I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter but it's been written for about two weeks. I live in a noisy house at the moment so my brain shuts down a lot. I'm also working crazy hours and, lets just say this is another reason my writing is suffering. But enjoy what I can do, and Code of Charm will be finished by the end of the year. I have chapters but I dislike them, but I'll likely post them because I can't focus on anything else.

Once again, enjoy.

Mikayla and I made it out of the studio around eleven at night. She seemed better than just hours ago, although I myself was still pondering the, 'I'm sorry, Sonny,' that she gave me. I had pinned my hair up as Mikayla drove me home. We were both quiet, not much to say I guess. Well, we had a lot to say but didn't know how. She had finally spoken up when I saw my house coming into view.

"I hope you're not over thinking my 'sorry,' as a weakness, because it isn't."

"Mikayla, rather you want to talk or not, I think you should. Or maybe at least just listen to what I have to say before you go off assuming things."

"I already know you Sonny, you think I'm showing a side of myself that I haven't before. Well its only because I'm frustrated about how things are changing in my life."

"What things?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Mikayla had stopped in front of my house, parking before facing me.

"If you didn't want to talk about it, you wouldn't have brought it up."

"I'll see you later," she waved me away, but I sat where I was. This entire thing between us was getting ridiculous and I was going to get to the bottom of it.

"So your publicist doesn't know you went back to drinking. I didn't even know you drunk in the first place until a few months ago."

She was silent.

"I would never talk about you behind your back, and you know Miranda hates me. I'm a likable person, she's just… she can't find one good quality in anyone to like them."

"She deals with me," Mikayla faintly replied.

"You can find a new publicist."

"No, not really," Mikayla finally turned her key to start the engine. We had been making progress but I was sure this was the part where she tossed me out into the street.

"I have to go home."

"You can stay over if you want." My words had never scared me so much. I had never invited Mikayla to stay over before. She was actually talking to me about something other than yelling and forcing me to leave her sight.

"Did you just offer me to stay the night?" Mikayla asked, her demeanor changing quickly. She gave me a slight smirk just before I nodded.

"But not for the reasons you're thinking about. I just thought you'd like to talk more."

"Well you thought wrong," she rolled her eyes once more just before reaching over my lap and opening the door. "There's nothing to talk about."

"Well when there is, you know where to find me." I climbed out, just as Mikayla speed off. Walking towards the house I heard a click go off somewhere near. I hadn't seen a light flash but I caught some guy staring at me. "Stop taking pictures and get a life," I complain, gripping the house doorknob tightly.

"You and Mikayla seem close Sonny," the man sneered just as I walked inside. I had no time to deal with him, my girlfriend was more important.

… … …. …

After sleeping the previous day off, I gathered my composure, showering quickly before getting dressed. My skinny navy blue jeans went perfect with my black boots and matching top. I met my mother in the kitchen for breakfast just to inform her that I was spending the day with Mikayla. The final recording of my show would happen tomorrow, so having the day off was amazing. Once outside I nervously walked towards Mikayla's. I know what you're thinking, you typically get a ride to her house. True, but we only lived a few blocks from each other. Three to be exact, but they were long aggravating walks when you have people pushing cameras in front of you all day. I was surprised when I hadn't seen a bulb or a flash go off in my face, but that was up until I made it to my destination.

"Sonny, why are you visiting Mikayla?"

"Sonny, is it true Mikayla is going on tour?"

"Is it true Mikayla is back in the Studio?"

"Sonny…"

"Sonny are you and Mikayla best friends?"

"Sonny why…"

I swear my head was going to explode from the questions that were being yelled at me from every direction. I knocked on the front door as more questions and statements shot into the air, and I swear I never hated my own name so much before. No one answered.

"Mikayla its me!" I yelled, knowing she'd ignore the commotion outside. I expected to see her when the door finally opened, but I was wrong.

"Hello Sonny," Miranda smiled just before shifting aside.

"Hi, how are you?" I walked inside.

"Mikayla is a bit under the weather today."

"Is she sick?" I questioned as Miranda's careless eyes looked me over.

"No, but…can I speak with you, woman to woman?" Her publicist asked.

"Sure."

"Good. Follow me." Truth be told, I was always given a bad vibe by this woman. She seemed to judge me without even knowing me every since the first day I was introduced to her. I took a deep breath, sitting across from her at the kitchen table before she smiled over at me. I was confused. Where was Mary, and more importantly, Mikayla?

