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Six thirty. It was six thirty, and I was sitting on my bed and panicking instead of rushing to get ready.

I stared at my closet. I hadn't found anything to wear, and Skylar was picking me up in a half hour. I had tried and tried to find something before going to work, but it just wasn't happening. Now, six hours later, it wasn't any easier. Nothing looked right.

I bit my lip and stood up, putting a hand over my stomach as it growled. It had been doing that for the past hour and a half, but I was too nervous to care. I would be eating soon anyway – it was deciding what to wear that was my issue.

Okay, so that wasn't exactly my only issue. I couldn't think straight. I was so worried about messing things up with my best friend. I mean, maybe we rushed into a relationship. Maybe we were meant to be just friends. Maybe I was supposed to tell him I didn't have feelings for him. Did I even have feelings for him? It all happened so fast; I didn't really think about it. Now I finally decided, and it seems like a terrible idea.

Now shaking, I grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and changed into them really quickly. I couldn't do this. I just…couldn't. Skylar would understand, wouldn't he?

I ran down the stairs, quickly pulled on a sweatshirt and a pair of sneakers, and ran out the door. I didn't know where to go; all I knew was that I needed fresh air. I needed to get away from everything that reminded me of Skylar. I needed to find the exact opposite of Skylar. I've said it once and I'll say it again; different is good.

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Somehow I ended up on Chad's front porch, debating whether or not to ring the doorbell. Chad Dylan Cooper was the complete opposite of my boyfriend, and right now, that was what I needed. My problem now was that I just couldn't make myself reach out and ring the doorbell.

There were multiple reasons why I couldn't do it. In the first place, Brit could be there, and if she sees me anywhere near here, I swear she'll shoot me down. In the second place, I wasn't so sure Chad wouldn't do the exact same thing upon seeing me. It isn't as if we were on the best of terms right now.

If those reasons weren't good enough, I still had a sinking suspicion there was something wrong with ditching your date to be with another guy, no matter what you planned to do with that other guy. My intentions were completely innocent; I may be reckless, but I wasn't that reckless.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly reached my hand out and rang the doorbell. I was going to Hell, wasn't I? Yes, I definitely was after this.

It took a minute, but finally the door opened and none other than Chad Dylan Cooper peeked his head out. I stood there, stunned – considering this was his house, I wasn't sure why I was so…baffled to see him. But I was.

I was also immediately aware of how stupid I must look; I had finished my hair and makeup before deciding a change of plans was in order. Considering I now looked like I was about to cry and was dressed in my rattiest clothes, the look just didn't add up.

Chad looked just as confused to see me – which made sense. "Sonny? What – I mean, what are you doing here?" He probably had a better reason to be surprised than I did. I wasn't really sure why I was doing at his house at seven at night either, especially when I should be on a date.

It took me a little while to realize I had to respond to his words. It took me even longer to figure out what I wanted to say. "Um…hi." And that was all I came up with.

An awkward silence worked its way between us, and I looked down. When Chad realized I wasn't planning to say anything else, he cleared his throat, attempting to diffuse the tension. "Hey. Um..so, why are you here? I mean, it isn't that I mind or anything, I'm just…confused. I thought you hated me."

I didn't know how to answer his question, so instead I replied with one of my own. "Where's Brit?" Way to stay on topic, Sonny.

He blinked at me until it dawned on him. His girlfriend. "Oh, um, she's living with her friend Darcy now. We decided some time apart would be…helpful." At the look I gave him, he shook his head. "No, we didn't break up. We just need space."

I nodded, shuffling my feet. "Oh." Apparently my brain had turned off – either that, or my mouth decided to stop functioning. Maybe both. Neither seemed to be working as they should be at the moment.

Chad coughed awkwardly and opened the door wider. "Did – did you want to come in? Because that's cool…if you want to, I mean."

I nodded softly, and he held the door open while I walked in. My nerves were on fire; something about this seemed so wrong, but so right at the same time. I decided I should find my words, and soon, so I walked over to his couch and plopped down with a sigh. "I…um…I have a date tonight. But I'm not going."

A confused expression set in place, Chad looked at me. "A date? With who? Is that why you're wearing makeup with sweats? I just thought you were trying to set a new trend. I was going to tell you that only people like me could set trends, but then I decided that you looked upset enough already, and I didn't want to make that worse, and I was still confused as to why you were here. I still am, actually. If you have a date, shouldn't you go? I mean, I know you said you weren't going, but I never took you as the type to stand people up. God, I hate it when Brit stands me up. It feels like a punch to the face – not that I'd know what that feels like. Everyone loves me, as I'm sure you could tell by now. In fact, I'm so loved that-."

