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Chapter Three:

SPOV

I finally was drifting slowly to sleep, when of a sudden: RING, RING, RING!

"Oh come on!" I immediately reached out to my nightstand, to grab my phone. Since I moved back to Wisconsin, I got a semi-normal ringtone, no matter how annoying it gets sometimes. I picked up already knowing it was Connie," Yes mother," I said with a very hostile tone.

"Excuse me; I think I dialed the wrong number because my little Sonny-Honey never, gives me attitude."

"Sorry mom; I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, what are you calling for," I stated trying to sound like I was happy to hear her voice. The voice of the only person I talked to, anymore.

"Well you have a visitor over here and it is urgent. So get your cranky butt out of bed and get over here ASAP!"

"Be there as soon as I can mom. Who is it?" I asked still confused, no one ever came to see me. I mean Lucy came sometimes, but always gave a week notice.

"Oh, well just get over here and see for yourself." She sounded . . . excited? Now I was really confused, and while I was getting ready a stream of questions ran through my mind.

I got into my truck, and drove which was hard because all the while I was behind the wheel, my mind was racing. I pulled into the driveway and saw my mother talking to a familiar figure on the porch. What was he doing here, and why would he come to see me? (A/N: Sorry but your guess at this point is most likely wrong of who it is but just read on PLEASE, with a cherry on top)

I walked onto the porch, a blank expression on my face," Hello Mister Condor, what are you doing here in Wisconsin."

"Hello Miss Monroe, I have come to invite you back to Condor Studios for a week: to honor your contribution as a wonderful actress. And also invite you back to show business, if that is okay with you and Misses Monroe here."

"Please call me Connie." That's my mom, always off-task! Will you focus for once!

"Mister Condor, I am dreadfully sorry but, I do not think I can accept your invitation."

"And why would that be?"

"I am happy here (lie), I want to stay (lie), I do not think I could bear being back in Hollywood (truth). For however long it may be." Sonny said using a fake-apologetic manner.

"Sonny look, you could just stay the week, go to the honorary ceremony, and then you can make your decision at the end of one week whether to stay. Okay?" Wow that's the first time he used 'Sonny' in this whole conversation, he must mean business.

"Okay. Mr. C, when do we leave?"

"The private jet is set to pick us up at, approximately midnight Central time. We will land in California at 3 am CT, or around-"

I groaned, "One a.m. in the morning! Couldn't we leave say noon? Please. Sorry Sonny but the pilot needs his rest." Ugh! Not only do I need to, face my fears back in Cali, but I also need to get on a plane at freakin' midnight! Oh well, no negotiations.

I drove back to my apartment; I packed some outfits, some swimsuits, and all other necessities. I looked around my small home, and thought about all the 'what if' questions I had. What if I stay in Hollywood? What if I run into Hollywood? Or worse what if, I run into Chad? I just took a deep breath and cleared my mind of almost all those questions, but one lingered: What if Chad (gulp) hated my guts?

Later that day

I slammed the door to my truck, and walked to the limo Mr. Condor left to take me to the airport. I watched the scenery change, until the polite driver said," Miss Monroe, we have arrived at the airport. I wish you a safe flight."

"Thank you," I smiled. I hope, I have a safe trip too, I thought.

I breezed through security, and finally made it to this huge jet. Wow that was what I was riding in. Holy Cow! Mr. Condor saw me," Hey Sonny. Are ready to go back to your Condor Studio's home?"

I gave him a weak smile," I think I am." Liar, why do I keep lying to him? Geez, I never used to lie, well I guess now things are different. Mister Condor grabbed my bags and carried them to the jet.

"Thanks Mr. C"

"You are very welcome. Now what are you waiting for pick your seat."Wow. How could I choose one? There were so many! I just decided to go and sit in the far back. I watched as the plane took off, and then we began to float. Somewhere between the floating and landing I drifted to sleep.

CPOV

I was lying down in my room, looking at my ceiling. My phone began to ring. Who would call me at one in the morning? I looked at the caller ID, Mr. Condor? Uh oh, what's going on? I picked up," Hey Mister C what are you calling for?"

"Chad I need your help, "You're young, strong, and not as tired as I am." That I would doubt I was pretty exhausted. "I need you to come to the Studios and help carry a package in, she's very delicate, though and we do not want to wake her."

"Geez, Mr. C you must be tired."

"Why would that be, other than I already told you that!" It sounded like a certain someone was getting upset.

"Because packages don't have genders." I said laughing a little bit.

"This one does, and if she is not put safely in five minutes, it's your head!" Now I was sure Mr. C was angry. I rushed out of the house, not realizing I was still in my pajamas: blue plaid sweats, a grey t-shirt, and blue fuzzy bunny slippers. So what their comfy!

I reached the studio in about two minutes. I saw Mister Condor, standing by his limousine; I pulled up my convertible next to him. I got out in seconds," Hey Mister C so what package?"

He pointed to the open car door, and that's when I saw her for the first time in a year. I stood there dumbfounded. Then I heard Mister Condor's voice," Don't just stare at her go put her in her dressing room, and make sure she stays asleep." Why did she need to stay asleep? What was he going to do watch her sleep, stalker!

I picked Sonny up, bridal style and couldn't help but smile. She looked so peaceful, too bad she hated me. I carried her into her old dressing room, what happened to the couch? I hadn't been in this dressing room, since Sonny left so I frowned. I knew at least one, dressing room that had a place to rest, so I walked sleeping Sonny to the Mac Falls set. I opened the dressing room door, and placed her down on my couch. She always said how uncomfortable that couch was, and that beige didn't match the blue décor in my room. But hey she's the one that left me, so I guess that really doesn't matter, anymore.

I put myself on the arm of the couch, and looked down at her. She looked just as beautiful as she had the year before. I started to stroke her hair gently, she smiled in her sleep. I felt myself subconsciously leaning in, but at the last instant pulled away. She didn't want me before what could change her mind now! It was getting late, and I was sleepy, so I got on the couch next to Sonny. It felt so right, but I knew, in the back of my mind how wrong it was. She broke up with me, she didn't want me anymore, but hey I missed her and if this was my only chance to be close with her, so be it. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and heard her sigh, with that I slowly drifted into a deep, peaceful rest.

Author's Note: What do you guys think? I didn't update for a while because of school. I do not know whether to continue. What do you guys think? I don't know, because I am a horrible writer. I couldn't write something decent if my life depended on it. Any suggestions? Sorry for the sulking.