Yay, a new chapter. It's just a filler chapter, though, so don't get your hopes up for real drama. Although at the very, very end there's a majorly dramatic cliff-hanger. Haha. Enjoy. :)

Chapter Ten: Without A Doubt

Sonny's Point of View

"That was awful!" I complained to Chad, two weeks later. I hadn't thought it was possible, but things had actually gotten worse with me and So Random.

"It wasn't that bad," Chad said, shutting the door to Mackenzie Falls' lounge behind us.

I gave him a look. "Zora tried her new and improved cold-cut catapult out during lunch with us as her targets."

"Okay, so it was really bad. But what else are we supposed to do? I mean, other than wearing safety gear in lunch from now on, because I can't wear a helmet while I eat. That would just be weird." Chad narrowed his eyes at whatever mental image he was thinking of.

I groaned and fell face-first onto the couch and buried my face into a dark blue pillow.

"Sonny? Sonny were you listening?"

I looked up and craned my neck so I could glare at him. I picked up the pillow next to me and hurled it across the room at him. "Chad I have bigger problems than you eating lunch in a hockey mask!"

Chad jumped to the side, narrowly avoiding the pillow. It went flying towards the door which just so happened to open at that moment.

Chad slapped his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing at who just got nailed in the face. I had to crawl across the couch and mute my laughter with another blue pillow.

"Okay, who threw that?!" Portlyn demanded. I could hear the pillow/ammunition slam angrily into the floor.

I raised my hand and pointed in Chad's general direction.

"What?" Chad asked.

"Ugh, you're so immature, Chad!" Portlyn yelled.

I finally regained my self control and removed the pillow from my face in time to see Portlyn stomp angrily across the room with another girl following closely behind her.

"Who's your friend, Portlyn?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbows.

Portlyn grabbed the latest fashion magazine off the coffee table and sank into a black recliner. "This is Angela," Portlyn said in a blasé tone, her mood suddenly calm again.

Angela turned around and waved hello at us before plopping into the recliner next to Portlyn's.

Chad squinted when he looked at Angela before his mouth dropped open. "Uh, Sonny, let's go do something else. Like, now."

"Umm, okay." I rolled off the couch and caught myself before I hit the ground. I pulled myself to a standing position and followed Chad out of the room.

"What's up?" I asked when we were out in the hallway. "You're acting weird."

"That was the girl who kissed me in the restaurant," Chad whispered intensely.

I tilted my head down slightly and gave him a look. "What kiss? What restaurant? What girl?" I ran the heart-shaped pendant on my necklace back and forth across the silver chain.

Chad rolled his eyes, looking slightly frustrated. "Don't give me that look. You know the one. It was our first date. The one after I gave you that necklace," he reminded me, pointing to the very necklace around my neck.

"Oh… that one. Yeah, she sure threw a big wrench into our relationship at the beginning there," I said, looking back over my shoulder and peering through the partly open door.

"I know. And that's the same girl," Chad said again.

"What?" I fully turned my body now to get a better look. "No way," I said in a low voice. "How can you tell?"

"Uh, I think I would remember the one fan who's kissed me for no reason on a date with you," Chad stated.

"True." I shook my head slowly with my eyes narrowed at her. "I shouldn't be so surprised that she would be friends with Portlyn. Think there's any connection with Portlyn and what happened at the restaurant?"

"Without a doubt."

We both straightened back out and walked the opposite direction down the hallway.

"Her and her creepy crush on me." Chad rolled his eyes disgustedly.

"I'd say its full blown love at this point." Gently jabbing him in the ribs with my elbow, I laughed at the idea.

He groaned. "She is so annoying."

"Portlyn or Angela?"

"Both of them."

"I think I'd have to agree with that." I spun around so I was in front of him and walking backwards. "So what should we do now? We're free, no lines to learn, no evil ex-friends waiting to destroy us…"

"I don't know."

"Movie it is!" I clapped my hands together excitedly.

"Oh good, it's my turn to choose. Finally!" Chad smirked. "No offense, but I'm sick of the chick flicks."

