Disclaimer: *insert shocked face* I don't own SONNY WITH A CHANCE OR SO RANDOM! It's okay; I've come to terms with it. Oh, or Angry Birds…I've never even played it. Or any of Beyonce's songs.

I'M SORRY! I got really busy with theatre and really lazy once it was over. I wasn't really sure what I wanted to do with this chapter, either. But still, that's no excuse for not updating. Lately, I've been reading more fanfiction again, and it got me into the mood to finally write this. So. Here it goes. Oh, and little WARNING: There's a few f bombs dropped…sorry.

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I plopped down in the lobby of my apartment building, pulling out my phone to text Skylar and see where he was. After that night I had spent with Chad, things had gone back to normal. I was even starting to like being Skylar's girlfriend; I guess there were feelings for him underneath it all.

I'm not going to lie; there's a part of me that still gets butterflies when I think about Chad. It's just that that particular part of me seems to dwindle a little more every day, and soon it'll be gone. I honestly can't wait for that to happen.

I messed around with my phone while I waited for a reply, and it was during the middle of a serious game of Angry Birds that I heard a familiar girl's voice. "You have to stop, Justin. I'm serious, I have to go, and if I'm late he'll get suspicious."

"So what?" the boy grumbled. "It's not like he's going to find out."

I looked up to confirm my suspicions just as the Devil's spawn replied, "You don't know that. Chad's very observant when he wants to be, and you left plenty on my neck for him to observe."

And with that, my jaw dropped. So Brit was cheating on Chad. Why did that not surprise me? Well, she's not going to get away with it. I shoved my phone in my pocket and stood up, clearing my throat. "Hello, Brittany. How's it hanging?"

She groaned, stomping a foot and walking over to me. Her exterior showed her outrage, but underneath I knew she thought she could scare me into keeping my mouth shut. "You ruin everything, Allislut. Did you know that? Everything. And I don't want my relationship with Chad to be one of them, so stay out of this."

I rolled my eyes, my blood pumping through my veins furiously. "You're a slut, and a whore, and probably a homewrecker, considering I'm pretty sure that isn't a purity ring on his finger, so don't you dare call me by your name. And I'm not going to stay out of this because I'm tired of you walking all over people."

"Fuck off," she spat. "You don't know anything about me, so stop acting like we've known each other for years. You're just a nosy little brat who thinks she's too good for everyone, so stop pretending like you're so perfect. Did you really think I wouldn't find out that you spent the night with Chad last week?"

"What?" I shut my eyes. That would be Skylar, here to pick me up. "You told me you were sick."

Cursing under my breath, I swiveled around, opening my eyes again to see anger in the eyes of my boyfriend – anger that had every right to be there. "I…I was. She's lying." He shook his head, dropping the roses he had in his hand and letting them hit the floor harshly. "Please, Skylar, you have to believe me. I-I need you. She's lying, Skylar, why don't you believe me?"

"Because it makes a hell of a lot of sense, Sonny. You know what? Screw you. Why don't you just stay out of my life and go fuck yourself – better yet, fuck Cooper. It's not as though it's beneath you. Nothing seems to be anymore."

As he turned to walk away, I stumbled after him in my heels, calling out his name, but it was like the faster I ran, the farther away he got. And it was all my fault. "Wait! I need you. I'm sorry!"

"And that's how the dream usually ends. I lose him forever." I leaned back in my chair, a weary look on my face. I hadn't gotten much sleep for the past couple of months; every night, I had the same nightmare.

Dr. Reynolds put down her pad of paper, looking at me the way she always did, as though she was trying to see through me. I wondered what she saw when she looked at me like that, but had a sickening feeling I didn't want to know. "Sonny, have you considered telling your boyfriend the truth?"

I sighed, looking down at my hands. "I don't even know what the truth is anymore. I didn't do anything wrong the night I stayed with Chad – at least, not anything that could be classified as cheating; why do I feel so…so guilty?"

She sighed, picking her pad back up and quickly writing something down on it. When she was done, she looked back up at me. "I can't answer that for you, Sonny, but there's a reason you came to me, a reason that maybe only your subconscious has come to terms with. Is it possible that it was less what you did that night and more what you felt? I know we've gone over this before, but reoccurring nightmares are usually triggered by emotions rather than actions." She put the pad of paper back down, leaning forward to look me in the eyes. "Sonny, I don't know what more I can do for you if you refuse to open up about what you were feeling the night you stayed with Chad."

