I wrote this on two sleepy days, I hope this comes out good. And yes I know there is no progress in the story yet, its coming. I told myself it wasn't getting nowhere, so now I'm looking forward to the movement. I didn't re-read this yet.

The next morning, I had to get up an hour earlier then usual to find something to wear before heading out to the studio lot.

"Mikayla." I stood over the girl, staring down at her delicate frame. She seemed peaceful when she slept, normal even. "Kayla get up, I have to go."

"I'll stay here." She mumbled. I promised myself to never let her stay in our house again without supervision due to her little incident in the kitchen.

"You can't stay, my mom has work and I'll be filming all day."

Her eyes were a bit blood shot when she opened them, the light from outside blinding her.

"WHY IS THAT OPEN?"

"The window?" I asked as she tried to force herself to stare at me. She failed on numerous occasions just before she stumbled out of bed. "You shouldn't drink if you can't handle the hangover."

"You think this is funny?"

"I didn't say it was." This was the part of the day where we went back and forth about who said what, who didn't say what, and who was going to get hit, but of course no swings would ever be initiated.

"Sonny, close the window."

"There's plenty of sunshine outside as well." I moved towards the room door, waiting for Mikayla to follow my voice, which she did. Her arms were swinging left and right as she held her eyes closed.

"Sonny I'm going to kill you."

"Yeah, I've heard it a million times." It was one thing to play on one level with Mikayla, and another to push it too far. I knew my limits. Once the girl was out of my room, she opened her eyes finally, holding her head with one hand as she kept her eyes on me.

"I have to work." I told the girl as she stumped past me, towards the front room. My mom had left just minutes ago and my ride from the studio was outside. A large black tinted truck with Tawnie was waiting for me.

"I'll drop you off." I told Mikayla as she nodded, still keeping our distance from one another. The few blocks to Mikayla's was smooth and quiet. I walked her into her house and she didn't protest when I left. Tawnie peeled away at her nail polish asking me things here and there as the driver made it to the studio.

"How long do you plan on keeping this little thing a secret?"

"What little thing?" I asked as the blonde faced me, holding her left hand over her right one, trying to peel her middle finger polish off.

"You know what…little thing, Sonny." Tawnie went back to focusing on her hand completely as I shrugged. It was one thing to deal with Mikayla and all our problems privately, but I couldn't handle everything getting out at the moment. She was already the talk of Hollywood, and next to Hannah's top pop charts, Mikayla out of the studio ranked high second.

"Tawnie, do you think I could get your help on something?"

"It depends, are you asking for my help or asking if you can ask for my help?"

"What?"

"It depends." I watched as Tawnie lifted a lime green nail polish up into the air before I faced her, sliding my left leg under me.

"Since you drink and know how to hold your liquor, that and you know your limit, do you think you could help me to break Mikayla's habit?"

"She has to want to stop drinking. You can't just make her." The girl pointed the wet tip of her nailbrush at me as I crossed my eyes to stare at it. "You love Mikayla, any idiot within a mile of this place can see it, you just have to convince her that its worth giving up, or slowing down."

"But that's just it, I don't know how to make her want to quit."

"Just tell her how you feel about it, and if that doesn't work do the weighing test thing."

"What's that?"

"Its basically weighing the good over the bad. Besides I don't think there's anything wrong with Mikayla, there's just things that aren't going as planned in her life." The nail polish fumes were making me a bit dizzy.

"Oh. So are you ready to film?"

"I have been all week. I wonder if Chad finally got his lines down."

"He hasn't been in rehearsals."

"I know, its weird because usually he's the first one there. Oh well, its more of a So Random thing today anyway." Tawnie sat up as the car stopped. I watched as the studio gates slowly opened, revealing the lot and its many actors inside.

"I guess I'll head into makeup." We stopped just a few inches from our lot doors and I followed Tawnie out. We both parted ways as we made it to our make-up trailers but I could spot a blonde girl standing outside of mine. I walked as if I didn't notice her until she faced me, waving as if she knew me.

