Yes! I get first turn! This is Catherine. It's been a while hasn't it? Er, well: We do not own Sonny With A Chance, because if we did, do you really think we'd be writing on here when we could spend our time cuddling with Sterling? Thought so. What are you doing still reading my author's note? I suggest you read. Like, now.

The Bucket List

Chapter Two: Help Me Make It Through The Night

After hours of rehearsal, I wanted nothing more than to lie down. Exhausted, I walked to the parking lot in a daze, replaying the day in my head. I fumbled around with my key, trying to open the door. Yawning quietly, I hopped into my driver's seat. Once I had turned on the car, I turned down the radio and sighed; resting my forehead on the steering-wheel for a moment, I took in the silence and peace that I had needed all day.

"Finally, I get to go home…" I mumbled to myself, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

Backing up slowly, I made my way out of the parking lot. Every so often, looking up to see a white car behind me; it looked familiar, but I was too tired to think much about it. Keeping my attention on the road, within a few minutes I found myself at my apartment door, digging through my purse for my house key. After a little searching, I was unlocking the door. Breathing in and letting a sense on calmness rush over me, I stood in the door way for a moment before shutting my door and rushing to my room, grabbing the house phone along the way.

Once in my room, I began one-handedly shrugging-off my shirt. Pulling on a t-shirt and taking-off my jewelry, I began dialing the number that I had grown to have memorized. Holding my breath, I counted the rings, how many times they sounded, how long they lasted, how long I could hear them echo in my head.

"Hello, Dr. Catherine's office- Theresa speaking. How may I help you?" An overly-calm voice cooed.

"Hey, Theresa, it's Sonny…"

Chad

Taking a deep breath, I placed one foot on the cold metal and began making my way up the stairs. Slowly and carefully, I stepped closer and closer to the windows I could see just two floors above me. Trying my hardest not to get the rust on my brand-new jeans, I also tried not to clang the metal; this was one time that Chad Dylan Cooper did not want to make his presence known.

I smiled to myself, happy to see the blinds had been pulled-up and the windows slightly cracked, as I made my way towards three windows by the dining table. Psh- so what if I knew every single detail about her house? Standing obviously in front of one of the three windows, I ducked quickly as she walked into the room, a cordless phone attached between her shoulder and ear.

"Could you tell me if any results came back yet- er- uh, yes, I'll hold…" her voice rang out followed by an awkward silence. I raised my head, my chin resting on the window sill. Who was she talking to?

After a few moments of tapping her foot and swinging her arms around nervously, she removed the phone from between her shoulder and her head, pressing a button as she held the phone out at arms length. Some weird hippie music flooded the room as she stared awkwardly at the phone, before turning around towards me and walking over in my direction. I snapped out of my daze quickly, my head jerking up, before disappearing behind the wall.

Taking a peek around the corner of her window, I saw her flattening a table cloth before walking towards a picture on a wall. Setting the phone down on a table, she straightened the picture and sighed, before looking down at the phone again. She began to pick-up the phone, but her gaze drifted away to a photo in a frame. As a sob echoed through the open windows, I jumped in front of the window to see what had happened. I saw nothing, except Sonny picking-up a picture frame and gently pressing her lips to the glass, before whispering something and setting it down.

Suddenly, the hippie music stopped. Sonny's head snapped to the phone, as she set down the photo and picked it up.

"Hello, Miss Munroe?"

"Yes…" Sonny replied quickly, but dragged the word out with uncertainty in her voice.

"The results aren't quite finished yet, these type of things take time…"

"Oh…" was all she said, as she turned to face her TV, which was turned-off.

"We'll be sure to get back to you soon- but, as of right now, all I can say is that it is not too bad, if we haven't yet diagnosed it." Sonny silently stared at the TV screen, she didn't seem to be 'there' at all. "Miss Munroe, we know about your family's history with this… and we're sorry. But, if worse comes to worst, at least I can say that everyone reacts to the cures differently…" The voice trailed off, "Miss Munroe?"

"Yes." Sonny said with a high voice.

"You're gonna be fine. Get some sleep, alright?"

"O- okay, thanks, Theresa." With that, a beep echoed through the apartment, and another sob echoed as she turned around. She held her face in her hands and took a deep, shaky breath. I wanted nothing more than to hold her at that moment, tell her it's okay, and let her cry on me.

"Sonny…" I breathed, not even a whisper. Her breathing quieted and her fingers parted slightly. Curious, I watched her a moment longer-

"Chad? What are you doing outside my window?" She screamed, her voice ringing through the apartment, through the open windows, and all around me. Her voice echoed through the night, her screams sounding as if she was being raped. From the corner of my eye, I saw lights turn on and eyes peeping through curtains. Well, she'd already drawn the attention, might as well stop trying to be invisible.

"Well I thought you would know considering you're standing there watching me watching you!" I shouted back through the open window, while keeping my face as hidden as possible from the neighbors. This might not look too great on the cover of Tween Weekly…

I shivered slightly, pushing the window up with all my strength, trying my hardest not to make too much noise or be too noticeable as I forced the sticky window open so that I could fit through. I raised my foot to climb through her window. Lifting myself up with my foot on the window sill, I poked my head inside, seeing her dining room. Within seconds, the dining room was somehow upside down, and I felt as if I'd been kicked in the back. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I re-opened them to see her carpet surrounding me, and my left foot still hanging out the window.

Jerking my foot through the window, I slowly stood up. Sighing, I flattened my shirt back to perfection, and dusted off my shoulders, even though they're always dustless. Looking around the room, my eyes locked onto Sonny. She wasn't giggling at my stumble or even smiling- she was just there. Looking her over, I took in her un-amused stare focused on the wall behind me. She looked nothing like my Sonny- she was another person in Sonny's body, like in Season 3 Episode 21, when Mackenzie's twin brother comes and...

