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"So, let me get this straight. You asked him about his sex life and now you're going to help him with it? Sonny, you're treading dangerous waters here. Are you so sure this is a good idea? I mean, you were head over heels for him for a long time, and I'm just not sure this is the best way to make sure it stays that way." Skylar sat back in his chair and sipped his coffee, satisfied with his little rant.

I rolled my eyes, plopping down in a chair next to him (I had been pacing around the small café we were in while explaining my dilemma). "Have a little faith here, Sky. I'm still not sure it was more than a crush, and whatever it was is most definitely in the past. Really, it's buried so deep even a bulldozer couldn't uncover it."

He chuckled, putting down his coffee to put an arm around me. "Well, could an asteroid uncover it? Or a meteor?" I wasn't quite sure what game he was playing, but the question seemed innocent enough. Then again, as innocent as Skylar seemed, he could be really sneaky sometimes.

I shrugged. "I suppose, but that isn't going to happen. I'm not saying I couldn't fall for him, I'm saying I wouldn't. And I won't, Sky, seriously." Good luck contradicting that, buddy. Because I was pretty sure I won this argument.

He laughed again, moving his arm so it was at his side again. "Sonny, Chad's a shooting star. Fiery, and you could easily get burned. Is it really worth it? I mean, do you even want to dig up your past? It didn't exactly end well."

I pouted. He had a small point there. See, Skylar DeVane is my best friend, and he has been for two years. Around the time I got blacklisted and my reputation in Hollywood was tarnished, he quit Mackenzie Falls. Skylar decided he wanted to follow his dreams and become a journalist. Now he was the author of a very successful article, cleverly named Paparazzi! What's Truly Inside a Star's Mind. It had great, real information, and it didn't hurt anybody.

Anyway, I had become close to Skylar when he had come into Sonny's one night in desperate need of an idea for an article and we began to talk. I even helped him write an article about Trey Brother's (I know, ugh, but Skylar's too nice to say no to) new hair style. Since then, we had become nearly inseparable.

It was funny how alike we were, honestly. At one point, we had both seemed completely innocent, but a fire burned deep inside that was just dying to make itself known. The only difference was that Skylar's still burned inside, while I had let my own burn poor Chace Crawford.

In any case, that was the past, and it might be worth digging up if it meant reliving a little of what I missed. I sighed, folding my arms and laying my head on them. "It's definitely worth it. I just want to know what it would be like to still be famous, to still have the life I always wanted. Is that so wrong? And you, as my best friend, should be supportive of this."

Skylar laughed loudly, smiling at me in a way that made all of my anger melt away. Sometimes I really hated his goodness. It messed with my emotions. "That's not how best friends work, Sonny. I hate to break it to you, but I'm here to keep you from doing stupid things." Then he grew serious, concentrating on what he was saying. "However, Sonny, if this is what you really want to do, I won't stand in your way. I just don't want you to get hurt."

I smiled at him, my eyes resting on a clock above him. "I know, but I think I'll be okay. Hey, I have to go, Sky. Chad's supposed to call today, and I left my cell at home. I'll see you later, alright? I'll call tonight to let you know how it went."

He snorted, standing up. "How many times do I have to remind you I'm not a girl?" At the look I gave him, he added in "And if it were anyone else other than you, I wouldn't be doing this. Fine, call tonight, but not before ten. I have a date."

I smiled and nodded, waving and leaving the café. Even Skylar had someone to make him happy. It figured. He was so nice. The only thing I worried about was that the niceness would get him into trouble, or allow him to get played. Well, I decided, if that ever happened I would just have to be there for him ten times more than usual.

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Laying down on my bed with my legs hanging off of the bed, I waited for Chad to call. My phone rested on my stomach, and if I remembered Chad's schedule right (he had told me last night on the drive home – speaking of, his mansion is huge) he should be calling in a few minutes.

I stared up at the ceiling, but before I could get too engrossed in my thoughts, the phone rang. Smiling a little, I grabbed it and hit the talk button. "Hello? Sonny speaking."