"Hi Sonny." The girl hugged me before pulling away, I was glad Mikayla didn't see it.

"Hi…Hannah."

"So I heard yall needed a extra on the show."

"You want to be an extra?"

"Okay I'll quit with the act, Mikayla hasn't been competing against me, why is that? I need my competition, although she loses a lot. Your friend needs to understand that her not working is effecting other people as well."

"Uh." I couldn't believe this girl, she was only trying to help herself. "I'm late for hair and make-up."

"Well tell Mikayla I'll be looking out for her." Hannah called one last time as I disappeared in my trailer. This was crazy, with the stalking paparazzi, and creepy Hannah lurking around, how was I going to get Tawnie's help on Mikayla herself? My stylist was waiting for me, tapping her curling iron a few times against the table to her right. I quickly sat in my chair as she ran her fingers through my flat hair.

"You're cutting it close dear." Janice began as I nodded.

"I know. Sorry about that, Hannah was outside."

"That Montana girl?"

"Yeah," I nodded before I felt the heat of the curling iron against the back of my neck. I made sure that I sat still.

"She came in here looking for you not too long ago."

"Yeah, I spoke to her."

"That girl only want to help herself."

"I know." It wasn't hard to agree with someone who saw things the same way as I did. I slowly watched my hair turn from flat to curly within minutes, before my make-up was applied and my wardrobe was pulled out in front of me.

"Choose what you want and everyone is waiting inside." Once Janice left the trailer, I locked the door and scanned over the outfits hanging before me. Dresses, pants, skirts, shorts, cute tops, ugly ones, adorable belts, and a lot of shoes laying against the floor in a row. I decided to go with a dark silk shirt and a mini skirt with knee boots. My curls seemed to make the outfit and everything pop and go together. I made it into the studio just in time for the red light to cut on.

Tawnie and I stood behind the miniature counter of our check it out girls sketch that wasn't a part of the show. We stood where we were to wait for our cue to act as if interrupting one of Grady's sketches was a mistake, and not planned at all.

"So should I come to your place or will you come to mine after work?" I asked the blonde next to me.

"I don't know." She shrugged before moving from behind the counter. Our cue was coming up. "Maybe your place."

"Okay." I followed Tawnie out onto the set, stumbling over her on purpose before staring at the crowd. The cameras were rolling as the audience 'ooed' us.

"Uh…this isn't our sketch." Tawnie spoke up as Grady placed his human sized spoon down to his side. He was eating Niko and Zora, both were a pair of sausages.

"You're right, its not." I gazed around, spotting unfamiliar faces all around. "Guess we'll be leaving then." I placed my hand between Tawnie's, pulling her back with me and behind the curtain as Grady went along with his sketch.

"Meet me outside of my trailer after the show." Tawnie stated before walking away. I agreed, heading over to my trailer once more to change into my Sicky Vicky outfit. Yes, I changed just for a few seconds on camera, and now I had to change once more.

Tawnie and I met up at her trailer as agreed upon earlier. We were going to take my driver to my house before he left us there until Tawnie had to leave.

"So, did Mikayla call you anytime today?"

"No."

"Aren't you worried?"

"I'm worried everyday. Today is no different."

"Yeah but she looked horrible today."

"She was just hung over from whatever she had last night."

We climbed into the car, as people spotted us from outside the gate.

"Do you think she'll drink tonight?" The blonde was serious.

"Its possible." I sighed as my driver climbed in, driving us off the lot.

"And you let her? Two nights in a row?"

"Well I'm not the boss of her."

"Do you even try to stop her?"

"I do, but her friends are always there to help her ignore me." I couldn't see why Mikayla trusted her friends over me. Maybe she trusted everyone over me.

"Okay Sonny first we have to work on you, and your passiveness."

"I'm not passive."

