Happy turkey day, Americans! This chapter is kinda lame, but hey, I typed this last night at 4AM. I figured I hadn't posted in a while so I wanted to make up for it. Not my fault though. I had major friendship drama going on.

Don't you just hate it when you have a crappy friend? Or, not even a friend. Someone who you were friends with at FIRST but then you realized how over-dramatic and annoying they are. But you can't just drop them, because you've got like a billion mutual friends. Blech.

So anyway, one good thing did come out of the drama. I got a lot closer to one of my friends. She gets why I don't like this girl, and how annoying her whole "I'm more godly than you are" attitude is.

She stirred up a fight last week. It was really pointless. She's always like "I never talk about anyone" but she ALWAYS talks about me. And while the fight was going on [which was really me and my friend trying to calm everyone else down and stop the insults from shooting] she was like "Come on guys, let's stop fighting!" when SHE'S the one who intiated it.

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Anyway, my mom, a friend of mine outside of our group, and my one friend, thinks I should just tell this girl off already. But it's really not that easy. If I do that, then it'll look like I'm starting drama, and I'll definitely lose friends.

The worst part is, my birthday is in about 2 weeks, and I reallllllly don't want to invite this girl. But if I don't, then one of my closest friends probably won't come because she's like bffs with this girl. And THEN I won't be invited to other stuff.

Note to self: Next time, get more mature friends.

"Sonny?" Tawni exclaimed in her airy voice. She then fake-coughed to cover her interest up. "I mean, Sonny." she dryly corrected herself as if she didn't care at all that she was seeing her long lost ex-best friend, but she forgets that I knew her. And most likely, she was thinking at that moment, Ew what is she doing here?

But it's okay. Because I was thinking the exact same thing.

"I go by Allison now." I told her with an eye roll, as if everyone should already know that.

"That's great. Don't care." she said, pushing past me and into Chad's mansion, her pink three inch heels clacking as she walked down the hall. She was doing a stuck-up London Tipton-like walk.

"Why. Are. You. Here." I focused on each word like they were completely different sentences. She stopped strutting and twirled around to face me again. Putting one hand on her hip, and the other hand reaching up to twirl her blonde hair, she thought the question over for a second. Finally, she spoke. "I could ask you the same question."

Walking into the house after her, I decided to summarize the past two day's events. "Funniest thing happened," I started, recognizing that I was using the same tone I used to when I used to talk to Tawni. Amusement. Since when am I amused?

"There I am, sitting in my trashy apartment, and who knocks on my door? Chad Dylan Cooper. Apparently, he needed a new maid."

"Understandable. His last maid was a dud, and, well, let's face it. He's the definition of lazy." This sentence shocked me. I would've definitely thought the first thing she would do would be laugh at me for having to serve people.

I laughed and nodded my head in agreement. "True."

An awkward silence fell over us after our shared laughter died down a bit.

"Like old times, huh?" I couldn't help but commenting.

The happiness on her face faded and anger replaced it. "If you consider 'old times' you getting Chad to cancel our show, then no."

I scoffed. "Wow, Tawni, do you seriously think I wanted Chad to cancel the show that meant so much to me?"

"I don't know what you wanted, Allison. I mean, one minute you're going behind our backs and dating Chad, and then you're kissing my ex-boyfriend!"

"You and Hayden went on two dates. You don't even know what happened that night! And what do you mean 'behind our backs'? You knew I was dating Chad. You were the first person I told!"

We were less than two inches apart now, both our faces red from yelling. "Chad already told me what happened that night. You cheated on him with Hayden and humiliated that poor boy!"

"Brainwashed much? Why are you all buddy buddy with Chad anyway? He's the one who got So Random canceled. Not me. I was just as much of a victim as you were, if not more."

She rolled her eyes at me, but didn't say anything. So I decided to give her more. "From what I remember, you got even more acting jobs after the show. Me? Back to Wisconsin. Did you know that my mom and I were actually homeless for about two months? While you were kicking it in a mansion while on a reality tv show?"

The anger in her face slowly faded away as the realization of my words registered in her over-confident brain. "Oh. Well. Whatever." she shrugged.

More than anything, I wanted to yell at her again. Maybe something like: No. Being homeless is not "whatever" you superficial brat.

But, like I said before, I knew Tawni. And that was her way of saying, I'm sorry.

"Whatever."

She seemed to think that this was an acceptance of her "apology", and smiled at me. "Hey, do you think I could know why you guys really broke up?"

