Disclaimer: I own nothing affiliated with Sonny With A Chance.

A/N: Thanks to every chick-a-dee who reviewed. I love you always for every word you leave me, every piece of encouragement. Everything. For this, I've decided that I need to jump on this story. Expect more frequent updates. I can handle it. :)

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pyrolyn-776 Presents

The tenth installment of Somewhere Only We Know

A ChadSon fic

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"Oliver."

He turns around to look at her, a solemn look on his face. There's blood on his brow and a crimson waterfall pooling out from his mouth. He looks like a furious disaster. His knuckles are swollen and red and they hurt to look at.

She turns away and whimpers. "Oh, Ollie."

"I did it for you, Mel. I love you."

He chokes on his words and falls to his knees, the pavement beneath them marring his skin by the impact. He's so weak, she thinks.

"But why Oliver? Why?"

"Because you're beautiful," he gasps out. "And you make me happy."

Her lips tremble and tears fall. "I - I."

His eyes turn red and he glares at her. "You can't say it."

"Ollie, I - "

"Pigs will fly. The world will spontaneously combust. Olliver and Melanie are fucking impossible. How's that for a story?"

"OLLIVER!"

Sonny Munroe sat up, and found that her heart was beating unusually fast. She rubbed the sweat off of her face and looked around. She was in her bedroom, and her clock read 4:32 a.m. She sighed and fell back against her mattress, placing a hand over her heart.

A single tear leaked out, and Munroe made no move to swipe it off. Instead she rolled over and stared at the pictures she'd decorated her wall with. There were three of her and Chad. The first was taken when she guest-starred on Falls. The second was taken when he had asked her to be her fake-date, a haphazard plan to ward off a stalker-ish B-list movie star. And the third...the third was taken when she had been so exhausted that she'd collapsed in his arms. She had been extremely dehydrated. But he looked so concerned, and she looked the part of damsel. Someone took a picture and left it in her dressing room.

For some odd reason, she'd chosen to keep it. And she never told Chad she had it.

"Chad," she mumbled to herself.

Her eyes started to close.

"I love you."

She fell back asleep, but her dreams were not a safe haven. She cried, and she continued to wake up sweating, but she promised herself, promised herself, that she was going to tell Chad Dylan Cooper know how she felt.

Even if it killed her.

Fern Michaels tapped her fingers against her desk, waiting for an explanation from Amanda. "Well?" she asked her in a low, warning tone.

Amanda stood up and looked Fern in the eye. She looked calm and collected, but on the inside she was reeling. She had everything Fern wanted sitting in her back pocket. Calling out to her. Just waiting for her to hand over. But she wasn't quite sure if she could do it. Not after what she'd seen.

"I..." she paused and looked down.

"I'm not playing games with you, Amanda. What's the story?"

She said nothing.

"Amanda," she growled, her black, stylish, glasses falling down her face. "What is the story?"

"Munroe and Chad Dylan Cooper," she started. She bit her lip. "They're..."

"They're what?"

She took out her notepad and handed it over. "Chad Dylan Cooper is in love with the Munroe girl, but she's not sure about her feelings for him. I was...there, Fern. And she's in love with him, but he doesn't know it and they've really got a good chance of being happy together." She spoke quickly as Fern began to smile. "Please don't run this story."

Knowing Fern, the 'story' was going to explode with more vibrant colors than Amanda had supplied.

"They're young. They don't know what love is. They'll break up with or without our help, Amanda. Now. Go away."

"Fern..."

"Go away. You've done your job. Now get back to work. I'm going to write this piece."

"But you said that I..."

Fern's smile twisted into a frown. "You've become attached. You've compromised your position. And you're not writing the piece. Just leave."

Amanda sighed and nodded.

Her job was to screw over little tweens like Chad Dylan Cooper and Sonny Munroe.

But as she closed Fern's door, she couldn't remember why she'd taken this job in the first place.

Sonny Munroe swallowed uneasily as she took the elevator that would lead to Chad's apartment. They'd already made this arrangement. To rehearse their lines at his apartment. But she can't help but be afraid that he's going to back out of the movie now. Because she was stupid. Because she couldn't tell him what she felt.

She knocked softly, three times.

There's movement, and then the door opened. And Sonny found herself face to face not with Chad Dylan Cooper, but with Bailey Pierce, her supposed-to-be on-screen best friend. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she took a step back.

"Bailey."

Bailey's eyes cheered up when she saw Munroe, and she said, "Hi, Sonny! Wow, are you here for Chad? Are you guys supposed to run lines?"

Sonny opened her mouth to say yes, but when she took another look at this girl, this girl who was sweet and nice and completely what Chad deserved, she shook her head no instead. "Um, no. I - I just stopped by to, um, tell Chad that I can't make it."

"You couldn't make it so you came over?" Bailey threw her a confused glance.

"Um, I - I've got a lunch date with a friend...nearby. I just thought I'd stop by to tell him in person. But you're here!" The fake enthusiasm nearly killed her. "So, you can just tell him for me."

Bailey frowned. "Sonny, are you and Chad - "

"No," Sonny returned, almost angrily. "No."

"Sonny, Chad and I were just - "

"You don't owe me an explanation, Bailey. Chad is welcome to date anyone he wants. Listen, I've got to go. Tell Chad I said I'm sorry, and that we can work something out...soon. Or eventually. Whenever."

Without waiting to hear what her female co-star had to say, Sonny fled, speed-walking for the stairs. She didn't have time to wait for the elevator. She only had enough time to run down a flight of stairs, crying as she did.

Her Mr. White Horse had come a-knocking on the door, and she refused to answer.

She was too late.

Thank you for reading. Expect a long-ish Chad/Son scene next time. ;)