A/N: First off, thank you all SOOOOO MUCH for your reviews! Especially to eRegz, to whom I am dedicating this chapter to. (Oh, and SM POV stands for Sonny Munroe point of view)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I did, I would be able to make these chapters reality… *sigh*

Sonny with a Chance of an Epic Story

Chapter THREE

SM POV

Stupid Chad.

Honestly, when someone apologizes, it's really for the best if you simply forgive and forget. But no! Chad has to blow things out of proportion so that they match the size of his enormous head!! I mean, one of the reasons I was so star-struck by him the first week I moved here was because I thought he was like his character, Mackenzie. You know, sweet, sensitive, humble, suave, handsome, wonderful…

But he's not!! I mean, yeah, he's still physically attractive, but all of that counts for nothing if you aren't attractive on the inside too.

I've never hated someone as much as I hate him. Probably because, as far as I know, I've never really hated anyone, and no one has ever hated me back. Everyone back in Milwaukee liked me, for the most part. Even after I had a little fight with Lucy, I still had good friends to help bring us back together, like Emily (thanks eRegz!) and Taylor and Jesse… the list goes on… I may not have been the most liked person, but I certainly wasn't on anyone's blacklist.

I continued to mop up the spilled water with a roll of paper towels during my inter-rant. Stupid…fat head…big ego…

"Sonny?"

I jumped at the sound of my name. I looked up about 5 feet to see Tawni's face in a combination of disgust, amusement, and confusion.

"Eh my gosh, Sonny, why are you on the floor?"

I turned back to my self-inflicted chore, realizing that Tawni wasn't really here to say anything important. But I wasn't going to just ignore her, so I said-

"If you must know, I am wiping up the water that I was bringing you guys. I spilled it when-"

"Yeah… I'm bored now. Marshall sent me to tell you that our classes are going to start in twenty minutes. Just let that guy with the broom and bad taste in clothing fix whatever you're doing and go get ready"

Tawni gave me a once-over, and smirked, "If you say please, I might even lend you something suitable to wear".

I frowned, "What's wrong with my "Little Miss Sunshine" shirt?"

"Umm, I don't know, maybe because it's all wet?"

I looked down. Sure enough, dark, wet splotches scattered across the front of my shirt. Thankfully, the neckline was low, so I had worn a black shirt underneath, preventing the shirt from being see-through. Still, I couldn't go to my class that way. Ms. Bitterman would not be happy.

"I guess I'll go to the dressing room and change into something a bit more on the dry side" I said. I reached out my hand for Tawni to help me up. She stared at it.

"Okay, little farm-girl, Lesson Thirteen: Tawni Hart does not participate in activities that include caring for others, helping people, or physical labor. And helping you up includes all three. So, I'm just going to go now," she stated. And with that, she turned on her (Prada, of course) heel and ambled out of the commissary.

I gave a sigh that one would give when teaching a toddler right from wrong. Tawni: can't live with her, can't live without her.

You couldn't really hate Tawni, no matter how nasty she got. No offense to Tawni, but it was like hating a bag of rocks; it doesn't know any better, its I.Q. was too low (I'm sorry, I don't like saying that, seeing as she helped me on my math test once, but when it comes to behavior, yeah, her I.Q. is a tad low), and there is no way to correct the behavior.

Wandering back to my dressing room, I couldn't help but remember why my shirt was wet in the first place. Anger started boiling my blood like soup.

"Breathe, Sonny, just breathe. You are absolutely not going to let Chad Dylan Pooper Scooper ruin your day. Just breathe. That's it; in and out. In and out. In and out…"

By the time I reached my dressing room, I was completely calm. And, my shirt had pretty much dried. The wet splotches were gone; it was just a little damp, but it was nothing that a minute or two under my hair dryer couldn't fix.

I was about to turn the handle on my door when I spotted an envelope taped to the front with my name on it.

Curious, I opened it and read,

Hey Sonnygirl,

Hope Hollywood hasn't been too hard on ya.

But, just in case, there's a little surprise in here just for you.

I recognized the handwriting immediately. Holding back a squeal, I slowly opened the door with an enormous grin on my face. It couldn't be – but it was!!!!

"BRAD!!!" Ishrieked and ran over to my boyfriend, who I had to leave in Wisconsin when I moved here.

"Hey, Sonnygirl!" Brad exclaimed, opening his arms. An open invitation for a hug, and I accepted. Oh, I missed him so much! The springtime picnics in the park, the summertime trips to Lake Michigan, all of our classes together in the fall, and the snowball fights in the winter were but a few of the things I left when I left Brad.

"I missed you, Braddy-Oh" I cooed, using his "pet" name.

"I missed you more, Sonnygirl. Hey, I've got something for you,"

Brad went over to my desk and picked up a bouquet of blue, purple, and pink flowers.

"Wood violets!!" I gasped "How did you know those were my favorite?"

Brad chuckled, "Well, I am your boyfriend, and wood violets are the state flower of Wisconsin, so it didn't take much to put two and two together. So here-"he said, thrusting the bouquet towards me, "a token of our two year anniversary".

Oh no oh no oh no oh no. I completely forgot!!!!!!!!!

"Um-"I gulped "was that today?"

A cloud of hurt passed over his face.

"Yeah. It was. Didn't you remember?"

"Well, I knew it was coming up, but I've been super busy with work and stuff, and there's been so much drama, and-here, it's marked on my calendar. Let me go get it out of my room".

I ran across my dressing room and through the door that led to my studio bedroom. Digging through my desk, I finally reached my calendar at the very bottom of the drawer. I flipped it open to today's date, but found the numbered box empty. OH NO!!!

I grabbed a pen and quickly scribbled down:

2 yr anniversary with true love!!!!

I stuffed everything else back into my drawer and ran out of my room with the calendar, praying that everything would be okay.

"See? Here it is. Just like I told you" I pronounced, showing him the calendar.

Brad looked down, reading the box containing the day's date. The mask of sadness on his face began to fall away to reveal understanding and happiness.

"Well," he said "looks like Hollywood has been a little hard on you. Good thing I'm here to make it better." He pulled me into his signature gentle-bear-hug; it was tight and over-powering, but it wasn't constricting.

"Hey, I've got to go run back to the hotel that I'm staying at to go check in with my parents. I'll see you in an hour or two. Okay?"

"Yeah" I replied with a grin. Having him visit me, even if for a little while, made life look a lot better.

"See you later, Sonnygirl"

"See you, Braddy-Oh"

As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, I collapsed on the couch. How could I forget my own anniversary???? Wasn't it guys who usually did that???? He probably hates me now. He's not stupid…

I thought I was going to be sick. I couldn't lose Brad. If my life was made of balloons, he's that little weight that keeps them from scattering. I needed him.

Feeling slightly dejected, I walked out of the dressing room with my head hanging down. I ran into the mail guy, whose name escaped me during my little depression.

He reached into his cart and pulled out an envelope.

"Hey, this is for you. Some guy dropped this off and told me to give it to you"

I looked up and snatched the envelope out of his hands. Ripping it open, I began to read the hastily written note.

Hey Sonnygirl,

I love you no matter what.

Even if you do forget our anniversary.

Love you,

Brad

I read and reread the note over and over again.

He said he loves me!!!!!!!!

My day just got a whole lot better!