Chad walked into the waiting room, spotted Portlyn and I huddled together crying, and speed-walked over. "Hey, you guys okay?"

"Okay? Okay?! Hoe can we be okay?! Michael is-!" Portlyn cut herself off, not able to continue.

I handed her a tissue. "Chad, come with me." I stood, squeezing Portlyn's hand one more time, and stepped away with Chad. I led him over to the window that shows all the newborn babies. "You see all them?"

Chad was confused. "Are you meaning to tell me that Michael got someone pregnant or…something?"

I shook my head slowly, crossing my arms gently across my chest. "They all seem innocent and healthy; no cares in the world. You think nothing bad is going to happen." My voice started to shake and I drew in a wavering breath. "But bad things do happen; they do," I brought him to another window showing someone strapped to Life Support. "They do and this happens. They almost die."

Chad put his hand on my arm and had me face him before speaking. "Sonny, where you going with this?" His voice was gentle.

I licked my quivering lips. "Michael…he- he got in a car crash. He was in a tunnel and some drunk driver slammed into his car, shoving it against the wall. He's beat up, real bad, you know?" The tears started to spill. "He's in surgery. A lot of bleeding and, um, they have to stitch him up. They're making sure nothing is going wrong with his organs. He called me when he was in the ambulance. He could barely move or talk or anything." I was close to sobbing out loud. I looked Chad in the eye to see that he was coming closer to me, engulfing me in a huge, well-needed hug. I didn't hug back, I just sobbed into his shoulder.

He made shushing noises in my ear and led me to some chairs, sitting us both down, not breaking to hug, awkward on his part, no doubt.

"I'm so scared, Chad." I cried.

"I know," he murmured, pushing my hair behind my ear. "Believe me, I know."

I was calming down a bit. "Imagine Portlyn, though. This is her brother, someone she looks up to. I have to get back to her." I went to pull away and stand but Chad wouldn't let go and I also did not want to escape his comforting grip. "She must be hysterical." I sighed, trying to will myself to move.

Chad pulled back a little bit to look at my face. He smiled a bit and wiped my tears away. "All you needed was a hug." He chuckled lightly, trying not to upset me.

I smiled at him, not a grin that I normally gave anyone; only to Chad because it was a grateful grin. "Thank you." We didn't move away from one another, just staying in each other's hold.

I heard frantic footsteps and Portlyn skidded into view. I pulled away from Chad. She looked happy; he looked a little sad but it was hidden. "Sonny, we can see him now." Portlyn grabbed my hand and I grabbed Chad's as we raced down the hall to get to his room.

We entered and stopped dead; he looked awful, covered in gauze and bandages, casts and slings. Chad squeezed my hand reassuringly and I squeezed Portlyn's, receiving a squeeze back. (Too many 'squeeze' words in one sentence. Lol)

I ran up to the bed. "Michael?" I called lightly. He opened his eyes.

"Al, Port…Chad?" He was shocked Chad was here.

I chuckled, tears coming into my eyes and Portlyn coming to stand by the bed. Chad kept his distance.

"How are you, big bro?" Portlyn asked.

"In pain…but I'm holding up." He needed help to breathe so he had a machine; you could hear the mechanical gasps. "It all happened at once though."

"I'm surprised you could call me on my cell." I told him.

He chuckled and then stopped, wincing. "Yeah, me too. But I did it. I just wanted SOME family here to see if I was okay. You know?"

"Where's your parents?" Chad asked, arms stuffed in pockets.

"Guam." Michael and I answered in unison.

"how'd you know?" Portlyn questioned.

"They sort of check in with me to see how you're doing," I admitted to her. "They sort of worry about you."

"Why?" Portlyn was confused.

I bobbed my head toward Chad and Portlyn laughed. "They want to make sure Chad doesn't intimidate you or bother you."

She shook her head. "Not since you've shown up." She smiled at me.

