The car ride back to the studio was better than the previous car rides. Chad actually reached over and held Sonny's hand on the way there. She didn't question it. She simply looked over and beamed at Chad. Seeing him like this was a relief. She hated seeing him so miserable.

"Do you wanna watch our rehearsal tonight?" Sonny asked.

"Would your friends want me there?" Chad raised an eyebrow.

She shrugged. "No clue. But I'm inviting you, so they can deal with it."

Chad bit his lip subtly. "I dunno..."

"Come ooooon." Sonny whined. "It'll get your mind of things."

Oh, right. Chad thought bitterly. Dead parents. How could he forget?

"Uh. Sure. Why not." He finally agreed. Besides, that was extra time to see Sonny and not be alone. How could he decline?

When Sonny parking in the area where the So Random! set was, Chad stayed in the car.

"You comin'?" Sonny asked.

"There's people in there." Chad pointed out.

"Yeah, and the sky is blue." Sonny sarcastically stated.

"Sonny, you don't get it. I don't wanna see people. I- What if people ask questions? What if I can't answer them? I don't - I just can't. Okay? I can't."

Sonny thought for a moment. "Look, there's a back entrance that leads to the prop room. Wanna just go through there?"

Chad stayed silent before nodding. "Okay. Okay, I'll do that."

Sonny smiled slightly. "Atta boy!"

They both left the car and headed for the back door. But Chad still couldn't help worrying. What if the press was there? Could they have already found out what happened? What if he... cried in front of someone? That was Chad's worst nightmare. Making a fool out of himself in front of the public.

He followed Sonny through the shady area and through the door. Sure enough, they were in the prop room. Or, the "Clown Room" as Chad used to call it.

"Where's your cast?" Chad asked, legitimately wondering. He didn't want them asking questions either.

"If I know them, eating probably. It is still lunchtime, after all."

Chad nodded. That made sense. And then something on the coffee table caught his eye.

It was a picture of Sonny and Chad on their way to the hospital. And there, in big, bold, and purple letters stated, "Chad Dylan Cooper: Medical Emergency?"

"Shit!" Chad cried.

Sonny rushed to his side and glanced at the magazine. Sick paparazzi. Why couldn't they screw off for one day?

"Chad, this is really vague. No one even knows what happened!"

Chad flipped open to the page revolving around him. And for the first time ever, he wished it wasn't. There were more pictures of Sonny driving him, and pictures of him sprinting into the hospital. He groaned, sitting down.

"But Sonny, they will. They'll figure it out." He laid down on the couch and stuffed his head into a pillow.

Why couldn't his parents just be alive? Why did this have to happen to him?

Chad hadn't moved a muscle since he read the magazine. Sonny left to grab them both a snack, and the minute she left, he felt empty.

Here's the thing. Sonny was like his rock. She kept him secure. And when she wasn't around, he felt like nothing. That sounds pathetic, but maybe he was pathetic. He thought this everyday. He couldn't believe how much he relied on Sonny.

He was interrupted by his thoughts by Sonny coming back into the prop house.

"Chad? I brought fruit snacks." She stated. What a dork. Fruit snacks? Sonny was beyond cute.

"Oh, and I grabbed your phone." She set it next to the pillow Chad's head was resting on.

He didn't feel like using it, but he had six missed calls, so he knew he had to.

"Do you mind?" Chad asked, gesturing to his phone. He didn't want to be rude. She waved her hand and dismissed him. "It's totally fine."

Chad nodded, calling his grandparents back. The whole conversation stung. The told him how sorry they were, and how much they loved him and that the funeral was planned for Thursday. That was two days away, and there was no way Chad was ready. He then called his Aunt Tracy back and she said the same sorts of things. Chad's family was actually kind of small. So there wasn't too many people to call back.

When he was done, he sighed loudly.

"Everything good?" Sonny asked, noticing Chad was off the phone.

"As good as it can be, I guess." Chad mumbled.

"So...Thursday, huh?" Sonny subtly mentioned.

"Yeah. About that. Sonny?"

"Yeah, Chad?"

"Go with me."

"Are you sure?"

Chad bit his lip. "Yes. I need you there. Please?" He looked up at Sonny with pleading eyes.

"Okay. I will." Sonny agreed.

Chad nodded. "Okay. You're the best, you know that?"

Sonny grinned smugly. "I've been told on occasion."

Chad managed a smile. "You little..." He shot up from the couch and engulfed her in a tackle.

"Chad!" She squealed as he began to tickle her.

"Who's the best?" He asked her, as he threw her on the couch; proceeding to tickle her.

"M-me!" Sonny tried.

"Wrong answer!" Chad exclaimed; continuing to attack her sides with his fingers.

"Oh my God, Chad, stop!" She giggled.

"Who's the best?" Chad chanted.

"Okay, you! Chad Dylan Cooper is the best!" Sonny managed through fits of laughter.

Chad stopped tickling her and gazed down as her. "That's what I thought." He softly replied.

Sonny was captivated. Chad's eyes were surprisingly bright and he still had a goofy smile on his lips. His normally perfect hair was now a shaggy mess. And it couldn't have looked any cuter.

"Um, Chad?" Sonny squeaked.

"Yeah?" He responded, still gazing into her eyes.

"My hips are being crushed!" She admitted, her cheeks flushing.

Chad hadn't realized he had been straddling her. "Oh!" He jumped off of her and coughed awkwardly. "Sorry about that..."

Sonny sat up ad fixed her hair slightly. "It's fine."

"Fine."

"Fine!" Sonny stuck her tongue out at him.

"Good."

"Good."