Ok, here's another chapter, and again, this one's not written by me...its by xXxStompingOnRosesxXx :D

Awkward

"Honey… Honey… Honey! HEY! WAKE UP!" a female voice screeched, waking me from my slumber.

My eyes shot open as I quickly sat up. I looked around, frazzled. "Wh-wha-? What is it? Where's the fire?"

"Good morning, doll!"

I turned to look at the person that greeted me. Her voice sounded familiar… It was like Mom's voice, only this voice is a bit more high-pitched that my-

Holy crud, my mother is in a ball gown.

And… blonde?

"MOM? What the-"

"No time for chit-chat, Tess. We have to meet Tom and Tawni for brunch!" she exclaimed, jolly and disgustingly pink.

I looked at her, confusion evident on my face, which was probably flushed right now. "Tess? Mom, who's Tess? I'm Sonny!"

Mom's face scrunched up, and then looked at me as if I was in a mermaid costume. And by the level of crazy this morning, I wouldn't be surprised if I was Ariel right now. "Sonny? No, darling, you changed your name to Tess when I married Tom. And I changed my name to Tiffany Teresa, remember? So we could match the Harts!"

My jaw fell to the floor. Oh no… I looked at Mom's platinum blond hair and then touched my own. I closed my eyes, silently pleading to myself, please; please don't let it be blond…

Ugh. It was a sickly bright yellow color.

Oh my word, it's like monkey puke!

I then looked down at what I was wearing, wondering if it was a dress like my Mom's, because if it is…

"Uh, Mom… Why am I wearing a stupid green ball gown?"

"Because we live in a palace now, honey! Don't you remember? Boy, you sure are acting strange this morning…"

Says that person talking like she's the fairy god mother.

"And your dress is not stupid! It's beautiful; it's the color of-"

"Snot? Moss? Lint you find in your belly button?"

"Spring."

I rolled my eyes. "Mom, I'm pretty sure a season doesn't have a color…"

"Whatever. Now get up, we have to meet your fiancé, that lovely boy, James Conroy."

J-James? Conroy?

I screamed. I screamed louder than when I saw a rat-thing that my Mom called a dog on my bed when I was seven or when I bungee-jumped for the first time. I thought my Mom would hush me or something a normal mother would do, but she just smiled widely, as if she was used to my screams filling the air and breaking her eardrums.

"Tess? Whatever is the matter, sister dear?" Tawni came in the room, her eyebrows raised and her skirt in her hand.

Wait. Why the heck is she dressed like Cinderella?

"TAWNI?"

The door then swung open, only to reveal my best friend in a blue outfit that was worn by Prince Charming, the dude with the horse and the sword. "And Chad!" Chad added, butting in, coming into my room. "Morning Tess, Tiffany Teresa, and hello, gorgeous." He kissed Tawni's cheek, making her giggle, while I just sat there, mouth agape, my eyes bulging out of their sockets. I think I looked like a retarded fish.

And then I fainted.

"Sonny? Sonny?" a female voice called, gently shaking me. "ALLISON!"

And before I knew it, I was on the floor. I muttered under my breath, but made sure it was quiet enough for only me to hear in case it was my Mom. I don't want soap for breakfast again.

"Munroe! Wake up before my boots make a print on your right kidney!" Was that… Tawni?

I opened my eyes, hoping to see someone other that my blonde future-stepsister. But, alas, for fate just pukes on my hopes and dreams, my wish wasn't granted.

She was in another bright pink eye-bruising outfit, hovering over me, showing off her pearly whites by grinning at me in a way that reminded me of Snow White's evil stepmother.

"Tawni? Is that you?" I yawned, rubbing my eyes lazily.

"No," she said sarcastically, helping me get up. "I'm George Clooney." She looked at her bright pink nails and rolled her eyes.

"What are you even doing here so early in the morning?" I asked, sitting on my bed, wanting to lay on it again. Funny how beds are more comfortable when you're forced to drag your lazy butt to school. Or in my case, Chad's room.

"Uh, it's like, two o'clock in the afternoon…"

I looked at her wide-eyed, quickly jumping up from my lavender and white bed. "TWO IN THE AFTERNOON?"

"Yeah, you were asleep for like, fourteen-"

I cut her off by running to my shower, screaming, "Go get my outfit! I have to be at Chad's in an hour!"

"Wait, I thought you were mad at him?" she called me from outside my bathroom door.

"Yeah, but…" I paused, turning on my shower, "I just kinda want him so that he'll-"

"Love you?"

I snorted, but secretly knew she was right. "No, I, uh, want him to see that… I'm capable of, um… being hot…"

I heard Tawni's heels click-clack from the outside of my bathroom, and probably into my closet to get my outfit.

