A/n- Gasp! why is another chapter out so soon you say? haha i have to work on my other story (My Cinderella Story) for an english project thats due in may so i figured why not finish this one first to get it out of the way? so here it is...and for those of you who read my other story too, sorry another chapter won't be out for a little while... review please, and enjoy-the end is near! :)

Chapter Ten

"Why? Why would you come knocking on my door before noon on a Friday morning? Whyyyyyy?" Chad Dylan Cooper complained, swinging the door wider to let me in.

"I needed somewhere to stay," I said, putting my acting skills to good use. I pouted, and made my lip tremble while I cast my eyes down towards the carpet that looked like it cost more than I will make in my entire acting career. Then, with my grand finale, I squinted until tears formed and started to slide down my cheeks at a constant rate.

"Oh no, not…don't cry, here come on inside, we'll get you something to drink…stop crying!" Chad said, frustrated, not quite sure what to do.

I looked up and grinned, all traces of tears gone. "Thanks, Chad."

Chad groaned. "Now you Randoms are good actors. Oh well, harm done already. So come on in, I'll have Ryan make you some tea…at least I think tea calms nerves, which apparently you were only faking having, so…um…"

"I'll have some water," I interrupted. Chad looked relieved.

"Ryan! Get some water for Sonny," Chad called out. I saw a man no older than thirty emerge from a door that I never noticed, and go down a hallway.

"He comes with the room," Chad said, answering my un-asked question. "So speaking of coming to rooms, why are you hear? I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but you. Woke. Me. Up."

He sure sounded rude. But it was then that I realized he was still in his navy silk button-down pjs, his hair tousled and his feet bare, and I just had to laugh.

"Nice jammies," commented, trying hard not to grin.

"Like I said, you. Woke. Me. Up!" Chad complained, heading towards the door that Ryan walked out of. "I need to change. Make yourself comfortable and then when I am looking like the top rated Hollywood actor I am, then we can talk about why you are here and what was so important as to go and wake me up before noon!" He stormed off, the door swinging shut behind him.

I took this free time to look around after I dumped my bags by the door. The main room that you first walked into was huge, and in the shape of an octagon. It had a high ceiling with skylights, which were covered up with shades. I searched the walls until I found the labeled switch, pressed a button, and watched as the shades retracted and let in the beautiful New York sun.

I heard a knock on the door, and opened it to find a paper sitting in the now-empty hallway. I picked it up, looked at the front cover, and blanched, quickly shoving it into my sweatshirt pocket.

A fireplace sat in one corner, with two over-stuffed, high backed chairs in front of it. A decorative couch was against another side, with a three-legged table holding a glass bowl of fake fruits next to it. A door was on the next two sides of the room, and in the center of the room, a giant table that could easily seat ten people sat below a grand glass chandelier that reflected the sunlight onto the walls in a shimmering pattern. Several of the walls had priceless paintings, or tables with costly sculptures or other artifacts, and the longest wall, right across from the entrance, was a giant bookshelf, filled completely with books that looked as if they had never been read, much less touched in the past 100 years.

The walls were a deep mahogany, and the floor was covered in a blood-red patterned carpet. Three sides of the room contained a giant floor-to-ceiling window, looking out onto Central Park, with the perfect view of the carriage rides and bunches of trees right outside.

Bored with exploring the room, I sat down in one of the chairs in front of the fireplace, which, despite the warm temperature outside, contained a medium-sized flame.

Ugh. The chair was not comfortable. At all. So, with a sigh, I plopped my butt down onto the plush carpet. Ahh, much better.

"Miss?" I looked up to find Ryan holding out a glass of water.

I smiled. "Thanks."

"You know, the kitchen chairs are quite comfortable. Not that Mr. Cooper has even stepped foot in the kitchen, so he would not know. But you look like the kind of girl who would enjoy a nice plate of scrambled eggs in a kitchen. Without the perfectly crisped turkey bacon or precisely cut fruit on the side," Ryan went on, holding out a hand to me.

My smile widened into a grin, and I took the offered hand to hoist myself up. "That sounds wonderful."

An hour later, I was sitting on one of the surprisingly comfortable wooden chairs at the table in the kitchen, which looked not nearly as pricey or exquisite as the rest of the suite, but had a homey feeling to it, which made it even better.

The eggs were delicious, and Ryan sat across from me, eating a plate, when we heard Chad.

"Ryan? Ryan! RYAN!"

Ryan rolled his eyes.

"In here, Chad!" I yelled back.

A few minutes later, the kitchen door swung open, revealing Chad in khakis and a polo shirt, and his hair neatly combed.

"Really Chad? That took you an hour?" I asked, trying to not roll my eyes. I failed.

"Yes. I don't just roll out of bed looking this good," he retorted. "Why are you in the kitchen?" He spit out the last word like it was poison.

"I'm eating breakfast. I haven't had enough time yet to sit down and eat."

"That reminds me. We need to have a talk." He gestured to the door.

I reluctantly got up, putting my plate in the dishwasher. "The eggs were great Ryan, thanks."

He smiled as I followed Chad into another room. It looked like a living room, sort of. The room was all white, with a fuzzy white rug. The couch in front of a fireplace (both white of course) had two aqua pillows. On top of the fireplace mantle was a glass vase holding three bright blue Gerbera Daisies and white marbles, and a white baby grand piano sat in the corner of the room in front of a window with aqua drapes. The whole effect was very cool.

Chad motioned to the couch. I threw myself down on the couch, surprised when it sunk underneath me. I wiggled ungracefully as I tried to pull myself up into a sitting position. Giving up, I lounged against a pillow.

Chad, with laughter clear in his eyes, sat down at the other end. "Okay, Munroe, spill."

And I took a deep breath and told him everything, starting with my first day in New York and ending as to why I was on his doorstep before eight a.m. I was almost in tears by the time I was done.

I would never know if Chad was just being a good friend or a good actor, but he seemed legitimately sympathetic that he had cost me a boyfriend. He took one look at my teary face (and it was real this time) and motioned to himself.

"C'mere," he said, holding out his arms. I sank gratefully against his surprisingly sculpted chest and breathed out. "No snot on the shirt, please," he said, sounding like the old Chad I knew, but his warm arms around me told me he didn't really mind.

"Oh!" I sat up all of a sudden. "I almost forgot." Chad immediately put his arms down, as if he suddenly realized he had been holding me. I reached into my sweatshirt and pulled out his paper. "You had asked me earlier to tell you what was so important to wake you up. My reason is this..." I handed him the paper.

It took him all of three seconds to skim the front page, as a result, seeing the page that might ruin his reputation forever.