…James. My eyes widened and I ran over to a newly hired security guard.

"Get the press out of here." I instructed. He nodded and went over, leading them all out of the building with the help of other guards. I ran over to Chad and the Falls drama snobs. I grabbed Chad's arm, pulling him away. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

Chad slowly yanked his arm away. "Um…no?"

"You'll never guess who's here,"

He popped his collar. "Hannah Montana." He chuckled and then realized I was serious. "Who?"

"James." I murmured. "You have to help me. The press is gone, they won't ruin your image, just help me show that I don't want him." I did the puppy-dog pout.

He shook his head with a smirk. "Nope, I'm done helping you…or anybody."

"Please?"

"No, and if you keep bugging me, I'll tell him that the date was fake." He started walking toward James who was talking to some fans of his.

"Fine. But if you don't help me, I'm going to tell EVERYONE that you're a bad kisser." I crossed my arms and stood triumphantly as he turned around to face me once again.

"You wouldn't know if I am or aren't. You've never kissed me." He stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Really? Because your blog says otherwise." I smirked.

"Fine, I'll help." He pulled his hand away from himself and held it out for me to take. "I just hope you're better at acting."

I glared at him and squeezed his hand. Then I smiled and pulled him along nonchalantly.

"Sonny," Chad whispered to me. I looked at him. "Shouldn't you change? You're soaked."

I rolled my eyes. "That's the point; I'm drenched and I'm IN Drenched. I'm staying wet."

James walked over to us. "I see you dumped Sonny for Ally, lead singer." James smiled at me, trying to dazzle me.

I just blinked at him. "It's Allison." I corrected.

"Ally's better." James informed.

"No, it's not." I shook my head smiling.

"And I didn't dump Sonny." Chad told him.

"Oh, so you're cheating." James chuckled. "You want me to break the news to her?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, have we met? Hi, I'm Allison- call me Sonny." I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, hey…Sonny. You did great. Still dating Chadster, huh?"

"What's it look like?" Chad lifted our intertwined hands. I'm not gonna lie, I didn't mind the feel of his hand in mine.

"I was sure you two would split." James muttered.

"Oh really? Why's that?" I asked, curious, hiding it behind attitude.

"I don't know- you guys just…never seemed like you would date. You know?"

I raised an eyebrow but Chad answered: "No, we don't know. And we're done talking to you." He led me away and I gladly followed.

I shook my head at James as he stared at me- dare I say- lustfully? I scowled and turned my head, facing forward as Chad led me out of James' sight.

We were around a corner. "God, can you believe that guy?"

I shook my head. "Yes." He just stared at me. "It's James; not that hard to figure him out."

Chad made the head bob that meant "yeah, you're right."

I licked my lips. "You gonna let go of my hand or what, Chad?"

Chad looked at our hands and then back up at me, a slight blush on his face. "James is still watching." He murmured.

"What?" He nodded to behind me and I turned my head inconspicuously. I saw James in the corner of my eye, watching us carefully. "Oh. Great." I sighed. "Well, let's go see what your cast mates thought of the show."

"but I don't ca-" I pulled him along.

"Hey, guys- what'd you think of the concert?" I asked Mackenzie Falls actors when we got to the group.

"Why are you two holding hands?" Portlyn asked, curious.

"We're faking in front of James because he's a douche." Chad explained. I nodded in agreement.

"Well…more like an ass." I provided.

"Hey, does he still have your phone?" Portlyn asked Chad.

"No. I took it back when Sonny and I-" I elbowed him. "met up with him last time." Chad tacked on nonchalantly. He lowered his voice so only I could hear. "Oh my God! What do you do to your elbow; sharpen it?"

I laughed. "Maybe." Was I…flirting? Oh God! It's the apocalypse! My cell phone rang in my pocket and I let go of Chad's hand to get it. I answered. "Hello?"

"Allison…Could- Could you…I need…Where's Port?" It was Michael. He sounded like he was in pain.

"She's right next to me." I told him. "Michael, are you okay?"

Portlyn heard the familiar name and turned to me. "My brother?" She mouthed.

I nodded.

"Can you….put her on too…please." Michael's voice was strained and weak.

I held the phone between our ears and we held each other's hands tightly.

"Port, Al…Hospital…" There was beeping and yelling in the background and the line went dead.

"Michael? Michael!?" I yelled into the phone. I looked at Portlyn the same time she looked at me.

We both looked at Chad. "Is everything alright?" He asked, worried.

"Get your things together…I have to-" I didn't finish speaking, I just walked off to tell my cast and band where I was going. Portlyn ran up to me and we ran out of the building to our cars.

We drove to the hospital. After we parked, we ran inside the Emergency Care center. We went up to the desk. Portlyn grabbed my hand and I held it just as tightly.

"We're here to see Michael Denton." I informed the nurse at the desk.

"You can't see him." She responded, looking at a clipboard.

"Why not?" Portlyn asked shakily.

"I can't give out information about a patient's-"

"Damn it, lady! What's wrong with Michael?!" I screamed, almost crying. "Why can't we see him?!"

She looked up and actually looked at us, studying us. "Are you family?"

"Sisters." I informed in a whisper. Everyone was staring at us. "And if you don't let us see him, I swear to God, I will make YOU need a hospital bed!"

"He's in surgery."

Portlyn and I let our tears go.