She looked up meeting the boys apologetic gaze. And judging by the striking blue eyes she knew exactly who was staring back at her. "Chad?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry I ran into you." He began picking up the papers scatterd across the floor.

"Oh no, its fine." She also began picking up the papers. She stifled a gasp as Chad's hand bumped into her's and that familiar electric shock shot up her arm again.

She never quite understood what that meant. She asked Tawni about it but all she did was insist that love was in the air.

She had rolled her eyes at that. Her and Chad? Pfft, yeah right. She had no romantical feelings for Chad what so ever. None, zero, zilch, nada.

Or at least that's what she kept telling herself.

She looked up. The blush on Chad's cheeks definitely hadn't gone unnoticed.

He quickly stood up with half the papers in his hand. He extended his other hand to help her up.

She graciously took it as he pulled her up. "Are you okay?" He questioned once again, handing her back the remainder of the pages.

She shot him a glare then realized he wasn't being sarcastic. He was being... sincere. It was a bit of a shock. "Y-yeah, I'm good- I'm fine." She stuttered. "Well, my butt took a pretty hard hit." She chuckled light heartedly. "But other than that I'm fine."

"Well, I'm glad you're okay."

Okay, so not what she was expecting. "Chad, are you feeling alright?" She asked, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead.

He gave her a strange look, slowly removing her hand from his face. "Yeah, I'm good. Why?" He questioned, dropping her hand and watching it return to her side.

She shrugged. "Its just that you're acting..." She stopped, searching for the right word. "Different." She decided.

A smile graced his face. "How so?"

"Well, you're actually being- dare I say it- nice." She said, her eyes darting to the clock on the wall.

"Well, that's just me."

She looked at him doubtfully. It wasn't him, its never been him. Chad was a jerk. As if she hadn't expressed that enough. He was putting up some stupid facade, trying to act nice, then BAM! hit her where it hurts. He wasn't going to get her this time though. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

Her eyes flickered to the clock once again. Seeing the time, she groaned.

Because not only was she late, she was two freakin' minutes late. If she headed to rehearsal now she'd just be sent back to her dressing room. Leaving herself to do nothing but drown herself in Tween Weekly magazines and get a sugar rush off a couple of fro-yo's.

Finding no other choice, she carefully shuffles her papers into a neat stack and starts towards her dressing room.

She begins to walk at a steady pace, but after realizing she has no where important to go, slows down.

Suddenly, her mood turns sour. Feeling someone behind her, she spins around. "What?" She yells.

Frightened by her angered tone, the boy steps back, but only a little. "I was just wondering where you were going."

For some reason that statement makes her blood boil. Not only had he made her late and gotten her excluded from this weeks show, but he also felt the need to care?

She glares. "If you must know, I'm going to my dressing room."

"But shouldn't you be going to rehearsals?"

She stares at him. How he knew that was beyond her. "Yes, but now I can't go."

"Why not?"

She sighs. "Marshall said that if I was late again I couldn't be in the show this week." She explains. "So, thanks."

He looks shocked. "Wait, so you being late is my fault?" He questions.

"Yeah, its your fault everyday! And today's no exception."

He slowly walks towards her and places a hand on her shoulder. "Look, if its that important to you I'll talk to Marshall and see if he'll let you do the show."

She shrugs his hand off. "Fine."

She dumps the papers into his arms and allows him to walk with her to rehearsals.

Its definitely

not him, this nice side. Because Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't do nice.

And he never will.

So? What you think?

Honestly, I thought Sonny's character was a little different in this chapter.

This time I'll update faster. And to show I'm serious.. pinky promise?

Review please.

~Diamond