Hello Peoples, I'm back. And I realised recently that I LOVE reviews. Like LUVV LOVE, but that still doesn't help with the issue of writer's block. So, I am going to make a promise. I have no idea how frequently this story is going to get updated, but it will be finished by the end of term, which is... *checks DET site because my diary is retarded and doesn't say* either the 17th or the 15th of December. It says 17th but then below it says Staff Development Days & it said Last 2 days of term four, so it's probably the 15th.

Still own Nothing and if you read that entire rant have a VC and go in the draw to win an all expense paid trip on the SS Knight. (See what I did there? Because he's Sterling Sandmann Knight. Yeah Mini, no one cares.)

I warn you, this chapter has a few "words and references in it." Just don't forget you were warned.

Nobody's POV

"So, Little Miss Sonshine is back. Well that's never a good thing. Is it now?" The crazed psychopath, begging for an escape.
"Now this is the part I love." Remarked the tallish boy from his seat.
"It's not happening James."
"Awww..." He pouted.
"It may have happened once..."
"Actually it was four times, consecutively." He interrupted.
"It was not." She screamed back.
"Okay, but it was still four times."
"Whatever. It's not going to happen again."
"Really? Not even if you're really bored?"
"NEVER." She said, lowering the pitch of her voice down some.
"Okay, but if you change..."
"WHAT DON'T YOU GET ABOUT 'NEVER!'" She screamed before falling into her regular psychotic routine.
"See that's why I love it. Welcome back Portlyn."

She was Portlyn now...not the normal girl with a casual relationship with one of her ex-co-stars, ex-best-friends. The one that overreacted, and took a risk, because even she could care less where she ended up. She had been locked up in an asylum for the last ten years. That was all the proof she needed, that refraining was pointless. She could do what she wanted, because she knew she could deal with the consequences.

Until she snapped out of her trance...

Then it would come flying back to her, well not all of it. The only times she was fully aware of what happened is when she was reminded of it. And now she, Portlyn, had a side of her to be taken advantage of.

Not that he was just in it for the benefits. They had one thing in common. They both hated Sonny Monroe. Portlyn, having a much better reason than her counterpart, though. He only hated her for his reputation, whereas she had spent the last ten years of her life wasting away thanks to that girl.

Then she awoke the next morning. Her breath smelling strongly of alcohol, and the sheets wrapped around her naked body.
"Shit!" She yelled out in a hushed tone.
"Okay so we're up to I think six now."
"You asshole. You, fucking asshole. You have to stop taking advantage of me when I'm like that."
"Hey don't blame me. You're the one that told me to."
"I didn't tell you to, she did. And you know how much I hate her."
"Yeah but with you guys sharing one body, it's kinda hard for me to distinguish between you two."
"James, you know when I'm me and when I'm her. You'll even admit that you love it. Way more than regular me." She started to sit up, but hesitated when she felt the dizziness in her head. "And now I need some Panadol."

Yet again, you were warned. So peoples, any ideas. I have a few, and yes, Portlyn does have two split personalities. One is her reckless side that comes out whenever someone (James or Sonny) pisses her off, and the other is the side of her that realises how stupid her reckless side is.

And the weird thing is, I'm falling in love with writing about Portlyn and James in this story, so expect more of it, although this story is definitely revolvong around Sonny.

Please review and make sure to smile at the next person you see. You never know if it'll make their day a little bit better.
Luvv ya,
xx Mini