I had been smiling like an idiot for so long that my face began to hurt. Mikayla had driven us to her home for me to meet her mother and her publicist Miranda.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked me, brushing her fingers against my cheek as I nodded.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

Once inside, Mikayla went on a search for her mom as I stood in front of the door taking in the space. The smell of some type of paint lingered just as I noticed the lack of color. There were no pictures of Mikayla anywhere, and her existence seemed less real in this place then anywhere else.

"Sonny," Mikayla reappeared, grabbing my hand before taking me into the kitchen. There, I had spotted Miranda in the backyard talking with Mary, Mikayla's mom.

"What are they talking about?" I silently ask.

"I don't know, but it seems important I guess."

"Is Miranda usually around at a time like this?" My questions caused a slight smirk to form on Mikayla's face before she opened the door to the yard.

"I'm here," she announced as her mother and publicist faced her. I took in a deep breath, forcing myself to walk across the kitchen towards her. "Mom, Miranda," Mikayla glanced over the two, "this is Sonny. My friend from the movie."

"Hi," I waved, not really minding that I was introduced as her friend. I was nervous in the first place. Neither woman seemed thrilled to see me.

"Sonny, I haven't met you before and I was in the Bahamas with you two the entire time," Miranda glanced over me as we entered the backyard. The atmosphere of the space seemed thick and uneasy.

"Yeah, I guess not," the only words that left my mouth.

"Mikayla, why haven't you introduced me to your little friend before?" Miranda seemed as if she was judging me.

"Maybe because I'd like to keep something in my life between me, myself and I," Mikayla took a deep breath although I thought about doing the same thing.

"She's a feisty one, that one here," Miranda stepped over towards us, giving me a glance before facing Mikayla. It was as if they had some unspoken language between them that I hadn't caught onto just yet.

"Well I'm Mary," the woman I saw before me was nothing like Mikayla. She was at least five foot seven with blonde hair and sky blue eyes. She seemed just as interested in me as the publicist, which was little to say the least.

"My mom," Mikayla waved. She then faced Miranda, her eyes glued onto nothing in particular.

"Is this your plan Mikayla?" She had asked as I stood confused. Apparently Mary was just as lost in the conversation as I was.

"I have no plan."

"Then I should see you in the studio first thing tomorrow morning."

"Sonny is it?" Miranda asked just as I pressed my elbow into the kitchen counter.

"Yes," I nodded, knowing she knew me since she technically announced my presence at the front door.

"Did you notice Mikayla went back into the studio due to her own free will yesterday?"

"Yeah, I guess." I nodded, my hair brushing against my cheeks as Miranda glared at me.

"I'm going to cut the crap. This is the first time in ages since Mikayla has even stepped a foot into the studio. But its also the first time in forever since she's gone back to drinking. You knew about that though didn't you?" She questioned just as I heard something click in the distance.

"I didn't know what to say to her to make her stop. You can't control people's actions."

"I see," the woman stood, her eyes cutting me in half by the way she seemed disinterested in me. "But you knew?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you come to me?"

"I..," what was I supposed to say to a woman who barley spoke more then seven words to me at any given time. "I didn't know I was supposed to. She's very private about certain things in her life."

"Like you," the woman pointed. My heart almost fell when she said that, but I couldn't tell if she knew about us or if she was just fishing for information.

"Like me what?"

"I know about you and her Sonny. She doesn't tell me much but I'm no idiot. Mary on the other hand, she's a basket case with no sense of control on her child."

"I'm not here to control Mikayla."

"Oh I know that." I watched just as the woman began to pace the kitchen. Her features seemed to remind me of everything Mikayla stood for or acted towards. "She keeps secrets from me. I'm the one person she should feel comfortable talking to about any and everything."

"Where is she exactly?"

"Sonny I'm talking now, you listen. She's only sixteen. You're only sixteen. How far do you expect this relationship between the two of you to go?"

"I…"

"Don't answer, it was something for you to think about." She finally stopped pacing, facing me and never letting her eyes falter, "Mikayla means the world to me, and you my dear, you bring the worst out of her."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I was the nicest person I knew. How dare she accuse me of forcing negativity on Mikayla.

"She has a slight drinking problem, and you my dear, I can guess is the reason she began again. You know if this was to get out, it'd give the media everything they need to drop her like a log. She'd lose her music contracts, her television appearances. I just can't handle that type of pressure at a time like this in her career. You can understand that right?"

