I was in a writing mood, which is rare. Enjoy.

Sonny's P.O.V

Mikayla had been working in the studio the entire day and I was honestly happy for her. Tawnie and I were shopping and she brought up a few things I would rather not think about at the moment. I wanted to have a stress free day, and at the moment it was working.

"So are you excited that Mikayla gets to work with you for a week on the show?" Tawnie asks as I blankly face her.

"She's working with you too."

"Yeah but she'll mostly be your problem."

"She'll be fine," I reminded her, as we paced into a nearby store. I had been thinking about two nights ago when Mikayla told me her publicist was really her mom, and how the woman she calls 'mom' was actually her aunt. Things were just spinning in my head and I was sure this could be one reason for Mikayla's confusion as well.

"Do you like it?" Tawnie smiled brightly, holding up a royal blue dress with a split up the side.

"Its kind of cute."

"Good, because its for you."

"What, why?" I ask as she winks before sliding the dress into her basket. "Why are you trying to get that for me?" I ask while whispering.

"Because Sonny, I'm tired of looking at your pathetic wardrobe on set. You need to spice things up every once in a while."

"And how can I do that when I never work on a prom set, or a dance set, or anything that requires that," I point at the fabric complaining.

"Oh you didn't hear," she began to smile, "the script comes out in two days for the Mikayla episode and you have to wear a fancy dress."

"Why?" I question quickly as Tawnie stops in front of me.

"You didn't hear this from me, but the writer's thought it's be cute to put Chad on a date with Mikayla, and then you get jealous and try to upstage it. I thought you'd like my help on an outfit for the scene," Tawnie tapped my nose before gliding towards a shirt table.

"Why must I be tortured?"

"Because you're too adorable not to torture Sonny. You're hopeless in everything that you do, so we have to liven up your life somehow."

"Uh… oh-kay." I sarcastically reply before we head over to the register. My phone begins to ring as I happily answer it. "Sonny speaking."

"Son-nay, hiiii, its me, Traciiii."

"Um, hi," I furled my eyebrows as I tried to remember the girl. But that's when it hit me, she was Hannah Montana's friend with a high pitched voice…or nasal condition as she always called it.

"I was just calling to check up on you…"

"And why may I ask? And how did you even get my number?"

"Son-nay, all in good time. I was just informed of Mikayla's role on your show."

"Why do you care?" I study Tawnie as she pays for her items and we head back outside.

"I just wanted to know how you two can become friends just like that when Hannah's been trying to get on that show for years."

"I..its not my choice of who gets to play on So Random."

"Well you should learn to play your cards very care-fully," she spaced her words out as I sighed.

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let Mikayla know that although Hannah can keep her secret, I'm not the one to promise the same." The phone clicked off as I stood confused as ever.

"Who was it?" Tawnie asked, placing her bags into the car.

"Traci… Hannah's friend."

"Oh god, that girl who has a 'deviated septum?' or whatever?" She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, the one and the same. She said something about promising to keep a secret."

"Wow, I didn't even know she could say such words," Tawnie climbed into the car as I followed. Once we were out on the road, I tried to think back on any secrets Mikayla could have, but there were none. And although us dating wouldn't kill me to be put into the public, Mikayla would see things differently.

A few months ago, as I sat on the front sofa of my temporary apartment my mom rented a knock came to the door. I was too exhausted to open the door so I told whoever it was, axe murder, mailman, whoever it was, that the door was open. Mikayla strolled in with her arms behind her back and a smile plastered on her face.

"What?" I asked, catching onto her flirtatious movement. E had only seen one another a handful of times, and this time was like no other. "What is it?" I ask once more as she closes the door.

"Close your eyes."

"I don't want to, I pout, placing my hand between the pages of my book.

"Please?" Mikayla pokes out her bottom lip just as I roll my eyes and smile. I nod, doing as she asks before I feel the sofa shift. She sat next to me I was sure, just as her hands landed against mine and a cool object brushed against my palm. I quickly glanced down at me hand as Mikayla pulled hers away.

"….," I sat speechless, gazing at the necklace as if it was something I had never seen before. The pendant was shaped like a heart with a wire trailing its edge and a lock at its base.

"Mine's identical," Mikayla ran her fingers across the pendant on her neck, but a key sat against her heart instead of a lock.

