HI AGAIN!
Thanks for all the lovely reviews! I wanna give you all a picture of Chad Dylan Copper (signed of course – duh!), all the Mackenzie Falls seasons and lots of cookies… but due to shipping prizes I'm afraid I can't ;( But I CAN deliver another chapter… interested? If you're not; it's coming anyway! *Muahahahaah!* If you do; read on and review! :D

This chapter is named after a fabulous song from All American Rejects… If you haven't already heard go hear it right now! It's good; I swear ;P

Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny with a Chance or any song mentioned though these chapters… I do own this plot though!

"What's up with you two?" Chapter 5 – Another Heart Calls

Chad's POV:

"Wow…" was the only thing Tawni could say.

I'd just told her the whole story about what happened that dreadful night not so long ago. After I had finished the story she had been silent for a couple of minutes, probably thinking, although she didn't seem to do that a lot…

Suddenly she looked up at me, from where she was sitting on the couch in my dressing room.

"Go tell her" she breathed.

"But…" I started, furrowing my eyebrows together, "I was hoping you would do that for me. You know; because you're a good friend of hers, and she probably won't talk to me either…"

I hated that thought; Sonny not speaking to me. Not arguing with me. Not teasing me. Not looking at me. Not even sending me one of her lovable toothy grins. It was close to… not it was unbearable.

"I can't help you, sorry," she shrugged as if it were a matter-of-fact, "wouldn't be fair to her. But you should and will talk to her yourself."

"But-"

"No 'but's! She would like that, even though she may not seem so."

As the 'b' of my following 'but' was voiced, she shot me an angry glare, so I stopped talking.

I began pacing my room; thinking. Think. Think. Think! What could I even say to her? I tried playing the scene in my head.

"Hey Sonny! You know; it wasn't really my fault… you know the cameras and all."

"Shot up, Chad!" She would yell, "You are the biggest jerk alive! And I will never EVER talk to you again!"

BAM! And she would slam a door in my face. Okay, she probably wouldn't slam the door in my face, but still… it wasn't the door that would hurt the most.

A thought occurred to me suddenly.

"Didn't she have a boyfriend?"

I remembered clearly the interview she had had with Tween Weekly after our 'disaster date'. The interviewer had asked her, if she and I were together, to which she answered;

"In fact, I already have a boyfriend. We've been together for quite some time now, so no: I'm not together with Chad Dylan Cooper."

After that my mind had went blank. The following questions about her boyfriend; who he was, what did he do and so on, were ignored by my agonizing mind.

If she had a boyfriend, I could definitely don't be honest with her, which I wanted so badly.

"What is it with you two?" Tawni asked frustration clear in her voice, "If it isn't the one of you, who's causing trouble between you, it's the other! You're like kids in kindergarten fighting about who's broken the doll or not."

What did she mean? As I just kept looking at her with a quizzical expression, she sighed before continuing;

"No, she hasn't, idiot! Who would she date? We all know that she is madly in love with you. The only one who hasn't noticed yet is you, Cooper! Open your eyes! And go talk to her."

The last thing I noticed her do was rolling her eyes at me, before I stormed out of the door; running as quickly as my legs would let me.

Sonny's POV:

I said on the recliner. My tears had now dried but had left a mess behind, since my mascara hadn't been waterproof. I hadn't looked in a mirror though, so I couldn't be sure, but I thought I could feel the stickiness of it, while creating irregular lines going down my cheeks.

I felt hopeless. I shouldn't be sitting crying over some guy for God's sake! But he did betray me and broke my- NO! Sonny! Get a grip. I tried to take a few deep breaths hoping they somehow could calm and cleanse me from my misery. Even though they helped the first, it wasn't very successful with the latter.

"Sonny?" I heard a voice say outside the door.

The noise startled me, because I hadn't heard anything else besides my own sobs and thoughts for the last hour or so. As for the voice; it didn't take me a long time to place it. I decided to keep quiet, maybe he would just go away if I were lucky. But he didn't.

"Sonny, please," he begged his voice filled with desperation as he tried to open the locked door, "I need to talk to you. Explain it to you."

Explain? Explain! You tore our freaking heart in two!

Oh, so you're back again?

I sure am. Why, did you miss your 'inner voice'?

No, I just thought that I may… ehm…

Had went mad?

Yeah…

Well, you didn't. I'm just not a big fan of crying.

Let me guess; You're the stronger side of me?

Kinda… Well, I'm you, for starters.

"Sonny?"

Talk to him.

Why should I? You just said yourself that he tore my… ehm… our heart in two?

Yeah, I did, but except being only the stronger part of you, I'm also the negative…

Oh.

Yeah… so go talk to him. Now!

Rising to my feet seemed harder than ever before, but I managed. I walked over to the door and leaned my back against it.

