So, I'm really POed for two reasons.

Starstruck.

Those stupid little Disney producers are copying Channy! I would care less if the conceited snob in the movie was someone other than Sterling Knight, but since it isn't, I'm furious. I'm writing a letter write now to the producer and telling them to never realease the movie.

Which leads us to the second reason.

I'm pretty darn excited for it.

I am so mad at myself for that, but I want to see Sterling. Who doesn't? But, I want to see how it turns out, and how different "Nico"- is his name Brandon in real life?- is with Sterling as his best friend. The whole movie is exactly the same as SWAC, but exactly the opposite.

Let's make a third reason.

It makes us all confused.

Channy fans, I am on your side. REBEL AGAINST STARSTRUCK!!!

In the Lord's name we pray, please help Channy/Stemi survive.

Maybe that last was a little over the top. Sorry. That is not offensive to anyone.

Disclaimer: Once upon a time, Sterling was my slave. He had gotten me water, a foot massage, lots of clothes…

"Sterling, go get me the Jonas Brothers!"

"Yes ma'am…"

…and then I woke up. Sigh.

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Chad's POV

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even see.

I tried to suck in a breath, fearing my heart was physically hurting now too. Nothing changed. I blinked a few times to clear up my vision. It didn't work.

I stood, frozen from shock and sadness, forever.

My body soon became numb. Too numb to stand. The fact I couldn't move didn't help when the ground became flying up toward my face, and I realized that I had fallen to the floor.

Nothing was going on inside me. Nothing. I had blocked it all out before it nothingness became intense pain. The last thing I wanted was to break down right then and there, even though I had already fallen. To the ground, and for her.

She was right. I didn't dare think her name. It was too much for the overwhelming shock within. But, she was right. The fact that we were enemies was the clear fact that this wouldn't work. And it hadn't. She had run. It was right. Staying away from one another was the right thing to do.

But why couldn't I accept it?

Being the selfish really-mean-word I was, I hadn't done what I should have. I wasn't a good…boyfriend. I loved her, really loved her. And if I was true to my word, I would have left before she had. I should have loved her enough to let her be free. I should have been the one to make this decision. I should have been the one to make sure she stayed unharmed. And I hadn't. I was horrible.

Who was I to be so weak? Who was I to hurt the one I love? Who was I to hurt the one and only one I would ever love? How could I ruin the perfect thing we had? What we had was special. Impossibly special and intense. The tension and feelings combined made a mysterious love that I couldn't resist. I couldn't resist her. But now, saying that I loved her like I did, I had to.

Now, the question was, how?

How could I see her almost every day and not talk? How could I see her every day and not start crying? Chad Dylan Cooper does not cry. See? Now that she's not here, the conceited jerk I was will start resurfacing. We can't let that happen, now can we? I sighed as I realized I tried to find a loophole in her demands. But, I would respect them. I would respect her, because that's what friends, just friends, did for each other. They did what was best.

Was this for the best?

I couldn't help the hope emerge within me then. I crushed it quickly, knowing I would get over myself. I couldn't get around this.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

She couldn't even get around this.

Nothing she could do would help. The pack knew of her existence, and therefore, she must be destroyed. The behavior she showed toward Jackson- I shivered with fury at the thought of his name- would surely have her in danger. The funny thing was, I taught her that behavior. If only she had finished him off. But that would make her a target. I was positive.

Right now, I was losing it. I was the worst person ever. How could I have let this happen? I wish I could have gone against what I was, like Sonny, and not harm her.

Sonny…

And that's when the sobbing began.

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Sonny's POV

I ran through the forest like a bullet. I tried to focus on my footsteps as I rebelled against my thoughts. Thump. How could I think like this? Oh- no thinking. Thump. I can't help it. What was he thinking now? How badly had I hurt him? How badly would this choice hurt myself?

I knew I was thinking now, but I had to stray away from those thoughts. From him.

But how was I going to do that?

The way I felt about him…it was unbelievably controlling. As in my emotions were controlling me to not be in control. I was controlless. Too bad that's not even a word.

Who was I- what was I to believe in something so stupid? Love doesn't exist. I'd told myself that before repeatedly, even before California. How could I fall for that certain blonde boy? Tears streaked down my face, blurring my vision. It didn't matter, I knew the forests like they were my home. They were, sort of. I was almost out of the cover the green and lively trees created when I heard something.

A sob.

It amazed me how I knew exactly what it meant and what was happening. Almost immediately I fell to my knees and whisper screamed to myself. I couldn't let him hear me, for fear he would follow me out. I had to keep moving, I told myself. I have to get out of this place which created so many memories I couldn't remember. Too bad I have the best memory ever. Too bad it's impossible for me to forget anything.

Too bad.

It's too bad I was stupid, careless…too bad I was easy, naïve…too bad I was trusting…too bad I can't stop insulting myself. Too bad I can make myself cry. Too bad I had to leave him behind. Too bad I'm me. Too bad I'm a monster.

Too bad.

This world, this life, is just…bad.

I made it to my house minutes after I abandoned the forest

With my impossible memory, I recalled the day I was ready to go to Condor Studios. I promised myself I wouldn't trust anyone. I had broken my own rule. My own promise.

Which forced me to break myself.

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Narrator POV

Chad and Sonny were heartbroken, but they both knew this had to be done.

Chad hadn't been at the studio in two weeks. Neither had Sonny.

Chad was in his room the entire time, sleeping, crying, or just sitting, feeling blank. The only time he left the room was to go downstairs and grab something small to eat. And that was once a day. He hadn't been called by his disgusting pack to watch Cindy, he hadn't been spoken to since that day Sonny had denied him. That day was September 9th. He was miserable. He was becoming less and less aware of the real world. He knew he desperately needed to forget. Forget everything. But he couldn't bring himself to. Because he didn't want to, and because he wouldn't be able to hold up if he thought about Sonny.

Sonny had been in different rooms in the house. Mostly the waterfall room. The water falling was almost soothing, but not near enough to keep the thousands of sobs that escaped her lips quiet. She hadn't hunted since The Day. That's what she called it. The Day. That day was September 9th. It was now September 23rd, and she was miserable. Not hunting was incredibly irresponsible for her, but falling in L-word wasn't very responsible either. She was becoming less and less aware of the real world. She knew she needed to forget. Forget everything. But she couldn't bring herself to. Because she didn't want to, and because she wouldn't be able to hold up if she thought about Chad.

Maybe, being as awesome a narrator I am, I could get them back together…but everyone must review my story. That's right, I'm evil.

…MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! Okay, that just sounded dumb.