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A stranger stabs you in the front, a friend stabs you in the back, love stabs you in the heart, but only true friends will poke each other with straws.

Hey! I have no school today and I'm so happy! But I have to go tomorrow…yay for me. :/

Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter! :) I think there's 1 more chapter after this and then it's done! Don't worry I'll give a shout-out to all the ppl who reviewed and stuff like that in the last chapter! I like doing shout outs!

So please read. Enjoy. And review!!

p.s.—id love it if you reviewed ;D

DISCLAIMER: look. I don't own SWAC and I never will!

All I own is my iPod Luigi.

but id like to make a shout-out to my lost phone, Lola… wherever you are, please come home! Mommy misses you! :'O

&& Sonny and Tawnis' dressing room &&

"Tawni?" I ask, looking over at her working on her poem, at her vanity. "Yah sonny?" she says looking up.

"Have you finished your poem yet? I ask curious. "Yep, almost done, and…there!" she says happily, "do you wanna hear it?" she asks. "Sure!" "Well I'm not going to let you hear it until class." she says.

"Well then! I wonder what Chad is writing about?" I wonder mostly to myself. Tawni then smiled a 'I-know-what-you-don't' smile, "well, I bet it's about you." why would he write it about me? He doesn't like me…does he? "Well you're wrong because, I don't know! But why in the world would he write it about me?" I ask. "Because he so likes you! And that's when he's going to admit It." she says confidently. "How would you know that?" I ask disbelieving her.

She seemed to be thinking but finally took a big sigh and said, "Chad told Devon, who told Paul-the assistant- who told Marcus-an actor I've never even heard of-, who told Jillian-another un-known actor-, who told Chastity, who told Portlyn, who didn't tell Zora, but found out anyway, who told me, who is now telling you! Whew! That was long!" she said, acting exhausted.

"Tawni. You never know… words can change. Yah know, I'm gonna go ask him!" I say confidently, but when about to leave Tawni grabs me and spins me around, "No! No! No! No! No! You never ask a boy if they like you! That's the worst thing to do!" she yells.

"I don't care! I know I'm being stupid, but what's the harm in asking, right?" I say not too confident. "Fine. Go get him Sonny!" she says suddenly happily.

I start walking down the hallway to set 2 confident and fast, but with every few steps I get more and more slower. But finally, I reach his dressing room, I knock being the polite person I am, and hear, "if you're a fan go away! But if your someone else come in!" rude much Chad?! I open the door to find Chad looking at a small piece of paper intently, he looks up at me and quickly puts the paper in the drawer, "oh hey sonny! What are you doing here?" Ok Sonny you can do, just ask him.

"well, I was wondering, cause well I heard a few things, and it might not be true but I just wanted to ask you to make sure, because well I heard that, you told Devon, who told Paul, who told Marcus, who told Jillian, who told Chastity, who told Portlyn, who didn't tell Zora, but she of course found out anyway, who told Tawni, who told me, that you liked me. Even though you probably don't, I mean you don't hate me maybe, it's just frienemy relationship yah know an-"

"Sonny! Thank you, jeez you sure can talk." he said smiling, but then turned in to nervous frown from what I said about him liking me. "So do you?" I ask. "W-well, not exactly, I m-mean I like you as a f-friend, but not l-like you like you," he said not looking me in the eyes, and i could feel my heart drop, and shatter into peices,because the truth was...i liked Chad Dylan Cooper. alot!

"So…that would be a no?" I ask still not sure. "Yes sonny it was a no. I don't like you!" he said getting kinda loud. "Well you don't have to yell, I was just wondering…and what are you writing your poem about?" I ask thinking that might be true too. He turned pretty red, and looked really nervous, and frustrated, then said,

"Why do you care! I'm not sure! I c-cant think when your h-here, why d-don't you just l-leave, so I can figure it out!" he said/yelled. That really hurt and I could feel the tears swelling up in my eyes.

"Fine, why don't I just leave!"

"Fine, do that!"

"Fine,"

"Fine"

"Good"

"Good"

"Goodbye!" and I could feel the single tear fall down my check, and to my hatred, he saw it, and softened. "Sonny, I'm sorry I didn't mean It. I'm just confused." he said sincerely. "Well when you figure it out, call me." I say, and he nods 'yes', and I leave.

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