I was so mad at Chad Dylan Cooper – he must really have no feelings. I bet if you opened him up at the chest, all you would find would be an empty space where his heart should be. Today he had acted towards me in the vilest way possible, publically humiliating me and calling me names. I was so angry that I decided to do everyone's paperwork to get my mind off things, plus my mum was in Wisconsin for a week. I decided to take a break and as I poured myself a cup of tea, I heard the faint sound of someone crying. I followed the sound and gasped when I realised it was emanating from Chad Dylan Cooper's dressing room. I rolled my eyes and opened the door.

'Chad, I'm trying to work and...' I trailed off when I saw him curled up on his sofa, cuddling a photo and his wrists bleeding. 'Oh my God! Chad!' I cried, running towards him and he began to fight me, blinded by his tears sobbing almost incoherently at me.

'Let me go Sonny, I want to join them, I have to!' he yelled and I held his wrists apart, ignoring the fact that his blood was getting on my hands.

'Chad, stop it – your scaring me!' I cried and he looked down and he stopped struggling and I watched his shoulders shake violently and I sighed and sat beside him. 'What happened?'

'My... my parents they, they, they...' he trailed off and looked at me, took a deep shaky breath and continued, 'my parents were involved in a car crash and they... died.' He looked down again. 'I want to be with them again, every night when everyone's gone, I come here and...' he trailed off, looking at the bloody razor.

'Oh Chad, I'm so sorry, but you shouldn't kill yourself! Imagine how your friends and fans would feel.' I said, getting out some tissues and taking his wrists in my hands

'The fans would get over it and I don't have any friends Sonny.' He said, looking down at me.

'Well that is your own fault Chad.' I sighed, wrapping his wrists up tightly and I looked into his deep blue eyes. He sighed and looked straight back at me.

'I'm sorry about today Sonny, it's just its been a week since they... I just felt pressure and snapped at you. Besides, its partly my parents fault that I don't have friends.'

'Apology accepted Chad, but why is it your parents fault?'

'They decided that my image was more important and that having friends would slow me down. All I had were them Sonny and now...'

'Chad, if you want - I'll be your friend.' I whispered and he looked up at me, his eyes looking big round and innocent.

'You, you would?' he asked me timidly.

'Of course, just if you stop being mean to me and my cast mates.'

'But, I can't – my image would be ruined.'

'Chad...'

'Can I just be nice to you, please and we have to be friends in secret.' He sniffled, rubbing his eyes with his sleeve. I sighed, hatching a plan to get to know the real Chad and then making him make friends with others.

'Alright.'

'Thank you Sonnny.'

'But there has to be one special condition – no more of this!' I motioned to the razor and he nodded, 'promise?'

'I promise.' He whispered.

'And if you ever feel like doing it, come visit me or text me or call me.' I said, opening my arms and he fell onto my chest and I caught a whiff of his beautiful blonde locks. They smelt of coconut and his cologne was a heavenly scent.

'You hug like my mum did.' He whispered and I began to rock him slowly forward and backwards until I heard his breathing even out slowly and I watched him just lay his head on my lap, nestling his face into my stomach. I smiled softly as Chad slept in my lap. I stroked his blonde locks for a bit before suddenly realising that the position we were in was very awkward. I felt the need to wake him but instead, I just watched him. His cheeks were stained with dry tears and he had a pained expression on his face and as I stopped stroking his hair, he began to whimper and mutter in his sleep. I managed to get the words "mummy" and "daddy" and "don't go" and to be honest it was quite depressing to hear Chad like this, even more the watch.

I had to give him some props really – his parents had been dead for a week and he had managed to hide it from everyone.

'Don't worry Chad – I'm here for you now.' I whispered and I kissed his forehead and resumed my stroking of his hair.

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