As I turned around to see what she was staring at, a crash echoed through my thoughts, erasing them and clearing my head. My arm flew back to my side, as I took a quick glance at the other end of the room before wincing and taking a peek at the floor behind me. Examining the jarred edges of a plant-holder on the floor, I followed the legs of a table to its surface where a photo frame lay face down, and a nail shifted from side to side, rolling around in circles. Glimpsing at the wall, I found the empty space with a single little hole in the wall, before looking back up to Sonny.

She met my eyes for a moment, her eyes wide with some kind of fear, and brimming with some other emotion that I couldn't quite label. Ripping her eyes from mine, she looked back to the frame as if it were a dying baby. I was about to make sure that she was still breathing, before she let a gasp for air escape her mouth as she ran to the table. Once she was within a foot of the table, she suddenly stopped. Now the dying baby was shattered glass- like it would hurt her if she touched it. Slowly and shakily, her hands hovered above the photo, before she slowly and unsurely touched it with a single one of her fingers that had come too close.

As she slowly lifted-up the photo, her eyes began watering. By some hidden instinct, I reached forward to pull her to me, but I let my hand drop to my side. I watched her, as she stood in some nightmarish daze, looking at the picture, then slowly walked-up behind her. Slowly I let my hand rest on her shoulder and gently tried to turn her towards me... Mack and Penelope episode 12 season 4. Her eyes turned around and softly met mine for a moment, I took a breath to say something- then I suddenly felt a pain from a tiny elbow hitting me in the gut.

"Chad Dylan Cooper!" She shouted my name furiously. "You're seriously going to invite yourself into my house by scaling the building- or however you even got in here- break my stuff, and then have the nerve to try and comfort me, when I'm mad at you? "

"Um..." I tried thinking of something to say back to that... I came-up with nothing.

"And you're probably not even being you, you're probably Mackenzie right now..." She muttered sharply under her breath.

My grip around her loosened until I'd finally let go. She stomped her foot down to catch her balance as she fell forward. Looking harshly back at me, she let out a huff of air and straightened her shirt.

Letting my eyes drop to the carpet for a moment- I took the blow, but quickly recomposed myself. I took a deep breath like the yoga instructor over at the Falls is always telling me to. Looking back up, I saw her glare quickly turn from me, as she turned around to face the windows.

"I- I..." Searching through my brain, I struggled to find the words that she wanted to hear- the words I was supposed to say. "Listen," I put my hand on the side of her arm and tried to pull her around to face me. Shaking my grip, she stepped closer to the window and stared intently into the darkness. "Sonny-" My hand moved toward her, moving to find it's place on her shoulder, but stopped in mid-air. "S- sorry about the picture..." Hesitantly, the words I knew I had to say came out. "I- I didn't mean to- I swear!"

Letting my hand rest on her back, I stepped forward to stand beside her. I searched through the view, trying to find what she might be looking at. Looking back to follow her gaze- I noticed the little streams running down her cheeks..

I froze. I couldn't think, and had no idea what to do. I didn't know what I was supposed to do- not in real life. Something inside of me was urging me to reach forward and wipe away her tears, and to hold her and not let her go. Slowly my arm pulled her towards me, ripping her from whatever fantasy had been playing in her head. Her eyes widened as they met mine, and her jaw began to quiver.

Deciding to just give-up on thinking for now, I did as my instincts told me. Pulling her close to me, she rested her forehead on my collar and sobbed. I could feel her tears through my shirt as she struggled for breaths. With one hand still resting on her back, I smoothed her hair, and shushed her softly.

"Sonny- Sonny, it's alright..." I whispered, the tears only grew. "Shh... Sonny... Sonny... it's just a picture..." She shook her head in my chest.

"No... it's... not..." She breathed in-between sobs.

"Wh-" I began as she wrapped her arms around me and held herself to me. I wasn't even going to ask- she just wanted to be held.

Leading her across the room, I sat her down on her couch and found a little blanket for her. Lying it on top of her, I sat down next to her, and put my arm around her. She nuzzled her head into my shoulder let out one last sob. Slowly her crying turned to sniffling, and she drifted back to reality.

I could hear her breathing beginning to deepen and silence took-over the apartment. Slowly I moved her from myself so that she was lying down on the couch. Looking around the dim room, I found a pillow, and walked back to the couch, lying it underneath her head. She rolled over and I tucked her in, making sure that she wouldn't get cold during the night.

"Sorry... Chad..." She breathed, her eyes fluttering open for a moment.

"It's... okay..." I muttered, seeing how she was falling back asleep.

Walking around the room one last time, I swept the broken glass of the frame into a garbage can, and gently leaned the rest of the frame against the wall. Grabbing my keys from the ground where they had fallen, I looked around to make sure that I hadn't forgotten anything. The windows. Sauntering over to the windows, I slowly closed them, trying my hardest not to make too much noise. Looking over to the last window, I pushed on it lightly. It didn't budge. I tried again with a bit more force- it didn't work. A few more attempts passed, yet the window was still open. Trying one last time, with all of my strength, the window flew shut. I cringed as a loud bang echoed in the room.

I tip-toed toward the door, being especially quiet as I heard Sonny rolling over on the couch. Slowly, I tried to unlock the locks, my keys jingling as I moved. I'd gotten the top lock unlocked, now for the second one...

"You could stay here..." I barely heard the whisper from the couch behind me. Looking back, I saw brown eyes forcing themselves open as they looked in my direction.

"No- I- I really should be go-"

"Please-" She cut me off, using all the energy she had left, "Stay here."

I looked back at the door, fumbling with the locks.

"Alright," I whispered, re-locking the top lock. "I'll stay."

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