"Yeah. Sure. It's not that complicated of a story, really. I found out he was using me for sex."

"So where does Hayden come in?"

"He came up with the idea that we would act all coupley to hurt him like he hurt me." I admitted with a shrug. "It seems so stupid now. I could have handled it much more maturely. It did so much damage…" I whispered the last part to myself.

"That makes sense." she replied, staring at the wall next to me instead of directly at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously as I settled down on one of Chad's soft cushioned sofas.

"I read in a magazine once where they asked Hayden if he still talked to you or something, and he said he it was just to make Chad jealous. No one really knew what to believe, though. I mean, he could've answered originally, 'I really like Sonny. The only problem is Chad's jealousy.' but you know how Hollywood twists things."

"Yeah." was all I said in response.

We were wrapped in another silence, this one not so tension-filled.

Suddenly, Tawni clapped her hands. "Right! I forgot the whole reason why I'm here in the first place! Chad's having a party here this Friday and he wanted me to stop by so we could talk more about the guest list, but I guess he's not here?"

I nodded my head. "He's at a shooting, or a meeting, or…something."

"Ah, I see." she rested her own arms on the arms of the chair she was resting in, signaling to me that she was leaving soon. I was surprised that I was actually a little bit disappointed to see my ex-bestfrenemy leave. I guess I had been secretly craving her company since I left.

"Well, I must be going." my heart dropped when the words left her mouth. I wanted to cry out for her not to leave me. I needed a friend. Instead, I followed her to the door to see her out.

"Hey, one question?"

"Yeah?" she turned back around to face me.

"Do you happen to know where the air freshener is?"

She giggled. "You know the room next to the master bedroom? Look a door down to the left from that. There should be a linen closet."

I smiled at her. "Thanks. Really, thanks."

"No problemo, Allison." she smiled back, closing the door lightly behind her. I could still hear the clacking of her heels as she made her way on the pavement path to her car.

Sighing to myself, I started dragging myself back up the stairs and to the closet. Looking at the hanging clock, I realized it was six o' clock now. I didn't feel like cleaning a twenty-one year old boy's room. No. I felt like sleeping. I couldn't help but yawn when I was back on the second floor, just steps away from my room. But it wasn't worth the risk. So, I took out the can of Febreeze and braced myself for Chad Dylan Cooper's bedroom. Ew.

After an hour of boredom, I was ready to collapse. Wondering how I could make this more fun for myself, I approached his stereo. After searching through his Cds, I finally found one I considered acceptable. Seriously. All he had was rap and mainstream crap. Popping the disc in, I could finally hear Kelly Clarkson's beautiful voice blaring out of the amazing sound system Chad had set up.

Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight
Everything, it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong
Now I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

A light wave went through me as I remembered when I heard this song for the first time. I had no idea how relatable it would soon be for me. Now, here I was, in the middle of Chad Dylan Cooper's bedroom, singing my heart out to Kelly Clarkson as I folded his dirty clothes. To say that I didn't have a clue twenty-four hours ago that I'd be here would definitely be the biggest understatement in the world.

I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright
For once in my life
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together, but so broken up inside
'Cause I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hangin' on

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

Swallow me then spit me out
For hating you, I blame myself
Seeing you it kills me now
No, I don't cry on the outside
Anymore...

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

Instead of another drum beat from the song, I heard slow, deep, muffled, clapping.

"Very nice, Monroe." I sharply spun around and frowned when my eyes met Chad Dylan Cooper's. He was leaning on the side of the door frame, with a cocky expression on his face. As always.

I shrugged, trying to make it appear that I wasn't horribly embarrassed at all; my beet red face betraying me. I looked back at the spotless room and started heading torwards the kitchen with my head held high. "I try."

Me again. This is actually different than I intended it to be. Originally, Sonny wasn't going to see Tawni until the party. She was actually going to have written the song Behind These Hazel Eyes, and Chad would hear it and be like "whoa". I still want that to happen. Like, Chad discovering Sonny's song book. Er, Allison's. But I need you guys to reccomend me a good song that basically has how ALLISON has felt for the last three years.

I actually listen to this song while I write this story. You know, to get me in the mooooooood.

Also, guess who Allison is gonna run into one day? HAYDEN. That's right, Hayden. But should he be:

A. Turned into a bigger jerk than Chad. Hollywood got to him.

B. Just as nice as he always was.

C. A jerk, but he was always a jerk. And he only pretended to care about Sonny that day at Chad's party three years back for publicity.

Whatever letter has the highest vote is Hayden's new personality =]