Whoa, it's only been almost seven days since I last updated? It feels like an eternity. I wanted to have this up much sooner, but I've been completely busy. My nieces are over for the next few days, one of my closest friends have been having a health-related crisis, AND I've been reading non-stop [got 13 books for my birthday]. But, as my family was playing Wii, I decided to write this. Totally didn't expect to actually be finished tonight!!

As I said on the last oneshot I posted, I hope you guys had a Merry Christmas.

I put in a few lines from one of Demi Lovato's songs. Let's see who knows which one?

Six days. Six days since Chad dragged me from my depressive home, and yanked me into the world where I was long forgotten. Five days. Five days of me playing the part of Chad Dylan Cooper's maid. I spoke to him spitefully because of the Chantal incident, and he responded with equal amount of hatred. The tension between us was getting worse. I'm just surprised I hadn't snapped and murdered him yet. The only thing that was keeping me going was the thought of my mother, lying in that hospital bed of hers, alone and suffering. So, Chad and I kept continuously spitting fire back and forth. When I asked him if I should be making breakfast for Chantal also the other morning, he just glared at me. I had already seen her sneaking out the night before a little after two in the freaking morning. Guess that's all Chad wanted out of her. A booty call, then he just pushed out of his life. He was done with her now. Just tossed to the side like some trash. She deserved better.

Okay, maybe I'm not exactly thinking about Chantal right now. I know that a girl like her is very, very used to one night stands. It's probably an evening to evening thing for her. But what about respect for other girls? Like, say, me? What if I hadn't seen Chad talking to his friends about that bet? Would we have stayed together longer? Would he have given up on it, on me? Would he break up with me when he realized I wasn't going to give it up? Or what if I kept the state of mind I was in when I went to find him, after he stormed out of his room? What if that night, I slept with him? Would the result be inevitable, regardless if I waited a few minutes, to either think my decision over or find him? What if Portlyn told me he went outside when he was really in the kitchen, just to be mean? Would Chad still have gotten So Random canceled? Would he continue trying to get me in bed? Would I pick up on it and confront him? What if I went straight to Tawni about it? Would we still be friends? Would the rivalry between So Random and Mackenzie Falls get worse, or would they think Chad was a pig-headed idiot and disown him? Would my mom be cured by now? Would I be here, or in Paris filming some glamorous movie?

None of that mattered though. I was just wasting my time pondering over the what if's. Because no matter what could've maybe possibly happened in the past, the fact remains that I'm here, trying on this new maid outfit that Chad bought. Which meant only one thing: it was Party Night's Eve.

Chad angrily shoved the outfit at me, obviously still pissed at me for being a just a tad bit unreasonable all day. I couldn't help it. I was angry with him, and I had a right to be. Not only had he inconsiderately stayed out, having me worried sick, and then accused me of being jealous of him when I expressed how horrible that was of him. Because of course, in Chad Dylan Cooper's world, everyone who was upset with him just had to be jealous. There was no other explanation. He was like those idiot fan girls of teenage celebrities. When someone would say that they weren't a fan of the person, ten girls would attack them screaming, "You're just jealous."

Actually, now that I think about it, Chad and tween fan girls have a whole lot in common.

Okay, maybe I was just a little bit jealous seeing him with her. Or, okay, maybe that's an understatement. Maybe I wanted to tear her hair out as soon as I saw his arm around her. Maybe I wanted to be the one in his bedroom. Maybe I wanted to be the one having a crazy night on the town with him. Maybe I wanted to be the one to kiss him…and more. And maybe I wanted to be the one who he could be around without having a fight with.

But so what?

My jealousy repressed a tiny bit when I saw how he only looked at her like a piece of meat. And her leaving in the middle of the night proved to me, that Chad Dylan Cooper was a guy who wanted nothing out of girls but sex. And that was no guy worth pining over.

"Hurry it up, Sonshine." Chad grumbled through the door.

"Make me." I mumbled, knowing he couldn't hear me. I forcefully slipped on the black and white dress, black stockings, and jet black open toe heels. The dress had a triangular shape to the skirt which fanned out a tad, and white lace around the collar. I rubbed my thumb against the soft fabric as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Honestly, it wasn't that bad. The dress came a few inches above my knee, not an inch below my thigh like the last dress. This was much more classy, and actually a little bit cute. You know, in a maid sort of way.

And, best of all, it was long-sleeved. It actually came right below my palms, hiding all of my shameful scars.

"Sonny, I said hurry!" Chad shouted. I rolled my eyes. "Coming." I said.

Opening the door, I gave Chad a grim look. "I'm not wearing the hat." I stated dryly, giving him a grim look, and holding the white pointy hat that reminded me of a milk carton out. "I think I like you better without it." he agreed, licking his lips. "Good." I said, handing it to him. My first intent was to just be difficult by not wanting to wear it, but then when I tried it on, I nearly threw up. It was beyond hideous.

"You should go to sleep." he said, not bothering to hide the fact that he was scanning my legs. "We have a long day tomorrow."

"Whatever. Goodnight." I said curtly and went back into my room. I knew he wanted to give me another there's-a-party-tomorrow-night-so-be-on-your-best-behavior lecture, and I didn't want to hear it. It's like he thinks I'm some out of control girl who will start acting wild when they're with a crowd of people. After the fifth or so speech, I desperately wanted to say, I'm not Chantal. I have some class, but decided it would be best to keep my mouth shut. After all, every time I tried to correct him or generate a comeback, he would just misinterpret it and make me sound utterly stupid. Every freaking time, my message never got through to him. I felt like I was screaming with my mouth shut, when it was really open.

"Wait, Sonny." Chad stopped me before I could slam the door in his face. "What?" I spat.