I came out five minutes later in my bathrobe, a towel wrapped around my hair.

Tawni was sitting in front of my computer, reading what I wrote when I was younger about my first crush.

"But then I found myself getting tired. The beautiful moments we shared became insufficient, and I found myself thinking about him less and less," she read aloud. "The magic of first love withered away, and I started to wonder if it was just infatuation.

"The feeling came back, though; things became beautiful again. It was unintentional and a little unfortunate because he still won't notice me, but it was didn't matter much at the moment; the enchantment of the magical moments such as coincidental simultaneous glances and hidden blushes blinded me…"

I didn't mind her reading what I wrote; since I was too busy daydreaming about Chad… But then I came back to my senses. I cleared my throat loudly, making Tawni look at me.

"Oh, hey, Sonny." She waved at me nonchalantly and continued reading. "It didn't help that he got another girlfriend that year. Her name was Alanis Meagan. She was practically the bane of my life, if only Chad wasn't so happy when he was with her – happier than with me and his other friends, even. Getting rid her was harder than getting rid of Stacie… She was with Chad for more than seven months, while Stacie only stayed for three weeks, thanks to her newly found boyfriend, Jeff, who was my second cousin, once removed."

"Will you please stop reading the story of my life? I have to be at Chad's house in," I looked at the clock, "forty-five minutes!"

"Fine, fine." She sighed, giving up. She threw a white sundress at me, screeching at me to put it on.

"A dress?"

"Yeah!"

I sighed then looked at her expectantly. She looked at me with a "what is it?" face, eyebrows raised and lips pursed.

"Well? Get out."

"What?"

"I'm gonna change now…"

"Yeah…"

"You're still here…"

Her eyebrows knitted together, but then she realized what I meant. "Oh, sorry!"

Ten minutes later, I was already in my dress, makeup and hair done all perfectly thanks to Tawni.

"Thanks, Tawn." I smiled at her.

She snorted and smirked. "Pay up. I want my date with Nick."

"Nico."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." She grabbed her overly bedazzled designer bag. "Now, come on, let's go to your play date with the boys!"

I raised my eyebrows. "My little what?"

"Play date, meeting, rendezvous, The Boys' and Sonny's Video Game Day, whatever you call it."

I narrowed my eyes and opened my mouth to speak, but was cut of by Tawni running out the door, calling behind her, "Race you to the parking lot!"

"Wait!" I called after her. "I have to put…"

The door slammed shut.

"My… shoes on…"

I sighed, put my sandals on, and raced out the door. I stumbled a little, but I managed to make to the end of the hallway. Tawni was already inside the elevator, pushing the button to the lobby frantically. I ran to her as the door started to go down.

"Hold the door!" I screamed to her. But she just gave me her patented evil smile, laughing as the door closed fully.

Getting my competitiveness from my Mom, who once broke Jenni Bourke's leg while playing hide and seek when they were seven, I refused to lose. I ran down seven flights of stairs without taking a break, while Tawni was probably checking her nails right now, listening to elevator music.

Five minutes later, I was in the parking lot, trying to catch my breath. I ran to my car, only to find Tawni standing in front of my car, staring at it like it just slapped her grandma.

"We are not taking this piece of metal…"

"Tawni, all cars are metal," I explained, sighing and rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, but this is… this is ugly! Ugly metal!"

I glared at her, muttering, "That ugly metal happen to be my baby."

She looked at me as if I was crazy, and then burst out laughing. "No, no. We're taking your Porsche."

"How do you know about my Porsche?"

She looked around the parking lot, before mumbling, "I have my sources."

"My mom?"

"Pretty much."

I gave her the keys and she ran to my car, climbing into the passenger's seat. She patted the driver's seat, telling me to hurry up.

I rolled my eyes and jumped into the convertible. My silver car drove smoothly out of the parking lot, my heart beating unusually fast at the thought of facing Chad.

"What if he doesn't like me back?" I asked Tawni, distressed. We were almost at Chad's house, and I was sweating so much that I was practically sliding off my leather seats. But Tawni, however, didn't seem to hear me. She was too busy listening to a song that most twelve-year-olds forgot.

"I can be glamorous just like you see in all the magazines, I can be cool as ice or anything I wanna be, who said, who said, I can't be Superman? I say, I say, that I know I can, who said, who said, I can't be president? I say, I say, you ain't see nothing yet-"

"TAWNI!"

"What?" She pulled her earphones off, sighing.

"Stop singing Hannah Montana songs and listen to me! I'm freaking out!"

"Go on and make some noise, every girl has a choice, to lead her own parade, I do it my way, I can be soft and sweet or louder than the radio, I can be sophisticated, or totally good, out of control…," she cooed.

Well, fan-freaking-tasic.