"What's this for?" I asked, raising my eyes to meet hers. She couldn't do anything but blush and shrug.

"It's a just because gift," her words made me bite my bottom lip, "its beautiful, I love it," my smile only faded when I felt Mikayla's lips graze my own. We hadn't had time to do much of anything like this, so this was something special. I placed my book onto my lap, moving away as her lips brushed my nose before she slid my necklace from my fingers. She slid it across my neck and locked it before standing.

"If you ever take that off I'll have to hunt you down," she wagged her finger at me.

"I promise I'll wear it always."

"Good," Mikayla turned.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, I have something I have to do. But I wanted to see you first," she winked at me just before walking out of the apartment and leaving a smile on my face.

"Oh my god Sonny, were you even listening to me?" Tawnie complained at a red light as I shied away.

"Sorry," I apologized.

"Yeah, well, anyway, you're home." She stopped in front of my apartment building as I faced her.

"Thanks for the shopping trip, I needed it."

"Yeah, yeah." She waved me away before I climbed from the car after grabbing my bags. Once inside the house I found my mom doing a handstand in the middle of the living room.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"A handstand of course. I need all the blood to rush to my head in order for me to think faster."

"I… don't think that's how it works mom."

"You're making me loose focus." My mom complained as I made it into my room. It felt a bit weird to be home without hearing from Mikayla all day. She normally wouldn't let me go an entire day without talking to her. It seemed that since she opened up a bit to me, it was only right to close up even more and distance herself. I glanced in the full body mirror in the corner and noticed the necklace I use to wear wasn't on my neck. But of course it wasn't. Mikayla had been fighting with me so much in the past that I could no longer wear the jewelry which seemed to have held me down. But we were on good terms again, so I had to find it.

I basically tore my room apart for an hour but no such luck on finding the necklace with the heart pendant.

"Sonny! Mikayla came to see you!" I hear my mother yell just as I take notice of my room. The doorknob turns and Mikayla stands frozen in her tracks.

"What did you do?" She asked.

"Nothing. I was searching for that necklace you gave me months ago."

"Its missing?"

"Not missing," I fall to the floor to look under the bed, "its more like…misplaced."

"Or lost," Mikayla answered, I'm sure still standing at the door.

"Anyway, how was the studio?"

"I finished two tracks, and don't change the subject."

"I didn't change the subject," I stood, gazing around the room before turning to the jewelry box once more," I misplaced the necklace a while ago, I didn't really want to find it."

"That's an amazing thing to hear," Sarcasm was flying from Mikayla nonstop as I finally stopped and faced her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You don't want to talk about something or…"

"No. I thought I'd come over and be with you for a while. But it looks like you're busy."

"I'm not." I kick clothes this way and that. "I just thought I'd find the necklace and wear it again."

"You shouldn't have taken it off in the first place," Mikayla was still just creepily staring at me with her arms crossed in the doorway.

"It'd be amazing if you can help me look for it."

"In this mess? Hah. You should have listened and kept it on."

"Well, if you've forgotten, it was because of you that I took it off in the first place."

"So its my fault you don't know where it is?"

"I'm not going to argue with you about some necklace." I finally give up just as Mikayla walks into the room. She ignores me completely, walking into the bathroom before fidgeting in the medicine cabinet. "What are you doing now?"

"Nothing," she casually answers, walking back into the room, lifting her arm to expose the necklace I had been looking for.

"How did you know where it was?"

"After you threw it at me the day you took it off, I put it away for safe keeping."

"It was your fault I threw it in the first place."

"I think you have anger problems and you like to blame your madness on others."

"Whatever," I grab the necklace, pulling it over my neck before closing the clasps and studying Mikayla, "thank you."

"No problem psycho."

"Ha, ha," I roll my eyes before gazing around the room. "Do you want to go out and get something to eat? My treat," I offered as Mikayla lead the way out the door without saying another word.

Mikayla had been name calling all day and I was honestly fed up with it. She couldn't push anymore of my buttons or I'd snap. I didn't know why she was treating me like crap but I couldn't handle it anymore, I was done with it.

"Is the little baby going to cry?" Mikayla mocked, knowing good and well that I was on the verge of tears because she couldn't stop the picking and nagging.

