Secrets Within The Wall

A/N: I haven't updated in a while. Sorry. :( School has occupied my time, but now summers here and I'm ready to finish all of my stories. I hope you enjoy this chapter and happy Summer. :D

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-CPOV-

My head hurt. Ok, hurt, understatement. Throbbed, much better. Two hour plane rides did not do wonders on Chad's looks, or head.

I walked in through the front doors of Condor Studio and ran my hand through my already tousled hair. Then I let my eyes adjust from the bright setting sun, to the dimness of the hallways. They always seemed darker at night. Darkness was good. It let my head have rest. I walked slowly down the halls, past the So Random set when I stopped to glance at the brick wall. I rested my hand on the lightest brick and slid my finger into the hole.There was no message. Sonny had already retrieved the note. You're wasting your time Chad. What makes you think there's anything there.

Yet as these thoughts came to mind, I took a deep breath in. But what if there is? I held my breath and was about to take the brick out—

"Chad?" a voice yelled from down the hall. A girl's voice. A high pitch girl's voice, so much for my head. I quickly took my hand off the brick and leaned up against the wall.

"Hello Portlyn," I said rubbing my temples.

"The director has the new script! He wants you to have a look at it." I leaned up against the brick wall.

"Splendid, be there in a minute." I kept my head down with my eyes closed before I heard Portlyn take a step closer to me.

"Chad? Are you ok?" Did every word have to echo in this hall?

"Fine, fine, just go." I waved her off with my hand. Then a second later I could hear her high heels drag on the carpet as she walked out of the hallway. I took a deep breath and let my head rest against the wall. One minute Chad, just a one minute breather. Then you have to go. But of course my head had to go back to thinking about the brick, so I turned around and didn't even hesitate to take it out of the wall.

There lay a note. A crisp, clean, well folded note propped up against another brick. I smiled and gently dropped the brick down to the floor, before sticking my hand into the hole and grabbed the note between two fingers. I pulled the note out and flipped it over in my hands as I slid to the floor. I stared at it for a moment and then looked carefully around the hallway to see if anyone was coming. I sighed, unfolded the note and then flattened the note out on my legs letting my eyes scan over the neat writing.

Chad-

Thanks for getting the package to Wisconsin on time. I really appreciate it. What happened in New York to make it so bad?

-Sonny

She had written back. I let my head rest against the brick wall before taking a pen out of my pocket and held it in my mouth as flipped Sonny's note over and thought about what to write. I placed the paper up against the wall and thought my words over once again in my head before taking the pen out of my mouth and writing.

Sonny-

I'm glad your package got to Lucy in time. Tell her I said "Happy late birthday" from me. In New York I had to do an interview for that new show "Strictly The Truth." Turns out, there is nothing true about it. Every sentence I said they twisted it around and asked me the stupidest questions making me give the stupidest answers which made me look, well stupid. Good thing it was only on late night T.V. and barley anyone saw.

"Chad!" Portlyn's voice rang again through the hall. I quickly added—

How was San Diego?

-CDC

Then I crinkled the note into a ball and shoved it in the wall along with the brick.

"Chad? I thought you were coming." Portlyn said now entering the hall. I smiled and brushed off my shirt.

"I am now," I said getting up and following her out of the hall, as I took one last glance at the brick wall.

-SPOV-

~The Next Afternoon ~

"Ok, so they call mozzarella sticks, mozzarella sticks and fish sticks, fish sticks. For crying out loud they even call bread sticks, bread sticks," Nico said holding up one of his bread sticks as we sat in the cafeteria. "But why don't they call French fries, potato sticks?"

"I danno," Grady said examining his French fries. "Just like why they don't call raisins, grapes. I mean they are the same thing right?"

"Ok, ok, guys," I said putting my hands up. "I'd love to talk about the misnaming of food some more, but we have to come up with a new sketch."

"Oh! How about a princess sketch!" Tawni chimed in. I rolled my eyes.

"Tawni we already had four princess sketches this month." She pouted.

"But I like being a princess." She pulled out her makeup bag and took out a crown pin before sliding it into her hair.

"Trust me, you already are a princess." She shrugged. Right then the Mackenzie Falls crew came in and started walking to their table.

I got up from my seat and walked over to Chad, putting my hand on his shoulder, and he turned to face me. "Thanks again for getting my package to Lucy on time, I mean maybe she could have lived another day or two without an autographed picture of you and a tube of Tawni's Coco-moco-coco, but it was still very nice of you to do." Chad smiled.

"Well it's all part of a day's work Sonny and—wait I never autographed a picture for Lucy."

"And I never gave you a tube of my lipstick!" Tawni yelled from the table, glairing up at me. I laughed nervously.

"Anyway," I patted Chad's shoulder. "Thanks again." I went to go sit down at the table.

"Oh and Sonny, check the 'mail box, I think I saw something in there." Chad said. I raised my eyebrows.

"My mailbox? You were at my house?" Chad laughed.

"No, the other mailbox, you know the red one." I stared at him blankly. "The one in the studio, that's red, and square," Chad hissed through his teeth. The brick.

"Oh, that one." I laughed. "I'll check after lunch." He smiled and walked away.

"You have a mailbox in the studio?" Tawni asked with one eyebrow raised.

"Uh, yeah. You know, for my fans... so you couldn't steal the letters anymore." She glared at me before picking through her food. I smiled to myself. I have a feeling this is going to go on for a long time.