I bit my lip and nodded slowly, my hand clenching around a pillow next to me. "I know, it's just…I guess I feel like if I say it out loud, it's more real than if I just keep it to myself. And besides that, I don't know what to make of it, either." I looked down. "I'm sorry, I know I'm wasting your time."

"Sonny." Her voice was stern, compelling me to look up. "You're not wasting my time; however, I'm a little bit worried you're wasting yours. There's something eating at you, and the longer it eats away, the harder it'll become to talk about it. You're a bright girl, Sonny, and I don't want to see you fall like all of the other celebrities in this town."

"Oh, I'm not a-."

"I know," she replied instantly, smiling in a way that made my stomach churn, like she was analyzing every piece of the past I hated to go back to. "That's another thing I want to talk about, but not until we've worked through this. One thing at a time. However, if you think explaining why you chose not to be famous anymore will help me understand why you're having these nightmares, then by all means, tell me everything."

I bit my lip again, thinking about what she had said. "Actually, it does have a lot to do with it. I left because of Chad." I shut my eyes, taking a deep breath before continuing. This was the first step of what I had to do if I wanted the nightmares to stop one day, and I knew that. "When I realized he didn't…feel the same way about me that I did about him…I gave up on everything else that had to do with Hollywood. I guess I blamed fame for him not reciprocating the feelings."

"And how, exactly, did you feel about him?"

I opened my eyes, choosing to focus on a painting above my therapist's head rather than meeting her eyes. "I was in love with him."

…

As I walked out of Dr. Reynolds' office later that afternoon, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets to keep them from growing numb due to the unusual chill in the Los Angeles air, I thought about what I had told her. Deep down, I knew I had been dangerously close to letting my feelings for Chad resurface the night I stayed with him and that that was the reason I had nightmares about Skylar finding out about it. I just didn't know how to stop them.

At the same time, it was like the hormonal twenty-year old inside me had finally been let out. I couldn't keep my hands off of my boyfriend; I couldn't keep my lips off of him, either. I wasn't sure what was happening, but it made me feel better, like I was committing to the relationship. I felt like I wanted to be with him when I let my hormones take over. It was easier not to think about everything else when I used my instincts.

I knew it was only a matter of time before I went too far and ended up regretting it; a part of me wanted to go that far, but the more reasonable part of me stopped anything from happening. Not now, not in this state of mind…and maybe? Not with him.

It was at that moment that my cell phone went off, the loud ring tone filling the air around me. I picked it up quickly, not bothering to see who it was. "Hello?"

"Sonny?" My eyes bulged at the sound of Chad's voice, but I didn't hang up. There was panic in his voice. "Can you come over? Like, now? It's important…I-I don't know what to do. She isn't breathing, and I don't know who else to call, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do and 911 can only come so fast and I'm…just…please come…please."

"I'll be there in five minutes." Something was wrong. Really wrong. "Do you know CPR?"

"That's what the police asked, too. No, I don't, and I accidentally hung up before they could teach it to me."

All the things my mother had taught me as a kid on her days off from the hospital kicked into gear, and I started spewing out information faster than Chad could take it in. "Okay, push on the spot where her lungs are. Hard, but not hard enough to break a rib. You know what? Don't worry about that right now. If her rib breaks, she'll be alive at least. Just try to push about two inches into her chest with both hands. Tilt her head up, and if she isn't breathing give two breaths of air every thirty pushes on her chest. Now, Chad, now."

"Okay."

…

When I got there, the paramedics were already there, and Chad was standing at his doorway watching them take Brit out on a stretcher. I couldn't help but notice that Brit had a small bump protruding from her stomach, almost like a…no, it couldn't be. Chad wouldn't be that stupid. Not when he was only twenty and his girlfriend was only a few years older.

I rushed over to him, rubbing his arms with my hands to try and keep him warmer, though I was sure that was the last thing on his mind. "What happened, Chad?"

He looked at me, distance in his eyes, and I was suddenly terrified of his answer. "I don't know, Sonny. I don't know." He dropped onto the porch steps, his head in his hands.