"I can't listen to you anymore, I'm going home." I stand from the couch, as Mikayla begins her little teasing all over again. "Grow up Mikayla."

"What are you going to do? Cry? Are you going to cry you little cry baby?" I couldn't tell you honestly why she was acting like this, I was lost for the longest time as why she was changing on me so much.

"You can stay and keep yourself company."

"Sonny, you can't leave."

"And you can't make me stay!" I yelled back, on the verge of breaking down. All day I had been listening to her taunts and conversations with her friends on the phone as if I was such a bad person for not giving her all the time in the world. I could no longer talk to her, I couldn't get a word in with her without being threaten or poked fun at.

"What are you going to do, walk out on me?"

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Because this is how I am Sonny. Take it or leave it."

"God you can act like a child sometimes."

"And you're acting like a spoiled whinny brat."

"I can't do this Mikayla. I can't do this anymore."

"What are you going to do, break up with me? I highly doubt that. You love me too much."

"I love you enough to know when I should let you go."

All laughs aside, Mikayla was staring at me as if I'd grown another head. She finally stood from the couch, since most of the conversation was me talking down at her.

"You wouldn't leave," she told me.

"I don't want to leave you, but I'm not going to let you treat me like this anymore."

"Because you wouldn't leave in the first place."

"Don't tell me what I will or will not do," this conversation was going nowhere and I was honestly done talking.

"I already did. You don't have the guts to leave me." Was she honestly testing me, or did she want to break up? If I couldn't read her before, I couldn't even make out what she wanted from me now.

"Mikayla, don't push me, I just want to go home."

"No. I want you to stay."

"I don't care."

"And I do," she crossed her arms, her eyes still shinning as if I was playing with her. Why was she acting as if my feelings didn't matter.

"I'm done with this conversation," and as I turned to walk out the door Mikayla yelled back at me.

"Sonny, if you leave out of here, then don't come back." I had never heard those words from her, and I couldn't pin point why the words didn't hurt. I wasn't scared to just walk out that door, because if she didn't want me now, what would make her want me later.

"Fine Mikayla," I rose my hands to pull at my necklace, gripping it between my fingers before I focused on the pendant. I didn't regret taking it off. "Do what you want, because I'm done." I tossed the necklace her way as she let it slide on the floor. There was no goodbye or anything. I walked out of that door and I didn't want to turn around.

Mikayla and I sat at a booth at a local restaurant near my house waiting on our pizza. I had wondered so many times why I had went back to her. But I guess it was because I've always loved her, and that one moment of her annoying arrogance wasn't as bad as it could have been. Things had gotten worse between us after that and yet I still took her back. She treated me like crap and yet I still questioned why I let her back in. But the answer was simple. She needed me. She needed me just as much as I needed her, because something was happening to her to make her act that way.

"So do you want to talk some more?" I ask her just as her smile fades.

"Can we go one day without talking about me and my messed up life."

"I want to help you," I whisper.

"I don't need to be fixed Sonny." The pizza arrived, and once the woman walked away I grabbed a slice, studying Mikayla intently.

"I wish you'd let me in Mikayla, so we can go back to that happy place we once lived in."

"I don't think we could ever go back to that."

"Why not?" My voice hummed in the air as she studied me.

"Please, I don't want to talk about myself."

"Then we'll talk about me," I offered as Mikayla sighed. "I'll tell you how I feel about you opening up to me more."

"Ugh," Mikayla placed her head on the table, "kill me now."

"I feel as if you don't care about my feelings on the matter. I care about you and yet one secret leads to another because you don't want to open up. I just wish I was apart of that special place you hold so close to your heart."

"F-Y-I Sonny, you're the biggest secret I have."

"And I'm supposed to feel special about that? I'm a secret that wouldn't mind being set free, and then maybe I can learn more about you. I don't want to push you out of your comfort zone."

"You could have fooled me."

"I just want to know Mikayla. I want to know everything there is to know about you, just as I let you know everything about me."

"Sonny please, can we just eat in silence?"

"Answer me one thing first."

"Ugh," Mikayla sat up, "what is it?"

"What's something that Hannah Montana has on you that I don't know about? What's the secret that she and you share? What's the secret that Traci knows and I don't? What do they have on you?"

…

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Silence.

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