I opened my mouth in mock shock. "Well… That's just too bad, because it's my turn to pick." I gave him a how-do-you-like-me-now look.

"Aww, that's even worse because it's actually my turn to pick." Chad returned the look.

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is too!" I threw in there to mess him up.

"Is not!"

"Gotcha!" I said triumphantly. I laughed. "Works every time…"

"Evil," Chad shot back.

"And don't you forget it," I said, happily.

We had reached his dressing room at that point in our conversation.

I skipped into his room and stopped in the center with one finger tapping against my chin thoughtfully. "Hmm… What should we watch…?" I clapped my hands once in a moment of inspiration. "I know! We can watch The Muppet Christmas Carol! A classic movie with classic puppets… the perfect combo, wouldn't you say?"

Chad gave me a repulsed look. "In July?"

"Oh come on, don't you Hollywood people have Christmas in July?"

"It doesn't matter either way, because we're not watching that. We are watching Back to the Future, because it is my turn to pick."

"Psh… Oh really? If it really is your turn, than what did I choose last time?" I asked, not expecting an answer from him.

"Titanic, with Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio," Chad said immediately. "And we watched all three hours. By the way, what is it with you and long movies?"

"…Okay then so I guess it is your turn," I finally admitted. "But at least let me pick which part of Back to the Future we're watching."

"Fine. Part one, two, or three?"

"Well we just saw part three last week and I can only take so much of the wild, Wild West… Uh, let's go with part two. I like it the best because it's all… future-y."

Chad took Back to the Future: Part Two off the shelf that was against the back wall. "They go to the past too."

"I know. That's why it's my favorite." I smiled and headed for his large shelves while he fed the TV the DVD. "Hey do you mind if I take a look at your stuff?"

"You've already picked through all the DVDs," Chad reminded me.

"I want to see what you read though," I said, already starting to scan the shelves of books.

"Sure, go ahead. I doubt you'll find anything you'd like though." I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. He was probably right.

I frowned after a few seconds. "You're right. I don't see any of the Twilight or Clique books over here. Have you even read A Series of Unfortunate Events?"

"A series of what now?" Chad asked.

"You can read 20,000 Leagues under the Sea, but you can't read Twilight?" I called out in shock. "Freak!"

"Twi-freak!" he retorted.

I paused. "Touché."

I could hear Chad laughing behind me.

I examined his books more closely. "Don't you use bookmarks?"

"What?" he asked innocently. "They're my books so why shouldn't I be able to bend the pages if I want to?"

I laughed shortly. "The press would have a field day with this. I can see the headline now. 'CDC: Book Lover or Book Abuser?'"

He snorted and more than likely rolled his eyes.

A big piece of paper was sticking out of one of his books in the middle of the shelf.

"Hey, here's a bookmark." I pulled the paper out and the words "So Random" jumped out at me from the page. I frowned after quickly scanning it. I probably shouldn't have been reading something "private" like this, but this was definitely my business now.

I turned on my heel and faced the back of the couch. "Chad what's this?"

"What's what?" Chad asked. His back was still turned to me, and his eyes were glued to the TV screen showing the ancient previews.

"This letter I found in one of your books. It's addressed to So Random, it's written in what looks like your handwriting, and… it's signed with my name…" The accusation in my tone was hard to disguise.

Chad finally turned around. "What?"

"Chad, what is this doing in your dressing room?"

-Gasp- What does the letter say?! Oh, and didn't I tell you a long, long time ago back in Drastic Times Call For Comical Measures, that we'd be seeing that annoying girl from the restaurant (who now has a name) again? Also, about the line, "hey look, a squirrel!" from the last chapter, I'll tell you where I got it from. I got it from an episode of As The Bell Rings, from the first season when they still had Demi on there. Anyways, there's something I really, really, really want to tell you guys, but I can't yet until I update this story again. Ugh! So frustrating! Also... the next chapter is most likely... the last chapter... -the crowd goes "aww"- I know, I know, but it is just about time to wrap the story up. Well, I'm off to finish the story. Keep reviewing and look out for the next chapter, coming soon. Bye! :)