CPOV

When I was 15 ratings for Mackenzie Falls were better than ever and they decided to add a new character to the show. Her name was Portlyn and she was to play my love interest. On her first day here she fell for me, but I didn't fall for her. By then, I was known as the "Hollywood Bad Boy". My reputation only attracted Portlyn to me more. She would be with me all the time, clinging to my arm. It was like if she let go of me, I would vanish into thin air. Sadly, the press took this the wrong way and clamed us as a couple. My publicists were soaking this all up and according to them, we were going out. Portlyn loved the press and the cameras loved her. In an interview she even said that we were "In Love". This was the last straw for me. I screamed at her when we were alone and she started crying. Now if there is one thing that gets on my nerves, it's girls crying. I held her in my arms and told her everything was going to be fine. Then are eyes met and she said "I- I'm sorry. I was just caught up in the spotlight." I of course was overjoyed. The rumors settled down and Portlyn became more like a sister to me than anything.

I looked around my set, for something that could occupy my time. It was about five and I was starving, but I had to wait for my cast to be done meditating. Lately I did most of my meditation on my own. I saw someone walk down the hallway. I walked out into the hall to see someone sitting on the floor crying. Brown hair covered their face. My heart beat quickened. "Sonny?" She looked up at me and tears rolled down her cheeks. I quickly walked up to her and sat next to her.

"G-Go away Chad," she mumbled. I shook my head.

"Still as stubborn as ever, I see." She didn't say anything and looked at the floor. "What happened?"

"Why do you care?" I took a deep breath.

"Sonny, I just want to help." She sighed.

"My-My boyfriend broke up with me." I almost laughed.

"That's it?" She turned towards me with a disgusted look. I quickly searched for different words. "Sonny, everyone goes through breakups, they are nothing to cry over." Take it from the king of break up himself. She laughed.

"Yeah right! You break girl's hearts every day. How would you know how it feels?" I bit my lip and shook my head. You have no idea. I pulled her off the floor and onto my lap. I held her head to my chest and wondered if she could hear all the broken pieces rattling around. I whispered in her ear.

"If only you knew." We just sat there for a while, not saying anything. Sonny's head was lying against my chest and I stroked her hair.

"Chad?" I looked down at her.

"Yeah?" She looked up at me and mascara coated her cheeks. I smiled.

"How many times have you been broken up with?" I lost count after fifteen.

"It would be easier to tell you how many girls I have broken up with."

"How many?" I took a deep breath.

"Twenty seven." She looked down.

"That's a lot." I nodded. I looked at the floor. Her words made me think. Was I part of some girls love horror stories? My stomach growled. "Someone's hungry." I chuckled.

"Yeah, want to go get some dinner?" She shook her head and stood up.

"No thanks, I can't go out looking like this." She motioned to her face and got up.

"Looking like what?" She smiled and it melted my heart. I turned around to walk away.

"Chad?" I spun back around.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks." I smiled.

"No problem." I walked towards my dressing room. Love is a funny thing… it can ether make you… or break you.