So you guys seemed to like the last one:] I hope to do another that good. And if you didn't like it… I'm sorry, I try harder every time. I do admit my first couple stories weren't as good as I would have liked them to be. A couple other things, you guys are saying this is sad – which means I've done my job. If you look at the title, you would know it not a happy story! But I try to make it a good sad story. Long authors note, I know, but enjoy! I hope it's good!

Sonny POV

I double take. What! No! He cannot love me. I mean, he hates me doesn't he? Yah, he hates me. And I hate him. But obviously what he says

differs that. Was he joking? I look down at my watch. Erg, my flights leaving in 30 minutes. What do I say! I look at his face that's in total

seriousness waiting for me to respond. I say the first thing that comes to mind.

"Ha ha Chad, real funny. But I have to go. Bye." I didn't know what else to say! What was I suppose to say ' oh Chad, really you do?' and find out

there's hidden cameras everywhere. uh i think not.

"Sonny, please don't, please don't go." He begs. So he was serious. He meant it. He loved me. Chad Dylan Cooper loved… me. But I didn't love

him, I only liked him. And, and….

"No you don't!" tears in my eyes I continue "So just stop, OK stop! Where's the camera's? Huh? Yah that's what I thought, want 'sonny' to 'freak

out' on TV. Gosh Chad just, leave me alone! I'm glad I'll never see you again!" I didn't even know what I was saying. I had nothing left to say. He

didn't love me. Some cast member was probably taping this right now. Me and my mood swings.

I turned around and ran away from my life. The life I was leaving behind. I ran into the airport barely paying attention to them taking my bags and

checking me in as I got on the plane. I just wanted to go and never come back, and my wish was coming true. But somewhere deep inside me, I

knew the truth. I knew Chad really did love me. And as the plane lifted off, I knew a little too late that I loved him too.

"I'm sorry Chad. I do love you." I whispered to myself watching the ground beneath me get smaller and smaller. I thought I saw him up in the air,

sitting in his convertible – but I knew that's what I wanted to see. I leaned back and closed my eyes thinking back to how he looked when I ran

away; I think he was… crying. And I didn't even notice. He was crying. Crying because he loved me. And I started to cry, for the first time not for

my sister, I cried because I knew that I loved him too.

Chad POV

"But I really do love you Sonny," I whispered as she ran away. I felt the wet streaks go down my face. For the second time in my life, I was crying.

She really didn't love me, and really thought that I could never love her. But she was so wrong. I loved her since the second I talked to her. Heck

I loved her from the first time I saw her.

I watched the plane lift off the ground. And I thought I saw her looking through the window, looking down at me – but I knew that's what I

wanted to see. I leaned back in my car seat and turned on my car. Looking through my mirrors I saw something. Something in the back seat. I

turned around and there it was, sitting there. So I picked it up.

It was a book, but now just a book, a journal. No, a diary. It was her diary, she left it here. I put it on the seat next to me telling myself I wouldn't

read it, I'd just send it to her. But I couldn't. I had already lost her, the harm in reading what was left of her was none. It wasn't like I'd ever see

it again. So right there in the airport parking lot I picked it up again and read.

I started scanning through the pages. I miss Wisconsin. Was the first sentence of the first page. It only talked about how much she, well, missed

Wisconsin, obviously. well she's going back now I told myself. I shouldn't be mean, she was going through a hard time.

The next couple pages talked pretty much about the same thing until, "bingo" I whispered.

Dear Diary,

I just talked yet again to Chad Dylan Cooper. I'm sorry, not talked, argued. Our whole

"fine"

"fine"

"good"

"good"

deal. It's pretty stupid, but I always wonder what it says about us? What am I talking about, there is no us. Wow that gunk in the cafeteria must have

really gotten to me today. Well until tomarow

Yours truly

Sonny Monroe

I read the date, September 12th, Today was February 15th. That was a long time ago. I scanned through some more recent pages and got,

Dear Diary,

So as you know I've been very depressed over my sister lately. I mean, she was my hero. I never got to tell her! Ugh, I've rambled on too much about

her lately. I need to get my mind off of her. But what? Oh, well here's some exciting news. As I was crying today I cried in front of Chad. But instead of

his usual, 'me me me' self, he hugged me and helped me. It was different but I liked it, a lot. A little to much I think, because I don't believe I'm about to

say this. But I like him. No thinks, or buts about it, I know. But I know he could never like me. Im just, well Sonny. Well until tomorrow

Yours truly

Sonny Monroe

Ya so I was at a little bit of a writers block. So I decided on the diary. Did you like it? Because I won't be offended if you don't :] people say if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all. I say just tell me and I will be content that you reviewed. Seriously, i mean it wasn't as good as i would have liked it to be, but don't go just on what i say, PUHLEASE tell me what you think. do you want me to beg more, cuz i will. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! just click the green button and say "good" or "bad" i really don't care if that's it!