"Yes…yes you are." Tawnie nodded before turning into me. "Look, you can't take no for an answer, or in this case, you can't take Mikayla drinking everyday as the norm."

"But that's what she wants to do."

"Yeah, and she's becoming a less productive person of society, and we can't have that, we have enough of those people here in L.A." I nodded, keeping quiet. It was near seven when we finally got to my house, upon arriving, several people, paparazzi and I suppose fans stood outside my house.

"Is your house always like this?"

"No." I answered the girl next to me, holding onto her arm as my driver pushed people aside so I could reach my door. As the people cleared I spotted Mikayla sitting on the first and only step in front of my house.

"Kayla, what are you doing?" I asked as Tawnie grabbed my key from my fingers. The brunette looked up, stood and followed us inside the house, ignoring the people outside before closing the door.

"Why were you gone all day?" She asked me as I looked between Tawnie and then back at the girl.

"I was filming remember?"

"All day?" She faced Tawnie.

"Yes, all day. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She moved away from us and out of sight as I sighed. Mikayla was sober, or at least she seemed to be.

"I'll be back." Retracing Mikayla's steps weren't that hard. I spotted the girl standing in the middle of the dining room between my mom's glass coffee table and greenish-blue couch. "So what were you doing today?" I asked her.

"I was home by myself all day. My mom called and told me she was staying out, I didn't care so I came here. You weren't here. So I sat outside." I couldn't understand why she continued to cut her sentences off like that.

"Oh. Well I'm here now. Tawnie came along to help me with something."

"Yeah. I don't like her."

"I don't like your friends and you seem to be with them all the time, even more then you are with me."

"Are you jealous?" I know she didn't seriously just ask that. I didn't say anything, I just sighed and looked towards the doorway I left where Tawnie was waiting for my cue to come in.

"Taw…," Mikayla covered my mouth.

"Tell her to leave." I pulled my head away.

"What? Are you crazy? No!"

"Are you sleeping with her?" I paused when Mikayla said that. I couldn't decide if I wanted to laugh, or get seriously offended. As I studied the brunette's face Tawnie peeked into the room as Mikayla looked over my shoulder at her.

"Are you crazy…," I paused once more, "I don't even sleep with yo…" I stopped. "Mikayla, if you want to talk to me just say so, but don't take things out on…"

"I just want to know." She finally refaced me as I closed my mouth. I couldn't tell if my face was tied in a knot or whatever, but I knew something was making my face tight.

"You know I don't even have sex."

"I don't know, I'm not always with you."

"Okay Kayla, if you want to talk, I'll tell her to leave." I didn't want to go on with this conversation while my friend was in the house and we both were the ones getting accused.

"So you want her gone now?"

"I…Kayla, please tell me what you want from me? Do you want me to say something to you? Do you want me to do something for you, what? What is it that you want?"

"I just want her to leave." She signaled to Tawnie as I sighed.

"Fine." I shook my head moving back to the blonde in the other room. I asked Tawnie to come here, so asking her to leave just ten minutes after we've been to my house was going to make her question my motive.

"Is she crazy or what?" Tawnie asked giggling as I nodded.

"She wants to talk to me I guess."

"That's good."

"It depends. She wants you to leave."

"To hell I will, I just got here." Tawnie walked over to the other room as I pulled her arm. We both stood just a few feet from Mikayla.

"Please Tawnie."

"Sonny, if I leave, don't ask me to come back over here. You house already creeps me out."

"Ugh." I refaced Mikayla as she crossed her arms. "How about you two work it out." I gave a faint smile as Mikayla rose her eyebrow at me. Tawnie shrugged as I backed away.

"Sonny." Mikayla began following me as Tawnie sat on the couch.

"I'll leave when we talk about you know who Sonny." The blonde waved her hand in the air as I stopped at the archway.

"You're talking about me to her?" Mikayla asked as I held my breath, I wasn't going to lie to her.

"I'm trying to…"

"Sonny!"