I sat down next to him, wrapping an arm around him gently. "Hey, it's going to be okay. It is. Chad…do you think this has anything to do with…her abdominal area?"

He looked at me quizzically. "What are you talking about?"

A paramedic came over to us before I could answer. He seemed to be the only one left; everybody else had left to take Brit to the hospital. "Do you two need a ride?" Chad nodded and stood up, looking at me with pleading eyes. I bit my lip and nodded softly, standing up next to him. The paramedic nodded and started walking to one of the squad cars; a few police officers had come, too, just to be safe. An officer was already behind the wheel.

"What do you think is wrong with her?" Chad asked softly.

The paramedic sighed, opening the door for us to climb in the back. "I don't know, but it might put your child at harm, too."

"My…what?"

I looked at him, more surprised at the fact that he didn't know than at the news. "Chad…Brit is pregnant. Couldn't you tell?" He looked at me, eyes bulging, face paling, and blacked out, his head nearly hitting the curb and his eyes rolling back in his head. "I guess not."

…..

"Hey, Sky, it's me. Listen, I'm at the hospital with Chad. Brit's hurt, and I don't think he wants to be alone, but I don't think he should stay here the night to worry without knowing anything about her condition. They won't even let him in to see her. When you get this message, can you come pick us up? We're at Greenwood. Thanks. Love you. Bye."

I sighed, walking back to Chad and shoving my phone in my pocket. He was staring at the wall blankly the way he had been for the past six or seven hours. I tried to get him to eat something, but I don't think he even remembered I was there.

After he had fainted, the paramedic, John Lewis, had put him in the back seat and taken us to the hospital. He woke up during the car ride there and hadn't said anything since. I was worried about him becoming light-headed, what with not having eaten since fainting, but I couldn't get through to him.

I sat down next to Chad, nudging his shoulder gently. "Hey, Chad? I called Skylar. I want you to go home and get some sleep. Someone will notify you if anything changes or when you can come see her, but I don't want you to sit here, sick with worry, all night. You need food and rest."

He shook his head, finally acknowledging me and taking in his surroundings. "I'm not leaving her."

I sighed. "Chad, you're not even with her; you're sitting in a freezing lobby. Being here is the same as being at home."

"Why haven't they told us anything yet?"

I bit my lip. "I don't know. But I do know that your house is ten minutes away from the hospital, and I know you need to go home."

"Yours is three minutes away," he mumbled.

I sighed, sensing what he wanted. "You can spend the night, if you want. You can take my car if you hear anything that you need to come here for; I'll even give you the keys. Just please, let Skylar and me get you out of here."

"She's pregnant. I have a baby."

"Yeah," I sighed, exasperated. Trying to get through to him was like trying to get a response from a brick wall. He was right, though – he did have a kid. In my dream, Brit was always cheating on Chad, but I had a feeling she wasn't in real life, which meant it really was his baby. "I've been meaning to ask you how that happened."

Chad looked at me, confusion evident in his eyes. "You know how it happened, Sonny."

I rolled my eyes. "Not the mechanics, Chad; I get that. I just don't get why you didn't…you know…yeah."

He didn't even make fun of me, further proving what I already knew: he was completely wrecked on the inside – not that I blamed him. It was obvious he and Brit were in a more serious relationship than he let on, and if she was his best friend…I didn't know what I'd do if Skylar got hurt. He must be feeling beyond awful. "It was an accident, I guess. I didn't even know it happened. Brit was on birth control, so we didn't bother with anything else. She never told me."

"Maybe she didn't know?"

"Yeah," he mumbled. "But I'm pretty positive she did."

I sighed, but didn't have time to respond to his words before my phone buzzed in my pocket. "Hello?"

Skylar's voice came through the other end. "Hey, Sonny, I got your message. I'm on my way." He hung up before I had the chance to reply, not that there was much else to say anyway. Chad looked at me, already knowing who had called and what they wanted. "It's time to go, Chad. They'll call you."

He bit his lip, looking at the doors leading into the deeper part of the hospital and then back at me. "Okay."

So. It took me forever, but I finally figured this out, and I have a plan for where I really want this to go with this story. Thank you so much for sticking with me, and I am SO sorry it took this long. I just didn't know what to write. BUT. Now I think I'm starting to figure things out. So again, thanks. SMILES!

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