"That's what I told…her." I lifted my phone as it was ringing. I looked at them and then back at the phone. I hit 'on.' "Hello?" … "Denise, yes, he's here." … "He couldn't-" … "He's hurt." … "Someone slammed his car." … "Okay," I sighed. "Michael, it's your mom; she wants to talk to you." I handed him the phone and Portlyn helped keep it at his ear. "I'll leave you two to argue with your mom." I told Portlyn, walking out of the room, Chad following.

"So, how many celebrities do you know?" Chad asked. I shrugged. "C'mon, give me a number."

"I lost count after I met Johnny Depp. He was the four hundred, twenty-five thousandth person, maybe?" I considered. "Let's go get something to eat, Portlyn too."

We headed down to the cafeteria and grabbed some sweets for Portlyn, ourselves, and Michael. We brought back to his room and I got my phone back, calling Marshall, telling him where I went. Chad called his studio producer to inform him that he and Portlyn were going to stay away from the set for the next two days, to be near Michael.

I looked at my phone to check the time. A nurse walked in. "Visiting hours are over." She walked back out, leaving the door open.

"Can't we stay here?" Portlyn asked, looking at me.

I shook my head. "Nope, if someone is in Emergency Care, no one can stay longer than now. It's in case anything…happens. Come on, let's stay at my house, it's not far from here." I walked over to Michael to see he was asleep. "Bye, Michael." I whispered.

We left the room and went to the parking lot. I told them how to get to my house and we all went to our cars to drive to my home. I called Mom in advance to let her get a head start on fixing up the extra bedrooms. I arrived home first and went up to my room/office. (This is how I want my room to be…it'd be so cool!) I opened my door and placed my keys on the table next to the door. I saw that my closet was open and closed the curtain. I went over to my desk and placed the new DVD on the shelf next to many others and books and binders filled with stories. My laptop was up and running, my email up. I went to my bedroom part of my room and pulled away the curtains in front of the room indention. My bed and entertainment system went outwards from my room, like another closet, and was hidden behind a pinned, stylish curtain to look formal. I pulled away the curtain, keeping it to the side closest to my wall. On my wall were posters in frames of the movies:

High School Drama

Fight Over Her

Maximum Ride (All the recent books/movies have a poster each)

Bite Me

Revenge To Death

Bubble Burst

Fake Your Life

Royalty

Kaylee

Kaylee: Betrayed

Gunshot

And a show called "I Mind" with more than one poster; one for each season.

(FYI, all these movies are made up except for M.R. All the stories are my own, I own them, copyrighted too. Not just the names but the actual stories. I have more but they are in progress. You can't steal any of them because they are registered and copyrighted to me…)

And also world tour posters of Drenched. On my shelves were DVDs, CDs, books, photo albums, and binders filled with screenplays and manuscripts. I sat down at my desk and sighed, staying still for a moment. I heard my mom a couple rooms over, getting them ready for the new guests. I got up and went into my personal bathroom. I took a shower to get rid of the stage water and sweat and blow-dried my hair, making it poofy in a good way. I had a drawer that held pajamas and clothes in it in case I ever forgot to bring clothes in with me; like now. I opened the clothing drawer and picked out a pair of skinny jeans and a red tank top with a black rose on it, all sparkly on the design. I put my black slippers on and a chain necklace, stepping out of my bathroom and closing the door facing it.

"Nice room," A male voice said. I recognized that voice.

"Found your way, huh?" I turned to face Chad. Portlyn was looking at the posters.

"You REALLY like the Allison Rey movies, don't you?" she commented.

"Yeah, otherwise I wouldn't have been in them." I sat on my chair to my desk. "Like your rooms?"

They nodded. "Been in them? You were in her movies? She wrote them too you know." Chad leaned against the wall, careful of the posters.

I chuckled and gestured to my shelf of books. "Yeah, I know."

"I love the way the photographer positioned her; she shows emotion; attitude." Portlyn complimented.

I turned around in my chair to face my computer, a smile on my face. "So, why aren't you guys in your rooms?"

"Because we got bored." Was Chad's excuse. "They were nice though; remind me of the set's dressing rooms."

