Chad and Tawni were spending time in Guys and Dolls Lounge. It was more private than a lot of places they went to and Chad liked that. After his run in with the paparazzi, Chad worked to avoid them. He didn't want to get into more trouble.

Tawni excused herself to use the bathroom and Chad went up to the bar to order another drink. He got a beer for himself and a Cosmo for Tawni. As he was turning, someone bumped into him, causing him to spill the Cosmo.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It's okay," Chad said, but was surprised when he saw who it was. "Sonny?"

"Chad?" Sonny asked. It was the first time they had seen each other since their break up. "Or should I say C.D.?"

"So you've heard."

"I think everyone has."

"You know, Sonny, I really didn't think that I would be here, doing this. But I am excited for this chance. I really think I have a chance to be great."

"What do you mean?" Sonny really didn't like that. After all, it was her dream to be a singer-songwriter. Chad wanted to the greatest actor of their generation.

"I know, it's unexpected, but I really think this good be good for me."

"Good for you?"

"Yeah, it got me feeling good about myself after my acting didn't work out. I can't believe that re-working of our song worked so well."

"That was our song?" Sonny questioned. She didn't know about and Chad never got the chance to show her before their breakup. "I can't believe you Chad."

"What? You weren't going to use it."

"But that was supposed to be ours."

"We didn't work out, Sonny. Whose fault was that?"

"Is that why you did it, Chad? Out of spite?" Sonny was growing furious with Chad.

"I don't know what you talking about, Sonny."

"Of course you don't, Chad. You never did. It's always been about you. Even back on Mackenzie Falls. It was always about Chad Dylan Cooper."

Sonny turned to storm off.

"Wait a minute," Chad said, grabbing for her arm. He got her purse and pulled back. The strap of the purse broke and the contents of Sonny's purse scattered across the floor in all directions.

"Great," Sonny said, not happy with the way anything was going at the moment. She bent down to retrieve her personal items. She picked up her lipstick, makeup, keys, notepads, and other things.

"What's this?" Chad asked. In his hand, an orange prescription pill bottle. "Ambien? Why are taking this?"

"What do you care?" Sonny said, full of venom.

"I do care if you're taking pills."

"It's just a sleeping pill. I've been having insomnia for a while. I need it to sleep."

"No you don't, Sonny."

"Just leave me alone, Chad."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Good."

"Good."

They both turned away, but Sonny needed to get her Ambien back.

"Chad!" she called out. He turned around and saw Sonny standing there with her arms crossed in front of her.

"Yeah?"

"My Ambien." Sonny held out her hand, waiting for Chad to give them back to her.

"Here," he said, placing them in Sonny's hand. "Keep popping your pills."

That was the last straw. Sonny wasn't going to listen to Chad talk to her like that. She slapped in the face.

"How dare you?" Sonny stormed off after that. Tawni had just come back and saw Sonny slap Chad.

"What happened?" she asked, looking over Chad's face. His cheek had turned slightly red.

"She got mad because I yelled at her for taking pills," Chad explained.

"What?" Tawni was shocked. She turned and started to follow Sonny.

"Where are you going?" Chad asked.

"She's my friend. I want to help her."

"Hello," Sonny answered her phone. She was relaxing on her couch, glad to be home for a few nights. It was break in her tour and she was so happy for it. Finally, she'd have some time to be on her own. No fans, no media, no Joshua.

Not that she didn't like having Joshua around. He was a great boyfriend and promoter, but she just needed some alone time right now. Some time to curl up on a couch, watch a bad movie, and eat some ice cream, like she used to do before her career took off.

"It's Tawni," came the voice from the other end.

"Hi, Tawni," Sonny said smiling. Sonny liked talking to her old friends. It didn't happen enough anymore. Tawni was probably the last of her old friends she had semi-regular conversations with.

"Can I come over?" Tawni asked. "We need to talk."

"You sound serious," Sonny replied.

"I am."

"Okay, yeah, come over."

It about ten minutes Tawni was knocking on Sonny's door. Sonny answered it and let Tawni in. Sonny went back to the couch, but Tawni kept standing.

"What did you want to talk about?" Sonny asked.

"I want to talk about what happened at Guys and Dolls tonight," Tawni answered.

"Oh," Sonny said. She didn't want to talk about what happened. Tawni could sense that, but she was going to press on.

"I saw you slap Chad," Tawni began. She let that hang in the air, waiting for Sonny to explain herself. It seemed like forever before Sonny finally spoke.

"He was being such a jerk," Sonny answered.

"A jerk?"

"He basically called me a drug addict."

"Why would he do that?"

"Because he found some Ambien in my purse."

"So you really are taking drugs?" Tawni was very concerned. She sat down next to Sonny. "How many are taking?"

"Just enough to fall asleep."

"Every day?"

"Yeah."

"What happened, Sonny?" Tawni asked, trying to get to the bottom of the whole mess.

"I just can't get to sleep anymore," Sonny explained. "I know that I need to sleep. I need to rest, but I just can't."

"For how long?"

"It started at the end of last tour. I was just fried and exhausted during the tour. It was my first major, worldwide tour. Joshua helped me. He gave me something to give me energy and it worked. I was able to do every show and go to every event that I was supposed to. Everything was going great. The album was selling; the tour was a huge success."

"But," Tawni interjected, when Sonny stopped. She knew there was more. Sonny looked to be breaking down. Tears were welling up in her eyes. Tawni hugged Sonny, trying to make it easier for her to tell the story.

"After all the touring and working, there was a break," Sonny continued. "Everything seemed fine at first. But after a couple of months, I would have insomnia about once a week. It gradually became more and more. I didn't think much of until the next tour started up again. The shows were fine, but I could never sleep. Soon, Joshua gave me the Ambien. I've needed them every night just to get some sleep."

The stress had finally gotten to her and Sonny began to cry on Tawni's shoulder.

"Its okay, Sonny," Tawni said, trying to comfort her friend. After a while, Tawni knew she'd have to tell Sonny that Joshua wasn't the kind of person she should be around. But right now, she needed to let Sonny rest. When Sonny had finished crying, Tawni had said goodbye and left Sonny to sleep on the couch.