"I don't even know what you're talking about." I was done listening to this woman, so as I stood she gave a faint laugh.

"Mikayla needs a break from you. This will only do the both of you good. Besides I heard you wanted to focus on your show, you should do that."

"You can't tell me what to do with Mikayla. Why are you so obsessed with her anyway?" I guess my remark only caused anger to spew out from the woman.

"Excuse you? I have every right to be worried about my client's behavior and the people she hangs around."

"I'm not like those other girls she hangs around with. I try to talk Mikayla out of doing some of the stuff she does, but maybe she gets it from you," I shot back.

"Be very careful of your next few words miss Monroe…"

"Look, whatever you think it is that I'm doing to Mikayla, I'm not. I promise you, I do my best to help her."

"Well your best needs to be your last." I couldn't make out what made this woman want me out of Mikayla's life, but just a few more seconds and I'm sure we'd be yelling at one another. The back door opened and Mikayla stood shocked to see me.

"Sonny, what are you doing here?" She asked.

"I came to see you. I thought we'd hang out on my day off."

"Wow, you actually have time for me?" Mikayla joked, passing Miranda who's eyes were practically on fire.

"I'll be back later on Mikayla," the woman informed her just before she turned on her heels to leave.

"I think your publicist has a crush on you," I said truthfully as Mikayla blankly stared at me.

"What the hell would make you say something like that?" The brunette asked annoyed as she walked over to the fridge.

"I don't know. She just gave me the third degree about being with you. I thought you said no one knew we were together." I faced Mikayla as she rolled her eyes.

"Miranda knows. She knows everything."

"And yet your mom doesn't?"

"Its complicated Sonny."

"Well un-complicate them," I watched as she took in a deep breath, facing me with a slight resilience.

"Just forget it."

"I don't know," I shook my head, "she practically told me that you meant the world to her. It sounds a bit creepy to me."

"She's known me forever."

"So! And you mean the world to her?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You never want to talk about anything with me. You're like a closed book and I'm a reader trying to crack the pages," I could hear my voice hum in the air.

"God Sonny," Mikayla snapped, "she's my mom okay. There are you happy. Now just drop it."

Silence. You never appreciate it until its there. But even then it can haunt you if something happened just before the silence fell. I was lost. What in the world was Mikayla actually saying. I took a deep breath, trying not to poke at fresh wounds.

"Your mom?" I whispered, just as Mikayla slammed the fridge door.

"Yes. My mother."

"Miranda?"

She was quiet, her eyes searching mine for something, anything. "Look," she breathed out, "I don't want to talk about it."

"And Mary?"

"I just said I didn't want to talk about it."

"But Mikayla if you can't talk about it with me, then who can you talk about it with?" My words hushed the air just as she walked out of the room. She honestly just turned around and ignored me before leaving. I didn't think my day off was going to end up like this. I stood where I was and hoping she'd return. She hadn't, and after minutes of waiting, I knew where to find her.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, looking down at my girlfriend who was now sitting on her room floor. " I didn't mean to bring something up that you weren't ready to talk about." I barley noticed the bottle of unopened wine at Mikayla's feet. She was staring at it as if she wanted to crack it open but couldn't. "I just… you never told me anything."

"I have my reasons," she silently replied.

"I suck at this whole girlfriend gig," I chuckled, but nothing caused even a smirk from Mikayla. "Can I sit next to you?" She hadn't even glanced up at me.

"Just go away Sonny."

"No."

"Sonny, I don't want to talk right now."

"If I leave, you'll never be ready to talk. We can talk about anything, whatever you want."

"Even how annoying you are?"

"Yup," I happily sat next to Mikayla, "we can talk about how much I annoy you." Her eyes slowly found mine. She sighed, raising her right hand up just before she brushed a few strands of my hair.

"You're super annoying."

"I accept that. And you're annoyingly stubborn." I glanced at the bottle on the floor before grabbing it. "So, what do you want to talk about?" I slid the wine to my side, out of view.

"….Nothing."

"Well, you can listen to me ramble if you'd like."

"Miranda and I have a complicated relationship," Mikayla began, "it started when I was younger."

"You always knew she was your mom?"

"I always knew she was bossy," she mumbled.

I'll see what I can do about cute fluffy scenes but I'm sure they'll be flashbacks. But we'll see where this goes. So far this story is carrying itself because I have no clue where its going.