Whoa, the author's note is longer than the story...

Thanks again for all your freakin' awesome reviews! Chad even scared ME in the chapter below...my story is taking on a mind of its own, if you'll forgive that little cliche moment.
SonnyChadFan - glad you liked the tinsel fight; I feared I was repeating the decoration fight back at Sonny's appartment and I was like, "Shoot I'm gonna get beat up for this". But evidently not! :D
^^ read Channy Ways of Life by SonnyChadFan if you haven't...first Fanfiction I read on this site and I'm still following it faithfully. It really is great.

WARNING: the following par of this author's note...you know what? If you've read the past three, I don't really need to be redundant.
Joker236 - I'll find ways! I mean, I'll need Seth and Kendra and some milk, but...I'LL GET INTO WYRMROOST! Oh, there's also the issue of getting the horn back from the centaurs...maybe they'll lend it to us because of how the Sorensons "recovered it from the Society." As far as dragons go...darn...I might not get past Nafia...and then there's those creepy astrids...*shudder* but love will find a way!

Sonny

I looked around nervously. Was something wrong? "Uh…don't…don't you like it, Tawni?"

I took her hand and pulled her to the sofa, the cushions of which had been replaced with pink fuzzy ones, strewn with white and pink rose petals. "Look, Tawni! Isn't it pretty? And look over here!"

I yanked her over to the far wall, gesturing towards the pictures on it. "Jackson Tyler! Only the best pictures for my best friend!" I sighed, dropping my cheeriness. "Come on, Tawni! I spent all day working on this. What's the matter? I even put a mirror in place of the TV! And there's a whole bunch of Coco Moco Coco lipstick all over that table over there…"

"But…it's…silver."

I stopped. "What?"

"Sonny, I have said specifically I do not do silver! It's everywhere!" She crossed over to the stair case and held up a tuft of it for emphasis. "And you call this Tawni Town? It's not even big enough to be 'Tawni Room'! My bathroom is bigger than this place."

"But, Tawni…I wasn't exactly working with unlimited resources…" I felt a hand on my shoulder and became more confident. "Chad and I have been trying to make this place Tawni-tastic and…"

"That's another thing! If this were Tawni Town, Chad wouldn't be here! Tawni Town! And this place wouldn't be full of posters of hot guys; there would be real Jackson Tylers all over the place!" She huffed and sat down on the couch, getting up abruptly and flinging the cushions across the room.

"Tawni!" I shouted. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nobody ever cares what I need!" she screamed, charging for the door. I watched in shock and saw Chad block her off, dragging her back over to me with one arm.

"Chad!"

"Calm down, Sonny, I'm doing you a favor." He forced Tawni down onto the cushion-less sofa and she crossed her arms defiantly, glaring at him with daggers. He countered with a dominant tone. "Quit complaining and listen, alright? Since the beginning of December I've had to put up with Sonny worrying every other minute about what she was going to get you for Christmas, and she never found anything perfect enough! Now, you bust through her door on the night of Christmas while she was spending some much-needed time with her mom who she had not seen in weeks and complain about yourself. Sonny almost couldn't get any sleep last night, and the first thing she said to me were—AND I QUOTE—'Chad, I have a problem,' followed by a detailed description of how miserable she felt for not getting you anything. We've been—um, well, she's been slaving away in here since pretty early this morning trying to make it up to you with something she thought you'd love, and you just nitpick! Not to mention, you whacked me in my priceless face with a door! How…self-centered can you be not to show even an ounce of gratitude for effort here? Or at least an apology for my angelic nose?"

Tawni opened her mouth a couple of times. I gaped at Chad in disbelief. He looked pretty scary right now.

Then, something really unexpected happened: she broke down crying. Chad softened instantly, regretfully. But he didn't speak. "I'm sorry, Sonny! I'm sorry, Chad…it's just, I just went through a brutal break-up with my boyfriend and…I'm…I'm sorry! It's really great, it is, and aside from the silver you outdid yourselves."

My heart broke and I walked over to comfort my friend, ushering Chad into the hug awkwardly. "It's alright, Tawni. I get it. I—I know how it feels. I'm so sorry."

She sniffed and sobbed some more. "How could you be so nice to me after I totally spazzed out like that?"

Chad and I chuckled lightly. Poor Tawni, just a victim of a bad break-up.

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"You are," Chad stopped walking and paused for emphasis on our way to my car, "unbelievably forgiving."

"Well, you're the one who snapped her out of it."

"Yeah, by yelling and getting physical! I wanted to slap her for being so rude!"

I laughed out loud. "Believe me, I wanted to."

"But you're a girl, you could have. Yet," he explained as he opened the driver's side for me and leaning his forehead against the door's frame, "you hugged her. And told her you were sorry."

I blushed as he slid into the driver's side. "Sonny, your niceness never ceases to amaze me."