"I'm sorry Mikayla, I'm just tired of you acting like…this."

"And how am I acting?"

"Not like you." I pulled the girl near the front door before continuing, "you don't want to work, you don't act as if I'm your equal, and you're bossing me around like its nobodies business." I decided to not go with the drinking thing, it would only make things worse.

"Sonny, get Tawnie out of here before she sees me yell at you."

"Do you not care about anyone but yourself? Care for me once Mikayla, please."

"I do care about you…," she stopped when my mom walked through the door. I heard her keys shaking in the knob but ignored it until she made it in.

"Hi sweetie, Mikayla, and…Tawnie." My mom left us where we were as I covered my face in my hands. I didn't know what to do, working with Mikayla is harder then anyone can ever imagine, you can't tell something to someone who assumes they know everything.

"Whatever." I watched Mikayla reach for the doorknob before I grabbed her hand.

"You can talk to me about anything, anything Kayla…okay, anything. I want to know more about you, I want to know what you're afraid of, what you're scared of…I don't really know you, and you're not letting me in."

"Because you're not listening." She swatted my hand away, opening the door and walking out into the group of people still outside. I closed the door, running over to Tawnie.

"I'll be back, I have to catch Kayla."

"Where did she go?"

"I don't know." I grabbed my phone from the table before running back to where I was. "Mom I'll be back!" And that was the end of that. The people outside were following Mikayla down the block. I ran past them, making my way through a few of them before walking to the right of the girl.

"I'm listening." I told her, trying to catch my breath as her eyes stayed focused ahead. Everyone wanted to know our business, what we were talking about, how we got so close, but really, they all wanted to know things that I couldn't explain myself. Once we stopped at the girl's house, she made it inside, her mom was home, and I followed.

"Sonny! You're here…again." Mary gazed at me before facing Kayla, "Child O'mine."

"Leave me alone." Mikayla told her as Mary did just that. We made it upstairs, back into the only color filled room in the house.

"We're alone now." I smiled, rocking on my heels as Kayla glared at me. "If you're scared of something…I'm right here."

"What could I possibly be scared of?"

"Listen. There's something bothering you, and I'm not leaving until I find out what it is."

"Good luck." I watched as the girl ran her fingers over her keyboard just before she laid on her bed. I hesitated to walk over before I did so, hovering over the girl to the side.

"Can I guess?"

"Guess what?"

"So that's a yes?" I asked as she closed her eyes.

"Are you mad at me?" I was waiting for an answer as Mikayla snickered.

"So slightly yes…why?"

"I thought you were guessing."

"Mikayla, if you don't know it already, I love you, and I just want to be there for you, and I don't mean to make you mad or…"

"You're not guessing." She whispered out as I sat next to her waist. She opened her eyes to stare at me, I could feel her eyes running across me. I held my breath for a few seconds before releasing it.

"Are you truly mad at me or are you mad at yourself?"

"That isn't a guess."

"Tell me." I laid next to the girl finally, my face just a few inches from hers as she turned into me. I could feel her breath warming my lips as I listened to my racing heart.

"Tell you what?"

"Why didn't you want me with Tawnie? Or why are you always randomly mad at me or…"

"You just want to talk about my drinking." Her eyes showed me she was tired.

"Only if you want to talk about it."

"I don't."

"I know. I just wish you would."

"I'm going into the studio tomorrow."

"That's good news."

"I want you to go with me." I didn't get how Mikayla had the skill to turn me wanting to know more about her into something else.

"I'll go on one condition. If you tell me something about yourself that I don't already know, or that isn't in the magazines." I was sure my negotiations was fair.

"I'm afraid." She whispered to me.

"It can be anything about yourself."

'No Mitchie…I'm afraid of failure…of being one." Her words rung in my ears just before my phone went off.

"Afraid to fail, check."

I'm sleepy. I'm too lazy to re-read, that and I have to write another outline and finish Crush.