There was a laugh on the other end, and I knew immediately it was Chad. I'd know his voice anywhere, honestly. "Wow, you've changed so much since you were seventeen. Anyway, I just got home from work. I would have called sooner, but there was a lot of traffic. So, what's the game plan?"

I rolled my eyes, even though he obviously couldn't see it. "I left Condor Studios when I was eighteen, Chad. And I'm not sure yet, so hang on a sec and I'll think. I sort of figured we could brainstorm together."

Sighing, Chad spoke again. "I know, but when you were eighteen you were already changing. Seriously, Sonny, let's break the ice here. Why'd you change so fast? I never figured it out, because it was so sudden."

The truth was that I changed around the time I realized Chad would never want me, but that's not exactly something I can tell him, now, is it? "People change. There doesn't have to be a reason for it. Do you want help or not?"

He chuckled quietly, and I smiled. He was forgiven. "Okay, sorry I asked. Someone's a little on the defensive side, huh? And yeah, I want your help. What do you want to know?" Since he was willing to cooperate, this might actually be somewhat easy.

I bit my lip, thinking. Finally, I made up my mind on how to do this in the best way, and spoke. "Well, for starters, I need to know more about your girlfriend and the relationship you two have. Her name would be nice." Okay, so the last part was just for sarcastic benefit, but still.

Chad chuckled sarcastically on the other end, probably smirking his smug little smirk and enjoying this to the full extent. I had to admit, it was fun to have someone to fight with again. "Her name's Brit, she's 23, and she's obsessed with facials – any spa treatment, really – and shopping. We met six months ago when she was opening for James Conroy at his concert, and I asked her out. Know enough now, or am I still getting the third degree here?"

Laughing quietly, I moved so I was laying on my side. I had to admit, the mention of James Conroy surprised me; I knew from countless tabloids ha and Chad were close again, but I hadn't realized how crucial he was to the blonde boy's relationship. Maybe I would have to call him, sometime, too. "Wow, you're dating someone older than you? I'm shocked. Anyway, I still don't know what she looks like." Before he could go off on a perverted tangent, I added in, "And leave out the guy stuff. It's bad enough I know how 'good she is in bed'."

Chad laughed again, and I heard shuffling. He was probably picking up a picture of her or something. "I'm a womanizer, Sonny, and I'm offended by your lack of confidence when it comes to yours truly. Anyway, she's blonde, tan, and extremely sexy. Her eyes are green, I think, but I'm not sure about that."

I looked at my reflection in the mirror across from me, confused. "Aren't you looking at a picture of her right now? I heard you move." Another question on my mind wondered about how he didn't even know her eye color.

I heard a loud laugh from the other end, and it heightened my suspicion. "No, I'm not looking at a picture of her right now." Well if that wasn't it, then what was he doing? Somehow, I wasn't quite sure I wanted to know.

Even knowing I would regret my next words, I asked them. Obviously I was either crazy or desperate to keep him talking. Neither option had a good outlook for me. "Well, then what are you doing? Because it sounded like you picked something up, or started flipping through a magazine." Wait a second…"Chad Dylan Cooper, are you reading porn while talking to me? Have some class!"

He scoffed on the other end, and I heard another page turn. "I have plenty of class. Besides, why do you care about what I do in my spare time?"

Like Skylar earlier today, he had a point. Why did I care? I sniffed. "It's just rude to masturbate while talking to someone." To myself, I mumbled, "Maybe that's why Skylar left," but he wasn't supposed to hear that. Unfortunately, that guaranteed he heard it. Wonderful.

The shuffling on the other end immediately stopped, and for a second I worried Chad had hung up. However, he spoke a minute later, and his breathing seemed labored, like he was anxious or excited about something. Considering his current selection in magazines, I was repulsed. That was until I realized it had nothing to do with sex. "Wait a second, you talk to Skylar? Sonny, tell me everything." Right. I had forgotten Chad and Skylar had been best friends until he had quit. Chad, being the arrogant diva he was, had called it a betrayal, and the friends hadn't spoken since. How would he feel if he knew I, of all people, had stolen his best friend?

