So sorry about the tardiness of this chapter; I just didn't really feel rushed today because it's finals day and I don't have school tomorrow. Well, here I've got a lengthy author's note which you need not feel obligated to read, and an equally lengthy chapter for once (or as long as it gets lately). Please enjoy!

So guess what? I started a Harry Potter fanfic (not posted yet) and named one of my characters Pomona...turns out that's Professor Sprout's name...fail...

Do readers and watchers of this show only see things as one-sided? Has no one stopped to consider that Connie may have a point? Maybe kicking her daughter out was too harsh; or was it? Adults are more clever than we give them credit for. Sonny did sneak behind her mother's back, again, to spend the night with a guy who cheated on her, striking up a fight with a girl who came through his window. Does no one see fault in this? Are you all simply extreme Sonny-ists in that you nitpick at Chad and Connie, not seeing their honest remorse or reason? I'm sorry for being so on-you all about this, but I never expected fellow readers and writers to stay in one same person's mindset.

The following part of this author's note...blah blah blah...
Naw, verl's just a creep; he's too geeky to be a stalker...

Chad

The moment Sonny showed up at my door, I knew something had gone awry. It wasn't just the fact she was there; it was also that she seemed angry, pleased, and slightly nervous at the same time when I opened the door to give her a hug and a kiss.

"What's the matter, Sonny?" I said softly in her ear, making her shiver so I would have an excuse to pull her closer.

"I should've called you on the way here, but…" She racked her brains for the right way to say whatever she was trying to say. "Okay, so…I told my mom that you came over last night…"

"Beg pardon?!"

"…and we got into this huge fight," she continued, nonchalant, as though it didn't matter and she hadn't heard me. "Long story short, my mom sort of…kicked me out."

It took me awhile to realize she was pausing for my reaction, and before I was aware of this and was about to attempt a look of surprise, she pressed on. "I called Tawni but all she said was it was my fault anyways…and she was my only shot at living with someone, and I can't exactly rent an apartment of my own, so…"

She was avoiding eye contact and playing with her fingers, letting her voice trail off. I tried to mask my enthusiasm so as not to seem too eager as I lead her to the couch. "Would you like to move in with me, Sonny?" I asked, knowing and not waiting for the answer. "It's not a big deal. In fact, you should have come to me first. But I should let you know that in a couple weeks, I'm moving back into my house. The big one, to which my fans know the address."

"Oh, right. Gotcha. Thanks so much, Chaddy!"

I froze. "Don't ever call me 'Chaddy'. Ever."

She giggled and nodded.

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So the first week was fun, and actually went by pretty smoothly. Sonny's mom called her a couple of times to see she was getting along fine on her own, and every morning she would come with me to watch Mackenzie Falls rehearsal for an hour (though she had to hide; if either of our cast mates found out…).

It was all going perfectly. Nothing was going to go wrong.

Until Sonny's mom found out where she was living.

I remember specifically how it happened, in detail, because I had had the scenario narrated to me repeatedly as a sobbing brunette hung up her phone on her mom for the last time.

Now Sonny refused to have anything to do with so much as talking about her mom, which was fine with me, but it seemed to hurt Sonny that Connie wasn't checking up on her anymore.

The particular night on which I reflected on this, Sonny was doing her live show. She didn't want me to risk being seen by Tawni (who was under the impression we were still broken up) and insisted I go home, and have Tawni drop her off a few blocks away from my apartment complex.

Leave it to Sonny to completely neglect donning any form of disguise and fight off a huge crowd of fans on her way to run frantically into my apartment.

"Whoa, Sonny, what happened?" I said, putting to the back of my mind the fact I wasn't wearing a shirt and my hair was still damp, rushing over to help her up from where she sat keeping the door closed. She looked up at me, disgruntled, looking away when she caught sight of my toned body.

"I—forgot—to—" she panted as I pulled her to my chest into a hug. "And…uh…a-and…" She was breathing normally now, but her heart was still pounding. "And…then—then that's what…what happened…"

I chuckled quietly, looking down at her red face. "You know, if this bothers you in any way, I could go put on a shirt…"

She straightened up, hands still on my chest, and looked into my eyes. "No, that's fine…it's…your hair is…yeah…"

"Articulate today, aren't we?" I chuckled again, giving Sonny a sly half-smile as I slowly pulled her closer towards me. Our faces were inches away.

Her mouth hung open as she tried to say something, but she faltered and bit her lip, uttering a small whimper as she leaned into me. I backed up ever slowly until my bare back met the far wall of my bedroom.

Quite ignoring the pounding and screaming at my door, I held tighter to the girl in my arms and her hands slithered behind my neck as she stood on tiptoe to kiss me. My hands dropped down to her waist and hers twisted into my still-damp hair. Twisting slightly so my back faced the bed, I slowly reclined, letting us fall back onto it.

I quickly but secretively maneuvered my hands back to her shoulders and brushed her collarbone with my lips, and she let out a sigh. I'd just gotten one hand on the top button of her purple plaid shirt—when she froze.

Her lips detached from mine and she pushed away from me, though hesitantly. I stood up as soon as she did, just about to apologize, the corner of my eye brought attention to a shadow in the window and I turned around just in time to see a cell phone disappear. It had a rhinestone Jack Skellington decal, and I instantly knew who the owner was.

I groaned and Sonny ran past me to the window, peering into the branches of the tree outside. "That girl just won't leave me alone!"

Sonny looked on the verge of tears…again. "This is totally the end. The end. My mom doesn't trust me, and now neither will Tawni, and the whole United States will think of me as nothing more than a child star gone wild…and…"

She didn't need to finish. But in my mind…it was already blown, right? Not much we could do to fix it, especially not now…but when I reached forward to grab her hand, she bolted for the door.