"Because there's mirrors?" I guessed.

"You know me so well." Chad joked. I felt more than heard Chad come over to stand behind me. "What'cha doin'?" He leaned over me to place his hands on the desk to steady himself and stay balanced.

"Checking my email and finishing something." I responded distracted my his position and my work. I clicked out of my email and into Word. I started to finish up typing a chapter to a story and I printed that chapter out. The printer was under my desk and I pulled the paper out of the tray, punching holes in it and putting it in my binder.

Chad grabbed the binder from my hands. "Whoa…" He read it and read it- fast reader. He placed it back on the shelf. "You're Allison Rey?" He sounded shocked.

I nodded and Portlyn came to stand by the desk, crossing her arms accusingly. "You didn't tell us? Or are you lying?"

"My mom's maiden name is Rey. My full name is Allison. That's how I know Michael; we worked on Revenge To Death together. I was his love interest."

"Why don't we recognize you in any of these posters?" Chad asked, nodding to them with his head.

I sighed, bored and slightly annoyed, trying to get up, Chad in the way. I lightly pushed him back and stood, walking over to them. "Blonde, red-head, black hair, green eyes, blue eyes, RED eyes, LAVENDER eyes with fangs. Everything I'm in, I look different." I sat back down, facing them, laptop closed.

"You star in everything you write?" Chad sat down on a hanging chair.

I nodded. "They always ask." I rolled my eyes. Looking at the clock, I sighed.

There was a knock on my door and my mother peeked in. She smiled at me warmly and a little shyly at Portlyn and Chad. "Sonny, Kevin dropped off your guitar." She brought it inside and left after that, closing the door.

I put it in the stand in my closet. Portlyn caught sight of what was inside and opened the curtain; me pressing my lips together to keep from yelling. She gasped, surprised.

"You actually get to keep all these dresses?!" She was astounded.

I shrugged. "Well, I make them so…why not keep them?"

"You made them?" Chad stood next to me, looking at the dresses.

"It's the only way to keep Sherona off my back." I told them. "I'll make a suit for you if you want, Chad, and dress for you, Portlyn, if you guys…want." I started getting uncomfortable. All this attention is why I have another identity. I thought being on a kid's show would tone down the attention but- alas- I was wrong.

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair, and sat down in the hanging chair. The phone in my room rang and Chad and Portlyn looked confused; they didn't see a phone before.

"Answer phone," I stated.

"Sonny?" Tawni's voice said through the connection. I had built in a voice commanded phone into my room. "Hey, why'd you leave?"

"Michael- Portlyn's brother- needed me, Portlyn, and Chad. It was an emergency. We're at my house." I told her. Chad looked dejected because he didn't have this at his house…I'm guessing.

"Oh. Well, are you coming shopping with me tomorrow?"

"Can't- busy." I sighed. "I've got to go. Shut phone." The phone shut off.

"That…is so cool. I want one!" Portlyn pouted.

I laughed. "It's a prototype- it still has glitches." I walked into my bedroom part of my room and opened a mini fridge. "Water or soda?"

"Water." They said together.

I took two waters out and tossed them to them. They sat down on my hard wood floor. There was a fluffy, circular rug in the middle of my room. It had my name on it. My full name: Allison Sonny Rey-Monroe.

Chad rubbed his hand against the material. "This is a nice rug."

"My mom made it for me after I published my first book." I smiled warmly, memories flooding back; the happiness, excitement, book tours. All in all, it was a fun life. But fame gets old. Quick.

Portlyn sighed and laid down, resting her head on the softness. "It's like heaven!" She crooned.

I laughed. "You're out of it- delusional." I shook my head at the sight of Chad and Port. Chad was laying down too, his eyes closed, relaxing. Port fell asleep already.

I picked up my guitar- electric, the one Kevin brought over from the concert- and took the pick off of it. I put it back and grabbed my acoustic. I tuned it and pulled out a sheet of music with notes and lyrics on it. I started playing the notes; I had to memorize this song. It wasn't finished and it had to be done by Sunday; that's two days. I felt a presence behind me and I spun around in the chair to be face-to-face with Chad. Our faces were extremely close where, if I inhaled, I would take in what he breathed out. My heart was pounding from the scare and the closeness.

