I am not too proud of this extremely short chapter. I've got some writer's block. Ack. Enjoy?

The next day was terrible. Chad skipped rehearsal for his show, and nobody questioned him about it. he laid in bed and cried and wondered why this was actually happening.

Sonny had come by after the funeral and he turned her away. He couldn't take sobbing into her shoulder pathetically anymore. He felt like such a burden.

She had knocked on his door Friday morning and he didn't bother replying. She took the hint, and walked away. Chad longed for the knocking again when she left. He wanted her comfort and warmth and a soft kiss on his shoulder like she had given him the night his parents died.

On Saturday, he numbly made his way to rehearsal, but still couldn't do it. He gently put the script on his high chair and apologized quietly to his directors. And to his dressing room he sadly went.

There weren't many pictures in Chad's dressing room. He liked how Sonny had so many in her apartment, in her dressing room, and even in the prop room. The walls and tables were smothered in pictures. He wished he had that.

More knocks. Why couldn't people just screw off?

He decided to not ignore it this time. He shuffled to the door and wanted to smile when he saw Sonny standing there. No smile came, however. He actually couldn't remember the last time he smiled. Maybe when he saw Sonny all dressed up before the funeral.

"Hi. Hi, Sonny." He wanted to smack himself. What a stupid greeting.

"Hi, Chad." She responded.

He dumbly stood there for a moment.

"Can I come in?" She asked.

"Oh! Oh, yeah, yeah, sure. Come in." He awkwardly moved over to let Sonny into his room.

"I've been worried about you." Sonny started, turning to face Chad.

He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Worried? Psh! About me?" His voice went slightly higher than usual.

"Chad..." Sonny responded in a pleading tone.

Chad sat on his bed. "What? I'm fine..." He trailed off.

She took a seat next to him.

"You're anything but fine."

"Then I'm great!" Chad insisted.

"No, Chad. You don't come to rehearsal anymore, you don't make fun of So Random!, you don't pick on my friends...you're not you anymore. You're not fine." Sonny's voice was so quiet and sad it was almost scary.

He gazed into her concerned, brown and bright eyes. Nobody had ever cared so much about him. He was a conceited, arrogant, preppy loser. Why would someone as fantastic as Sonny care so much?

"Chad?" She interrupted his thoughts.

"Huh? Oh. I just- I appreciate you, Sonny. I'm trying to get better. But I really owe you, y'know."

Chad's eyes were gorgeous to Sonny. Very sad, but gorgeous. And she wanted to fix his sadness.

And as if Chad read her mind, he asked, "Can I kiss you?"

"What?"

"Can I?"

"S-sure. Sure." Sonny replied, startled.

This kiss was different than their first desperate and heated kiss. This one was gentle. It was sweet and caring and compassionate. Sonny melted into it. Things were finally falling into place.

When they broke apart, Chad's eyes looks drained.

"Sorry I came by so late..." Sonny mentioned.

"No, no...It's okay." Chad replied. He wanted to panic. How desperate was he? Asking if he could kiss Sonny? Seriously? No way would she want Chad. All he would do to her was destroy her. He was way too sad for her. He couldn't break her heart. How could Sonny want to do this with a screwed up guy like Chad? His mind fought back and forth and it killed him. He couldn't hurt Sonny.

"Yeah, but I think I could go to bed." Chad lied. He would be up for hours; thinking.

"Oh. Okay. Well, I'll see you tomorrow?" Sonny stood up from the bed.

"Yeah." Chad lied again. He couldn't face her. She was probably disgusted with him.

She left and Chad laid on his bed for hours thinking about how sad he was.

And how sad he would make Sonny if he ever formed a relationship with her.

And how sad he was that Sonny could never be his.