It takes so long to update guys, I'm sorry! I've been slacking with the story. Someone told me that I should end this story with a cliffy soon and write a sequel…what do you think? I don't know.

Disclaimer: Don't own SWAC

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I collapsed on the couch. Every single part of my body was shaking violently and uncontrollably. I cried into the pillows of the poor, soon-to-be-soaked couch cushions, and continued this for hours.

What had I done? What had I said? Was it something I didn't say? The fact I had to tell him I had to deny his generous offer of being on Mackenzie Falls was not easy, and he sure didn't make it that much easier. How could I've done that? He himself would have probably chosen Mackenzie Falls over So Random! of course, for his 'image'. I hated that image. His ego. Why did he think the way he did about what I'd said? Being the awesome boyfriend he is- was-I figured he would understand. For a minute, I thought my fears were silly, but they turned out to be completely necessary. Had he thought, for some odd and ridiculous reason, that me choosing my show over his meant that I had chosen my friends over him? Would I choose my friends over him?

Of course, to him, this was probably something that happened twice a day. Meet her, break her. How could I fall for his ridiculous charm? He had me wrapped around his finger right when he stile my yogurt. How could I be so naïve and stupid as to think he could love someone from Chuckle City? I'm an idiot. Girls left and right were probably waiting for him to call them back forever. Waiting for a call that's never going to come. How could I have saved me, us, from this? I had tried in his dressing room, but it wasn't enough.

I've been crying nonstop now for three hours straight, new thoughts bringing on new waves of tears. I couldn't stop myself from breaking down, ever so slowly. And then I remembered I hadn't locked the door.

Just then, the door to my dressing room opened.

"Sonny! Guess what?! I just met a really cute…" She took in my current state. "What happened?"

"Nothing," I mumbled. It probably sounded muffled and Tawni couldn't make it out because my talking into the cushion.

"Sonny, what's going on?" For some reason, I couldn't help but think that she was only curious because she wanted gossip.

"Tawni, I don't want to talk about it." I choked, my voice cracking many times.

She advanced me slowly. "What happened when you went to Chad's room?"

Hearing his name broke me out of my trance. I sat up, looking Tawni straight in the eye. Her eyes widened, assuring me I looked horrible.

"I don't want to talk about it!" I snapped. I was shocked inside, but the overwhelming anger kept my face composed. Composed= furious.

"Channy is gone?!" Tawni shrieked. Wait, what?

I shook my head in confusion as I sat back down, the sobs returning. When I didn't hear Tawni praising herself in the mirror, I looked up with red, puffy and sore eyes. She was the one furious now. Her hands were shaking, and her eyes were squeezed shut. Her hands were fists, and the one gripping her cell phone looked as if it could shatter at any moment now.

"Excuse me," She said, louder than necessary, and left the room.

What was that about? I didn't have much time think about it, because a new phase of tears erupted and I cried miserably on the couch in confusion and angst.

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Tawni's POV

I couldn't believe my eyes. Sonny was always…Sonny/sunny. The bright, happy, overconfident, peppy, loving girl who was one of my best friends. Of course, I would never tell her that. Sonny Monroe made me- Tawni Hart- soft. Ugh.

Now, Sonny Monroe looked as though she'd been beaten countless times. When she looked at me, I could tell she'd been crying for hours, miserable. She looked confused, angry, hurt, and just plain horrible.

When Sonny gave me the impression that she and Chad were no more, I was mad. Angry, furious. I've seen the way they look at each other. It was definitely something more than attraction, if not love. Chad Dylan Cooper and Sonny Monroe belonged with one another. The down-to-earth girl and the conceited snob were opposites. And those opposites attract…

Right? I was never good at math.

So, being the good friend that I am, I blamed everything on Chad straight away.

"Excuse me," I said angrily. No way was I going to let him get away with this.

I stormed out of the room, beyond furious now. I was enraged, and Tawni Hart always keeps her cool. Because she is strong, fearless, and now officially hated Chad Dylan Cooper. He was going to be a dead man. Literally.

I strutted in an angry fashion to Mackenzie Falls. I was going to confront him, hit him, scream at him…and whatever else I needed to do to get those two back together. Channy not existing in the world meant that there couldn't be a world. It would have to end. Heck, I would end it!

To tell you- and me- the truth, I've been obsessed with Channy for a while now. I mean, who doesn't love/hate their love/hate relationship? Teehee that was funny. Explains why I'm on a comedy. Duh!

I rounded the corner to Mackenzie Falls and the first thing I noticed was the huge body guard right by the doors. I sighed. I'd have to use my gift of pretty to trick this dude. I got a mirror from my Gucci bag and opened it up, fixing my hair and adding on extra coco moco coco. Perfect. I smiled.

Putting the mirror back in my bag and walking around the corner, I smirked at the bodyguard. I tried to get by him casually, no big deal, but he put his arm out and stared me down.

"Sorry, Miss Hart, but you are not the do not admit wall." He informed her.

I pretended to smile at his silly ways. "No, no…" I read his nametag. "Freddie. Um, I'm here to see Chad."

Freddie raised his eyebrows for me to continue.

"For Sonny." I tried to think of something that would get me in. I had to confuse him.

"Sorry, that doesn't count."

"But you told my whole cast that Chad had said we could come in if we were going to talk about Sonny!" I whined.

Freddie became confused…almost there. "I said that? When?"

I looked to the side and my mouth twisted. "The day after you told me you'd give me the twenty bucks you owe me. I still haven't gotten it yet."

"Oh, oh. Okay." He pulled out the green and I giggled.

"Finally!" I joked with him. He laughed, still a little fuddled by his lack of 'memory'.

"Head on in, Tawni." He opened the doors for me.

As I walked in, feeling triumphant, I heard him mutter, "Jeez. I'm getting old." It took everything I could not to laugh hysterically.

When I had my whole body in there, I realized I had no idea where to go. I'd only been in here a few times, and right now no one was here. No one curious enough to come up and confront me about why I was here and how I got through the guard. I'm clever.

I walked in a little further, slowly, and I had to admit, a tad bit scared. I was outnumbered here, no one to back me up. I could easily get kicked out and in a ton of trouble. Someone here could hate me enough to try to get me fired! Their jealousy of my prettiness would have me guilty for confusing the guard. But, you have to believe it, he's dumber than a box of nails. Being fired, though, almost had me turning around and sprinting out that door. Do it for Sonny. She's done a lot for you…I thought.

I noticed the aisle, and then Skylar and Devon's name on one of the doors. These were the dressing rooms. With caution, I headed toward the narrow way, wondering if Chad had thought himself so important to have his own aisle. I shook my head. Chad Dylan Cooper was the most egotistical guy I knew, but he wouldn't go as far as to have his own aisle…would he? He never ceases to amaze me with his stubbornness. That's what Channy had in common. Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn…

Chad's door was visible now. A little ways forward there was a huge yellow star, and in blue letters, CHAD.

I shook my head and sighed, wiping the mischevious grin off my face. I was angry with him, furious, even. He had hurt my friend for something that was completely unimportant. At least, it should have been unimportant. I didn't think of knocking.

I flung the door open.

And to greet me was the most shocking thing I had ever seen.

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CLIFFY!! CLIFFY!! Lol I just wanted to give a shout out to one of my buddies who gave a shout out to me. F you are reading One House, One Dream, and a Whole Lot of Pie, you are sane. YOU MUST READ IT! IT'S HILARIOUS!! LOL plz plz plz plz plz review!!!