"I…" I raised my eyebrows expectantly at him. "I…I…"

Putting my hands on my hips, I sighed. "Just spit it out, Chad."

"I'm…" he started again, putting his hands nervously in his pocket. "I'm sorry."

I gaped at him. He's sorry?

Psh, about time.

After hearing the words I had been desperately yearning for for three years straight, I was speechless. I wanted to melt into his arms and cry into his shoulder, and tell him that I forgive him. But then, I realized, he couldn't be sorry about the bet. He probably still didn't even know that I know. About getting So Random! canceled? Maybe. About blacklisting me? Doubt it. About completely ditching me? Forgetting about me? Not caring about me? Whisking me away, as if I was some bad smell that needed to vanish?

"Y-You're sorry? F…For what?" I managed to get out.

"Not coming home on time last night." he said, looking up at me with those deep, apologetic, and sincere blue eyes. "It was really insensitive, and thoughtless, and rude, and impolite, and selfish. And honestly, I'm flattered that you were worrying about me." I struggled to resist my blush. I loved this part of him. This thoughtful and generous person who knew when he was wrong and knew when to apologize for it. It was moments like these that made me think he wasn't a bitter, cocky, egocentric rich dude. And I hated that. It made me let my guard down. It forced me adore him, yet again. Just when I thought that I was finally getting over him.

"Well…thanks, Chad. That means a lot to me." I said shyly. "And I guess I'm sorry for slapping you yesterday." What the crap brought that on? I prided myself in getting back at him. I loved how I showed him that I wasn't going to take his insults lying down. But I had already said it, and there was no taking it back now. Chad smiled at me. "And I'm sorry I said that about you, your family, and your mother. I know moms are a sensitive subject. I know you were just trying to help."

I gazed gratefully at him. Fiddling with the hem of my dress, I decided to elaborate on the subject of my mom. I knew it was safe. For now, at least. Trying not to cry, I chose my words. "You know, what you said about my mom bothered me a lot because she's in-"

We flyin' first class up in the sky

We flyin' first class, livin' the life

In the fast lane and I won't change

By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy

"Hold that thought." Chad stopped me, holding out his right palm while he fished his phone out of his pocket with the other. "Hey, Tawni." Chad said vibrantly. I felt a pinch of jealousy about how his eyes lit up when he said her name, but then remembered Chantal. No way they could be dating if he just slept with Chantal last night. Unless, he was cheating on her.

Oh no. I had to get to the bottom of this, ASAP.

"Um, tell Tawni I say hi?" I blurted nervously, but it ended up sounding like a question. Chad hesitantly nodded. Yeah, sure, he mouthed to me. "Tawni? Yeah, um, Sonny says hi." he said cautiously. Suddenly, I heard a burst of a very high pitched and excited voice from the other side. After a few seconds, Chad said to me, "She says hey back."

"That's an understatement!" I heard Tawni's muffled voice exclaim on the other line. "Tell her we'll talk tomorrow." I heard her say.

Chad was about to repeat the sentence, but I stopped him. "I heard her."

Chad flashed me a thumbs up, then started happily pacing as he talked. He reminded me of how when I was around thirteen, and on the phone with my friends for hours, I would constantly be pacing around the hallway with the phone glued to my face.

"You know, I wasn't expecting to hear from you until tomorrow." he said. "So everything's set?"

I leaned against the wall as he went over the party plans for the next night with Tawni. Apparently, we were going to have live entertainment of many sorts, fancy food, and nearly all of Hollywood's elite. "Yup. Okay, alright, bye." he hung up, and turned back to face me.

"Sorry about that." he apologized.

"It's no problem. I guess I should go to bed now, huh?" I offered, rubbing my upper shoulder.

"Yeah, and I should too. We all know that CDC needs his beauty rest." he said, pulling on his golden hair. "But, I just wanted to let you know, Sonny, that I want us to be friends, of a sort. I mean, I'm still your boss and everything, but…I don't want us to be so hostile."

I nodded. "Yeah, I agree. Let's start fresh. And forget about all of this tension." I stuck out my hands.

"Sort-of-kind-of-friendship?"

"Sort-of-kind-of-friendship." he repeated, shaking my hand.

This was the Chad I agreed to hanging out with that day after work, four years ago, when he shyly approached me with a bright yellow rose and asked if I could help him babysit his niece. I found out afterwards that he just asked me to help because he wanted to spend time with me, and keep him company. And, most importantly, to officially ask me out. After a long day of chasing around Bratty Cooper, her finally admitted his feelings to me, and I did to him as well.

Was that a lie, too?

Or did James and Skyler come up with the whole awful bet afterwards?

Because, honestly, why would he date me for a whopping twelve months, if it was just to get me in bed and get some extra money? Wouldn't he quit after a week? Although Chad was impatient, he was also extremely competitive. But the way he looked at me that night when Brianna, his niece, was in bed…right before he told me he liked me (a lot)…that just couldn't be faked. Right? I mean, yeah I'd see him look longingly at the girls on Mackenzie Falls, but the real thing was just incredibly. Amazing. Special. Astonishing.

And it was all for me.

Or was it?

Suddenly, I noticed that my hand was still in his. I awkwardly looked up to meet his eyes, and pulled away. Why hadn't he let go yet?

So many questions, with a desperate need to be answered. It felt like my life was constantly full of lies, faking, and wonder.

"Night, Cooper."

"Night, Munroe."

I gave him a small smile before walking all the way in my room, and softly shutting the door. After I shed my clothes and slid on my silky dark pajamas, I turned off the lights and rested my head on the cloud-like pillow. So many elements of my life unanswered, but one thing was for sure: Tomorrow is going to be very interesting.