"What?" I whisper barely audible, but he hears it anyway.

"Sonny, could you please open the door?"

"No, if you wanna speak with me… do it through the door." It wasn't just the fact that I didn't wanted to see him, but also the state in which my face probably was; a nightmare to look at.

"Okay, then," I could hear him take a deep breath, as if to prepare himself, "It wasn't my fault. I swear, Sonny. I would never do such a thing to you!"

"Well you did," I willed the tears back that had begun to form in my eyes, making my vision blurry.

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Not!" I think I can hear a weak smile in his voice, and I'm smiling too. I've missed this.

"Too…" I trail off, remembering that it wasn't one of our usual arguments, but serious.

"Portlyn did it," it sounded like a line delivered for an episode of Mackenzie Falls. Not that I've been watching it of course!

You have.

Okay, maybe an episode or two.

And you only watched it because he's in it!

Shush!

"Why?" I said, my voice had grown a little stronger as I began to hope…

"Apparently she was kinda mad at me…"

*FLASHBACK*

'"But why don't you hang out with your cast?" I asked, and stood up so we were standing front to front.

"Believe me, it's already a pain working with them, so I don-," he said, but got interrupted by a high-pinched cry behind me.
I turned to look, just in time to see Portlyn running off crying.'

*FLASHBACK*

"and also a little jealous of you."

"Jealous? But why?"

"Well, you were going out with the biggest actor of our generation," his usual cockiness returned, and faded again quickly, "but the point is; she told the press. That's why they were all there at the cinema."

"But how did she even know when we would go out?" I blush a little as I say 'go out'. It seems too good to be true.

"Ehm…" he began to stutter outside the door to the dressing room, "I told her."

Well… just as I began to thin-

Oh, shut up! I wanna hear this, okay?

Okay, okay… easy!

"Why did you tell her?" Please. Please. Please!

"I was happy, extremely happy even. I had to tell someone! I was getting nervous and that freaked me out…" his voice trailed off.

Ignoring the ruined make-up, I unlocked the door and opened it slightly, letting it fall open to reveal me. He looked at me and a flash of pain flashed over his features. Did I really look that bad?

"I'm looking horrible," I whispered and tried to back up into the room again, but he caught me by the arm.

"No, you're beautiful. You always are." I felt myself blush.

Chad's POV:

As I looked at her tear drenched face I couldn't helped blaming myself. This was my fault. Even if it wasn't me who called and informed the press, it still is. I didn't know if I could ever forgive myself for making my Sonshine cry.

A lock of her hair had fallen into her face, and I tried to resist the urge of pulling it away. At last I have to give in. I lifted my hand and stroked the lock behind her ear. She froze, but didn't stop me. I removed my hand letting it hang down my side.

I had to tell her I think. Again I took a deep breath, before blurting it out…

Sonny's POV:

He looked at me. No, that didn't cover it. He looked into me through my eyes, looking quite nervous, as he started to talk;

"Do you remember that I wanted to tell you something? That evening…" He blurted out, before trailing off. Not wanting to awake any too bad memories.

"Yes" I whisper, not knowing what else to say.

"Well, I'll do it know…" A deep breath before he stutters out the rest, "I… I like you, Sonny. No, that's not right… I love you."

He started smiling, as if he didn't really think he could say it. I felt my heart leap inside my chest.

Is this really happening?

Yes, now shut up and listen. He isn't done yet.

Baffled I just blinked at him in silence, trying to keep the smile from showing.

"Without you," He finally continued, "I have nothing. I need your happy grin. Your beautiful brown eyes. Your bad jokes-"

"Hey!" I broke in.

"-That always make me laugh anyway-"

"Oh!" Did he really just say that I make him laugh?

"I need our arguments that never really make sense. I need YOU, Sonny. Please, forgive me, please."

I didn't know what to say. I was simply… dazzled. So I said the first thing that came to mind, and I couldn't stop the smile that was already forming on my lips.

"You love me?"

"Yes…" he breathed.

"I love you, too, Chad Dylan Cooper," My smile had now widened into my signature toothy grin, when he also started smiling like crazy, "and I forgive you."

In less than a second he had crushed his lips against mine. I locked my arms securely around his neck, while one of my hands played with his perfect blond hair. He had one arm around my waist, the other on my back, pulling me even closer to him. The hot trickling sensation of his lips moving against mine was so powerful, that my whole world suddenly seemed to spin; around and around. At last we both parted though, because the need for oxygen had become too strong to ignore. Our foreheads kept touching as we looked into one another's eyes.

It's perfect…

A/N: Sooooo…. What did you think? Okay, I hope. But anyway; this was the end of my story ;( Although… I'm thinking about writing a little epilogue… if you want one of course? What do you say? YES or NO? Answer in a review :D and if you don't know… Write a review anyway! ;P See ya!