"Why'd you stop playing?" He whispered, trying not to wake up Port.

"It just stops. Look," I was equally quiet but for other reasons. He picked up the music and read it over. He looked up questionably. "It's not done yet."

He nodded in understanding. Then, as he looked behind me, he dropped the sheet music. "You…were in "I Mind"?"

I nodded. "I was Stacelia." (Again, my story/ continuing stories. The name is like Stacey and Amelia combined. Unique, huh?)

"How many seasons did you do?" He backed away, picked up the paper, and leaned against my desk. I put my guitar away.

"Eight. We could only do so much, you know?"

"There's a reason no one knew you were Rey." Random, much?

"What do you mean?" I leaned back in my chair.

"Look at all these. In your books, you don't sound the age you are- you sound like you're thirty. You're movies and shows…you look older than you really are. Everyone thought you would be twenty-four by now or something. When you're in a drama…I've seen the movies, I notice…you have a certain- maturity about you. But when you're on So Random! you seem all playful and like a kid. The maturity's gone."

I smirked. "You watch So Random!"

He rolled his eyes. "And you watch Mackenzie Falls. So what? The rivalry thing doesn't mean anything to me; it's just fun."

"Actually, I don't watch Mackenzie Falls."

"Don't you, Sonny, don't you re-" I covered his mouth with my hand in one fluid movement as I stood. I never realized how close we were standing.

I tried to ignore it and play cool. "No, Chad, I don't. I'm far too busy. I would if I could."

He moved my hand off his mouth. "You still taste like air hockey and ski-ball." he joked. I smiled, remembering the fake date.

"And you just lied. You never saw the movies." I accused lightly.

"What makes you say that?"

"What's 'Revenge To Death' about?" We had not moved away from one another. I crossed my arms.

"Someone getting revenge but killing them in the process?" He guessed.

"No. In the story, my mom dies when I'm four. Eighteen years later, she finds out that her mom was murdered. She goes out for revenge but ends up getting killed, her boyfriend committing suicide to follow after her. It's like a remix of Romeo and Juliet." I was a little miffed that he didn't know about the movies and that me lied. "What about 'High School Drama,' what's that about?"

"Drama at high school." He decided to keep his answers short.

"What kind of drama."

"Supernatural."

"Define it."

"School is fun for the popular Kristy- that's you- and then she develops a power she inherits from her abandoning father and has to control it all the whilst saving her schoolmates from an evil. Her boyfriend is keeping secrets from her and-"

"Okay." I closed my eyes, bored of his explanation. I opened my eyes again, confused. "If you've never seen-"

"I read the books. Revenge To Death was just a movie, no book." He leaned a little closer. "Trust me, I know your work." He chuckled, leaning away again. "Plus, I really don't think you can act. Like I've said, I've seen So Random!"

"That's the point; bad acting is funny. Also, you overact."

"I do not." He protested.

"Do too."

"Don't."

"Do."

"Don't."

"Don't."

"I'm not falling for that-"

"Stop flirting and go to sleep!" Portlyn groaned from the floor, rolling over.

I looked back at Chad to realize we had been leaning toward one another in our argument. What the H did she mean "flirting"? I took a step back, taking a quiet, long breath. Chad's cheeks were a little pink; he noticed too.

"I think it's time for you to go to sleep, me as well." I suggested.

"Yeah," He walked over to the door and I opened it. As I was closing it, I muttered out to him. "Do too." And shut the door before he could say something back.

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Okay, now we see some secrets about Sonny. And some CHANNY! Eep! Today was an awesome day! That's why I'm updating! There was a talent show at my school and my friend sang to Born In The USA and did a fantastic job. And this one kid- a boy- danced insanely to PokerFace by Lady Gaga. Another friend played guitar in an awesome way; it made my day! Hope you enjoyed the chappie!