I'm terrible, aren't I? (don't answer that) I haven't updated in forever! But I have a great excuse!

I forgot.

No, not forgot to write, forgot to upload. I could have uploaded a month ago.

But I forgot.

I'm sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own Imaginary (Evanescence owns that) or SWAC. (Disney owns that) What do I own? I guess you could say I own the idea… but that's it. *sighs*

"We're the only ones left." A blonde boy none other than Chad said. Within her dream, she studied him. He looked different, but hot. He also looked scared. That was a first.

"No, really?" A voice said sarcastically, and Sonny realized it was her. She also looked scared and worried, and just as dirty too. He reached and grabbed her hand and their fingers intertwined. What was she doing? That was the enemy! Yet she couldn't help feeling her heart jump and fingers tingle. What was wrong with her?

Then a few scenes passed by. One was her chained up in a dark room, one was the entire group in Mr. Condor's office, then she was with Tawni and they were screaming, and a few other dark scenes she couldn't make out.

Then there was a scene where Chad was saying, "It's the apocalypse, Sonny, we might not make it." He was serious. How could she tell? There's always something in an actor's eyes where you can see they're telling the truth.

She paused, then looked into his eyes. "Okay then, well what should we do?"

He smiled for the first time in what looked like ages and started leaning in. She leaned in too, getting the smile on her face back. Then it cut. It was dark, so she had some time to think. Part of her wanted to yell at herself, saying that she didn't like the enemy and was never going to kiss him, but the other half longed for it.

Now she could see a faint outline of a person. "You're going to die." Then blackness came again, before speeding through a range of dark and light clips. One she could make out was her reading Chad's diary. She could almost feel her emotions. Then a loud alarm rang out.

She awoke from her dream with a scream. It had all seemed so… real. Trying to shrug the feeling off, she walked over to her closet to pick out her clothes for the day. The brunette needed something Sonny to get her mood up. Then she saw it.

The date was December 20, 2012.

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Sonny was bouncing down the halls, trying to get the apocalypse image out of her head by singing. Bursting into her dressing room, singing My Immortal, she heard Tawni scream.

"Great. You ruined my make-up routine!" Tawni yelled at the brunette, her Mocha Cocoa Mocha smeared all over her face. Sonny apologized for bursting into our dressing room singing. It wasn't really that bad, was it?

Rolling her eyes, she ran right into a certain three named jerk-face everyone knew. His initials were CDC, not only for his name but the Center of Disease Control. "Munroe."

"Cooper." The girl said, smirking. "Why are you wandering around?"

"Well, Umm…" He started, trying to act causal.

He was really ready to get revenge on the bubbling brunette for taking that diary. He started with an apparently sexy grin, trying to charm her into listening to him.

She shifted her bag over her shoulder anxiously and looked at him uncomfortably. Apparently it was working. "What?"

"You know it's one day until the apocalypse, right?" He smirked, she glared.

"I don't have time for this." The brunette announced, frustrated and attempted to open the door to her dressing room. The boy put his hand out and closed it.

"What was that for?"

"You weren't listening to me." The blonde said, and shrugged. "It's coming tomorrow. We're going to have to be prepared." Looking into his eyes, Sonny knew he was trying to make a fool out of her. How did he know she was so afraid of this?

"Bye." She announced, then ran to the prop house, locking the door behind her. How could she be attracted to that thing in her dream? He was a player. A stupid, rude, cute enemy with some sweet moments. Wait, what was she saying? She screamed in her head, then started to watch TV. The only good thing on was Mackenzie Falls.

Screw this.

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"The apocalypse is coming, guys." Sonny said, taking a bite out of her apple. "Tomorrow, Saturday."

"It's Friday! One more day until Saturday! That's when the sales are!" Tawni had decided to chip in now.

"The new Titian Battle 3 comes out tomorrow!" Grady yelled.

"Why can't we just live in today? Tomorrow is the apocalypse." Sonny asked calmly, flipping through a magazine. "It could come today for all we know."

"What are we talking about again?" The group whipped around to see Chad standing casually in the doorway.

Nico glanced at him, his mouth forming a particularly straight line. "Get out. Seriously dude, all we're talking about is the apocalypse."

A smug smile crept over the arrogant blonde's face. "Ah, the apocalypse."

"Out. Chad. Now." Sonny got up, getting ready to close the door in his face. He walked right in.

"I'm getting annoyed by you." Zora growled. "Seriously, I know how to break into your house, fill your room with blueberry Jell-o, then escape without being noticed."

"Why blueberry Jell-o?" Chad asks, looking a bit weirded out.

"I know you hate it."

"That sounds stalkerish." The blonde responded, slowly moving away from the door.

"It's Zora. It's what she does." Tawni said, more interested in painting her nails than the conversation. Sonny groaned, obviously stressed and freaked out about the apocalyptic situation. She whistled loudly, bringing order to the loud room.

"The. Apocalypse. Is. Coming. Tomorrow. Are you not afraid at all?

"Impossible." The group yelled at the same time.

"Not really," Sonny said, surprised they could actually agree on something. "You're just afraid to realize that."

"It's still impossible." Chad said, laughing. "I can't believe you're so afraid of this!"

The scared teen shook her head, but came up with a more reasonable comeback. "What if it does happen? Isn't there always going to me something you wish you had done, or wish you had said? Then they're all gone. How would you feel? That is why I'm scared, that I won't have the confidence to say what needs to be said." The actor paused for a minute, already halfway out the door. It looked as though he was thinking of something. Then it was gone.

"I'm Chad Dylan Cooper. The apocalypse will never come!"

This time Nico shook his head. "Why would that be, oh great CDC?" He asked sarcastically, already leaving himself.

"Because I say so!" He yelled, and walked briskly out.

If only he knew how wrong he was.

In my dreams of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby, I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me. (Imaginary)

I wish this chapter mad up for the wait. Maybe it did, maybe it didn't. Please review and thanks for reading!