I tried my best!

"I don't know. But all I know is if Sonny stays like this, then I don't think she's coming back." My stomach churned. Sonny wasn't coming back. She didn't know about the bet? She'll miss me? It was all too much, and on top of that, Tawni burst out into tears.

"Chad, you've got to find her. I've got this bad feeling."

But she was too slow. I was already out the door with my jacket and phone before she could finish her sentence.

CPOV

I rushed back out the same way I had come in, all intentions leading to one thing. Sonny. I couldn't loose her. She meant too much. Heck, I was in love with her. It was then when I got to the parking lot that I realized I was still in my messy clothes, but it didn't matter. All I could do right now was save Sonny. The girl that had captured my heart.

I rushed into my car and turned on the ignition. Before I reversed, I noticed something on my window. It was a letter, attached with a mini piece of tape. I lowered my window, grabbed it, and opened it hastily.

Dear Chad,

I'm sorry. For everything. You must hate me right now. I mean, why wouldn't you? I have done my fair share of pranks on you that would have usually made you ask to fire me, but you didn't. You were so good to me, and now look at what has happened.

Before you start to disagree with me, yes, I did not make any bet with Skylar. But the fact that you would be able to say I hate you to me, it just means that you don't care about me as much as I care about you- oh what am I saying? You hate me. That's it. You have never and will never feel anything else.

So, I guess that this is goodbye. I can't stand living one more second with the fact that you don't want to be near me. It is just all too much.

Tell everyone I will miss them terribly, especially the so random cast. Also tell them that it has been a fun ride, but it wasn't meant to be.

Goodbye Chad. After you read this, don't come looking for me, since it will do no good. You hate me, and that is all I want to change right now.~Allison "Sonny" Monroe

The page was wet from tear marks, and there were ink smudges every few lines, probably from her hands trying to wipe her tears away. My heart dropped to my stomach, and the feeling was unbearable. I had broken her. Just tore her heart into little pieces. And the worst part was that she thinks I hate her, and that is the last memory she has of me. Tears threatened to fall, but I held them back. I had to be strong.

But what did she mean that she never made a bet with Skylar? He told me himself. But then again, Skylar was the second best actor on our show. It all could have been a joke to him, or maybe he was jealous of me and Sonny.

I was furious. How could Skylar be so low? I mean, it was kind of obvious that Sonny and I would never speak to each other again.

But maybe that's why he did it. He would try to be the shoulder for Sonny to lean on, and then try to make her fall in love with him. Disgusting.

I put in reverse, and left Condor Studios. I took the next intersection into the highway, and just drove. I didn't know where I was going, so I just followed my instinct. Where would Sonny go?

There were too many options. I narrowed it down to a quiet place, one that she would be alone. She never liked people around her when she was depressed. Come to think of it, who would?
The library was a big no. Her house was probably one option I could try. I mean, it was better than nothing.

I parallel parked in front of her house, got out of my car, and walked up the sidewalk. As I walked up the porch steps, I noticed something that made me hate myself even more. It was the keychain I had threw on the ground before I ran and left her. It was exactly the way I had left it, shattered on the floor. The front door was ajar, and curiosity whirled over me.

I stepped over the broken keychain and went inside. The TV was still on, playing Mackenzie Falls. Sonny had confessed her secret obsession a while back. Beside the couch was a bowl of popcorn, probably set up for our movie night. Tears whirled in my eyes, and I wondered where she could have gone. I walked around, and soon spotted a wall of pictures. There weren't in any type of order, they were just jumbled up. There were pictures of her mom, Lucy, Marshal, Tawni, Nico, Grady, and then me. There were more pictures of me and her than anybody else.

My eyes scanned through them, and rested on a picture of us at Marshal and 's (now ) wedding. She was beautiful that day, wearing a turquoise dress that hugged her figure, and it was accompanied by the diamond necklace I had given her for her birthday. We were standing in front of a fountain, just outside the church. My lip quivered, and memories of when she was happy filled my brain. I turned around swiftly, my back now facing the picture.

I spotted her diary on a table, and picked it up. She had always forbid me to touch it, but I had to. It could give me an idea of where she was.

I opened up to a page near her last entry, and it was from about a week ago.

Dear diary,

Today was a really fun day. The whole so random cast and Chad went to the amusement park, since we had the day off. It was six flags, and I had the best time of my life.

Chad was acting a little strange today, since he seemed intimidated by Nico and Grady's pranks. That didn't happen anymore. He sometimes even made pranks with them!

I hope I tell him soon. I feel like all my feeling are squeezed shut inside of me, and are going to burst out anytime soon. If I don't tell him, I don't know what I'd do.

I snapped the book shut, and took soft and easy breaths. What did Sonny want to tell me?

I opened the book again, this time to the last entry.

Dear Diary,

This is my last entry. What happened last night is too horrible for me to write about, so all I can say is that it is involving Chad, and that he HATES me. I am still crying right now. I cried myself to sleep, but woke up from a bad dream just an hour later. It's 12 midnight right now, and I can't sleep. Or eat. Or drink. Or breathe correctly. I'm lucky I can even write. What Chad said, I don't know how I can live on with the fact that he despises me.

I might run away, back to Wisconsin, and quit the show. I may be overreacting, but there's no way I can do comedy with a broken heart 24/7.

I guess this is farewell. And whoever is reading this if they want to search for me, it won't do any good. Goodbye.

P.S.- I just realized something today, but I will only say a part of it.

I really like Chad Dylan Cooper.

With tears,

Sonny Monroe.

The book flew out of my hands, dropping to the floor. I stared down at it, as if it were going to eat me. Its blue cover was soon damp, from my tears falling down drastically.

Sonny liked me. And I love her. That was all that mattered right now. I had to go and save the girl I love. The girl that thought I hated her. My best friend. My soul mate.

I ran out of the house, and jumped into my car like a mad man. Tears blurred my eyes, and I wiped them away drastically and hurried down the road. I had somewhat of an idea of where Sonny could be. I just hope I'm right.

I parked the car, and hurried out. The sweet scent of saltwater slapped my face, and I remembered when we used to come here.

My feet soon became pale from the sand, but that didn't bother me. I spotted a figure in the far end of the beach, near the cliffs. Come to think of it, it was standing right at the edge of them. I ran for it.

"Sonny?" I whispered to myself, running towards the figure.

As I got nearer and nearer, I could see the person more clearly. The figure was dressed in a nightgown, and shiny brown hair fought back at the wind, swiveling everywhere. I froze. Shiny and pretty chocolate brown hair.

"Sonny?"

I wanted to write more, but I wanted to leave a cliffhanger. I need a lot of reviews, since I didn't get that many and I felt that my stories were getting boring for you. Tell me what you want to happen! ~mimo7197