"Chad!" I finally screamed. "Will you stop rambling and let me speak? For just a few seconds, maybe? I'm trying to explain, but you won't let me." He looked down, so I took that as a sign to continue. "First off, I'm sort of sorry for yelling at you the other day." He looked up, a smirk on his face, ready to say something, but I continued before he could. "You can talk when I'm done. Second of all, I was actually going on a date with Skylar, not that you care. I just…I don't know. I-."

"You got scared."

I frowned at him. "Okay, do you want to tell the story? Because I don't think you know it all. If you do, then by all means, go ahead."

He sighed. "No."

"Then be quiet. Yes, I got scared. I don't, I mean…I don't know what I want. I'm not sure why I came here, but I just needed something different. You're pretty darn different from him, so…wait a sec, how did your friendship even work? Didn't you guys hate each other?"

Chad laughed. "Can I talk now? Or was that a rhetorical question?"

"You may speak."

Nodding, Chad walked over and sat down next to me. "It just sort of…worked." I frowned. That wasn't much of an answer.

He must have sensed my disappointment in his answer, because he laughed again and continued. "Our differences made us both better. We brought out the best in each other…when we weren't trying to kill each other." He winced and I laughed. "Anyway, there's your answer. Now go on with your story."

I shrugged. "That's about it."

Clicking his tongue at me, Chad shook his head. "Nope. You still haven't told me how you and Skylar got to 'that place' at all."

I bit my lip. "I don't know what 'place' you're referring to."

He laughed. "That's because you aren't there yet. But seriously, how did you guys end up dating?"

Shrugging again, I looked down. "It was a…very awkward night." His eyes widened, and I shook my head. "Not like that. It was just…some confessions were made, and somehow we ended up in whatever 'place' you've been referring to. Except I don't know what that place is…so does that mean I'm not in it?"

Chad hummed, thinking about this. "That's what I would conclude based on what you've told me. But who knows, maybe you're just having trouble moving him from the friend zone. For all we know, you could get over it by morning. Now, if you aren't going to meet him, you at least have to do the right thing and lie."

"Lie?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Tell him you're sick or something. Make up some bullshit he'll be dumb enough to believe."

I rolled my eyes, but called anyway, and in two minutes, my date was canceled and a huge weight had been lifted off my chest. However, a new one had taken its place, somehow even heavier. Guilt. "Do you think I should call him back and tell him I'm feeling better?"

Chad sighed. "Sonny, no offense, but that's just going to make things worse, and you've already made big enough of a mess. Just let it go until morning. You'll feel better then."

I chewed on my fingernails, but decided he had a point. At the moment, I had made too big of a mess already; I didn't need to add onto it anymore tonight. Lying to him once was bad enough, and I still didn't know why I had done it. Trying to fix it would result in more lies, and I didn't think I could handle that. I was being very selfish lately; it was one of my worst qualities.

I never used to be like this. Back when I was sixteen, I liked – no, loved – helping others. Now I'm a bitter twenty year old going on sixty. I'll be six feet under by the time I'm twenty-five if I can't learn how to have fun again sometime soon. Scratch that; if I can't learn to help others.

My thoughts were interrupted by Chad throwing a casual arm around the back of the couch. I sucked in a deep breath, my stomach twisting. I wasn't thinking straight, but I knew better than to let myself feel something, anything, for the drama snob again. I slid over a little so I was out of his arm's reach. After his comment about my giant mess of a life, the room had gone extremely quiet. I realized he thought I was upset. I wasn't, I just had too much too think about – and besides that, he was right.

I played with the hem of my t-shirt, discarding my sweater. "So…how was your day?"

He looked at me awkwardly, practically choking on his words. "Good, good. And yours?" I shot him a look. "Oh. Right."

With a nod, I grabbed his remote. "Do you want to watch some television or something? Because if we stay silent too much longer, I'm going to go crazy." He nodded, but I bit my lip and dropped the remote. "Never mind. There probably wouldn't be anything good on, anyway."

He sighed. "You're very frustrating, I hope you know." Remembering something, he smirked. "So, what exactly did you mean when you said you were 'sort of sorry' for yelling at me?"

I sighed back, but proceeded to spend the next hour explaining exactly what I meant – in great detail. He wasn't the only one who knew how to ramble.

Why is it that my chapters get longer when I have to go to bed? I don't know…anyway, I hope you liked it! Please review…each one is like seeing a million rainbows. And I LIKE rainbows. SMILES!

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