I sighed, deciding to be honest without revealing enough to make him mad. Chad definitely still had his temper; that much I was positive of the minute he opened his mouth to tell me about his girlfriend. "Yeah, we talk every once in a while. He's doing really well with his journalism career. Seriously, Chad, you wouldn't believe how happy he is."

As soon as that last sentence left my mouth, I knew I was busted. Pride oozed out of my words, and Chad sensed that easily, just as I knew he would. This might not be pretty. "What, exactly, do you mean by 'talk every once in a while', Sonny? Because we might have different interpretations of that phrase."

Groaning, I sat up and crossed my legs, phone still in hand. I should've just kept my mouth shut when the subject was Skylar. "Look, Chad, before I say anything, I just want you to know that in no way did I mean to hurt you. See, a couple of years ago, Skylar and I met and I helped him write an article. Since then, well…he's my best friend, Chad. And he's happy now, he really is." Okay, so my last words weren't my best, and would most likely get me into trouble.

Chad let out a breath of air, silent again. I bit my lip, bracing myself for the worst. However, the next time the drama star spoke, he was completely calm, and the only tone of voice he acquired was the sense of sadness laced in his words. "I shouldn't have pushed him so hard, Sonny. I should have respected what he wanted, instead of yelling at him and calling him a traitor. But my temper and I blew it, and I guess there's no going back. Just…tell him I'm sorry, okay?"

Biting my lip again, I made a decision I wasn't too sure would keep me out of trouble any more than telling Chad I had stolen his best friend could have. "Well, why don't you tell him yourself? Don't get me wrong, I'd love to help, I just think it'd be more effective if he heard it coming from your mouth. Chad, I know he still blames himself for what went down between you two. If I go to the café on Hollywood Boulevard with him tomorrow at noon, can you meet us there during your lunch break?" Deciding I couldn't possibly make things any worse, I added in, "I don't think you two have done any damage to your friendship that isn't fixable. It might take some time, but if you both miss each other, this could work. What do you think?"

Chad went quiet for the umpteenth time, pondering my request. It was minutes later when he finally spoke again. "Well, I guess it's worth a shot. Okay, I'll be there. Now, what do we do about Brit?"

I sighed. I had been thinking about this the whole time I had talked to him, and I still couldn't come up with a solution. "Tell her an old friend of yours – I know we weren't exactly friends, but it's easier to explain than frenemies – wants to meet the beautiful girlfriend you brag so much about. No girl can say no to that request. Tell her to call me – you have my number – and we can go to the spa. I'll see if I can figure more out about the way she thinks. But whatever you do, don't make it seem as if I'm an old girlfriend. We never dated, Chad, and she doesn't need to get the wrong idea." Not that he would've wanted to date a Random, anyway, back then.

He laughed, but the sound was hollow. "I'll let her know. And trust me Sonny, I know we never dated. If we had, I don't think it would be something I could've ever forgotten." To be honest, if we had dated, he wouldn't have been someone I let go of, ever.

Still, I laughed back, understanding the true meaning in his words. "Yeah, we'd have been a nightmare together. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow at noon, okay?"

"Yeah, see you then." I heard a click then, signaling the conversation was over. That hadn't been so bad. Now I just had to leap over the other hurdle: how did I convince Skylar to meet Chad tomorrow?

Wow. I really don't know what to make of this chapter…I guess that's your job, huh? I couldn't find a good way to explain this in case anyone missed it, but since neither Sonny nor Skylar are exactly famous anymore, no one cared about their friendships or relationships. That's why Chad didn't know. Anyway, this chapter was written later than I originally planned because of sheer laziness. I apologize for the delay. Also, my grandpa (I called him Opa) died Sunday night. If you could all keep him in your prayers, it would be greatly appreciated. He was one of my heroes, because he was just the kind of person who had it all figured out. I love you, Opa. Thanks, guys.

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