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Sonny came into the set the next day, more nervous than ever. She did hours and hours of research last night, and almost decided to talk to Chad about his problems... but how was she going to explain how she found out? By saying she just ventured into his dressing room, looked around, and just found his cocaine there? She knew he'd get upset, and she, honestly, did not want him upset at her.

Thankfully, this was a relaxation day, which meant that they could just sit around and brainstorm, write out new sketches, hang out... do whatever. Sonny immediately went to her dressing room and plopped down on her new bean bag chair. She sat there for hours, lost in her thoughts. She sighed and stood up, stretching before heading out. She wandered through the hallways, through a few different studios, before heading outside. She stood on the sidewalk and looked ahead. This was the back part of the studio, the part where you could see a park and part of the real world. She stared at all the people, all the children, all the families hanging out, walking by, having fun.

She looked around, taking in her surroundings, when she said Chad. He was sitting on the ground against the building, his head resting against the wall, his eyes shut. She stared at him for a moment. He looked content, yet tired, like he was thinking about a lot of things. "Chad?" she softly said, not moving from her spot, which was about twenty feet away from him.

His eyes opened as he looked over at her. They stared at each other for a moment. He couldn't believe she was there, actually talking to him. He gave her an incredibly soft smile before saying, "Hey."

"Hi." She just continued staring at him, remembering all that she saw the day before. Thoughts raced through her mind, and she grew more nervous than ever.

He noticed her shifting slighlty, almost uncomfortably, as she grew more nervous. He frowned slightly. "Look, Sonny, you don't have to-"

"We need to talk," she blurted out.

He just started at her before nodding. "Okay... Let's go to that park over there."

She nodded and watched him stand up. He walked over to her, and together they silently made their way over to the park. Sonny grew even more nervous, messing with her fingers. Chad could feel her nervousness and wondered what she needed to talk to him about. They finally reached the park and found a bench. Sonny was thankful there was no one around them, for she didn't know what was about to happen.

"So, Chad... we... I, uhh, we have to talk..."

"Sonny," he started. "Just take a deep breath. You don't need to be nervous."

She let out a nervous chuckle before deeply inhaling, then releasing the breath of air. "Okay... first, please, please don't be mad at me for what I'm about to tell you."

"What's wrong?" he softly asked, a genuinely worried expression on his face.

She looked over at him, biting her lip. "Well, yesterday, I-I wanted to talk to you, a-and so I went to your dressing room..." She sighed, quickly preparing herself mentally for what she was about to say next. "I just talked to you, because I-I felt a bit bad about our ar-argument..."

"So... you feel bad about our argument?" He smiled softly. "You didn't need to be nervous-"

"I'm not done," she quietly said, looking at the ground.

He nodded, still looking over at her.

She stayed quiet for a couple of minutes, looking at the ground. She realized, she needed to be strong, or act a bit stronger, in front of Chad, and try to be more direct about his problem. She looked at him and said, "I went into your dressing room... I didn't mean to, but your door was open, and I thought you might've been in there, but you weren't, so I was about to walk out, and I... I found something on your dresser..."

He just stared at her. His face was expressionless, it held no emotion, and Sonny was becoming more and more scared. "Did you find anything?" he finally asked, borderline angry.

She quickly nodding, biting her lip slightly. "Chad... I found cocaine on your dresser."

He stared at her for a few moments before smiling. "Sonny, that was just make-up powder. I guess I spilt some-"

"No, Chad, it was cocaine. I looked up pictures of it online, and it matched up."

They stared at each other for a few moments. Sonny felt very scared by Chad not responding, and Chad continued to look at her with no emotion. Finally, Chad broke the silence. "Sonny, I don't do drugs."

"Chad, you can't deny it-"

"Sonny, I don't do drugs."

"You've changed so much, Chad..."

"Sonny..."

"Chad, I'm afraid you're a drug addict."

"I AM NOT A DRUG ADDICT!" he screamed, standing up. "HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF SUCH A THING?!"

"Chad, you have to listen..." Sonny said, looking up at him with tears in her eyes.

"No, Sonny, YOU have to listen," he snapped. "How DARE you go into my dressing room? Who gave you permission to do that, anyway? How dare you accuse me of being a drug user, much less a drug addict, without any kind of solid evidence besides 'Oh, it looked like cocaine' and 'You've changed, Chad'. No one's going to believe you, Sonny, not with 'evidence' like that. You have no right to say anything like that to me."

She shakily laughed, shaking her head as she looked down. "I have no right... I just want to help you, Chad. One of my Mom's best friends was once a drug addict, and I saw him go through relapses when I was younger."

"So fucking what? Let me go call the WAM-bulance," Chad retorted.

Sonny glared at him. "I want you to come to two places with me, Chad. Obviously, you're too self-centered and in so much denial that you can't even admit you're a drug user, so when you've come to accept that, or when you think you want to accept it... I want you to come with me."

"Where?"

"I'm not telling you. The first thing you won't even come to if I tell you what it is, and the second thing has to do with me."

"Oh, whoopee, a trip to a farm in Wisconsin?" he muttered sarcastically.

Sonny scoffed, a smile tugging at her lips. "When you visit these places with me, you'll wish you had rather gone to a farm in Wisconsin."

"I bet they're not even that cool," Chad smirked. "That's why you won't even tell me."

"Oh, that's right, Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't go to uncool places."

"Damn straight."

"Chad only goes to places where he's popular, awesome, amazing."

"You're right."

"Chad goes to these places to get away from the rest of the world. Chad goes to these places because he thinks that's where he needs to be. Chad thinks that being cool is all about going to the coolest places, getting the coolest clothes, getting the coolest things..."

"Don't be so jealous, Munroe."

"Oh, believe me, Chad, I'm NOT jealous of you. Not. One. Bit."

"Prove it."

"I'm not going to prove anything to you," Sonny said, shrugging as she stood up. "I already told you what I needed to... and that, obviously, did not work out."

"Obviously," he said. He then softly added, "I'm not a drug addict, Sonny."

"Who are you trying to prove? Me or yourself?" she asked, frowining slightly at his quietness.

She walked out of the park and towards the studios, away from him. He stood there, pondering what she meant. Chad wasn't a drug addict... right?