I read a story similar to this, like, last year. I would totally credit the author, but I have no idea who wrote it :/

I already have most of the story written out, so updates won't take me too long...(: Well, just enjoy and tell me what you think!

"Chad!" I shrieked, running into the cafeteria at top speed. Chad looked up from his seat with the other cast members of the Falls and grinned, looking surprised. He stood up right as I jumped on him.

"Whoa there!" Chad exclaimed, snaking an arm around my waist. I grinned excitedly and held up a magazine in front of him, "Look! Look! I was nominated for an Emmy! An Emmy, Chad! A freaking Emmy!"

Chad's gorgeous blue eyes widened in shock, "What? Sonny, that's fantastic!"

He tightened his grip around my waist and pulled me in for a hug, "I'm so proud of you! What did you get nominated for?"

I opened up the magazine and read in my most official voice, "Best leading Actor/Actress in a TV show." I looked up at him and beamed, "Isn't that awesome?"

To my dismay, Chad seemed to be a little less enthusiastic, "Oh, um, yeah. That's, that's great."

I frowned, "What's wrong? You seemed so psyched two seconds ago."

Chad grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a table where we sat down. He looked at me solemnly, "Sonny, I was nominated for the same award."

I was unfazed, "So? The problem is . . .?"

Chad patted my hand gently, "Well, Sonny, I just don't want our relashionship to be affected if one of us," He glanced over to where the Mackenzie Fall cast was sitting, "wins, and the other," he then looked at me, "doesn't."

I scoffed and yanked my hand back, "Wow Chad, you are so superficial. Do you really think I'd let something like a stupid award get in the way of us?"

Chad shrugged, "You never know. Some people are like that. But don't worry," He added, "I'll take us out for ice-cream if you're disappointed."

I rolled my eyes, "Jerk."

Chad smirked, "It's kinda what I am, sweetheart."

I shook my head and stood up. "Whatever." I began to walk out of the cafeteria, but not before Chad yelled, "Don't forget tonight! I'll pick you up at seven!"

I waved him off as a disappeared around the corner, but I couldn't stop the smile spreading across my face.

I had the most perfect boyfriend ever.

Three weeks later

I walked as gracefully as someone on cloud nine could, the Emmy warm and fresh in my hands. "Good job out there, Sonny." J.J Medi, the popular rapper who announced the award and the winner, told me. "You deserved it."

I grinned from ear to ear, "Thank you, so much!" J.J. gave me a hug before walking away to where he was about to perform. I looked down at the trophy in my hands and squealed, I couldn't believe it! I couldn't believe that I, Sonny Munroe, had won an Emmy! I had beaten out Miley Cyrus, Lea Michele, Demi Lovato (Isn't that crazy?) and my own boyfriend!

Backstage different stars and stage crew were scrambling around. Camera's were filming every inch of space, trying to get some scoop on the hustle and bustle behind the scenes of the Emmy's.

"Sonny!" I turned around, hoping to see Chad coming to congratulate me, but instead saw Santiago Heraldo with a camera man trailing behind him.

"Mind if I ask a couple of questions?" He asked. I glanced at the camera and saw that it was already rolling, so it wasn't as if I had a choice anyway.

I shrugged and smiled, "Sure, why not?"

Santiago stepped into the camera's view, "Word on the street is that this Emmy is going to affect your relationship with Chad. Is that true?"

I scoffed, "No! Chad and I are above fighting over something like an award! I would've been just as thrilled if Chad had one. Besides, he's won," I paused for a second and thought, "four awards already, and is still nominated for five more. So chances are Chad is going to be pretty satisfied by the time the night is over." I smiled my most dazzling smile for the camera and walked off as fast as my high heels could carry me. I had to find Chad, I bet he was so excited!

When I returned back to where Chad and I were sitting, I was surprised to find that he wasn't there. Probably just practicing his acceptance speech or something.

Chad won every other award he was nominated for that night, giving him a whooping total of nine Emmy's. Every time he went up the stage and said a heart melting speech, though oddly enough he never mentioned me. I wouldn't have minded, but in the awards that he won before my Emmy he mentioned me, and I gave a shout out to him during his acceptance speech. Oh well, I thought, he's probably just so excited it slipped his mind. What was weird, however, was that he never came back to his seat that night, making me very lonely.

Once the awards were over, I held my Emmy with pride and went to go find Chad to go celebrate. After twenty minutes of searching, I found him in the VIP lounge with a bunch of other stars. It was some type of an after party, because the music was pounding and people were dancing. He had a drink in his hand, and was obviously enjoying himself. The second I walked in a waiter came to me, offering me champagne. Normally, I wouldn't accept, seeing as I'm 17, not 21, but I was supposed to be celebrating, right?

I sipped my champagne and made my way over to Chad. I got pulled aside, however, by J.J. Medi. "Bout time you joined us!" He said, doing some weird type of dancing. I looked at him, confused. "It's just a lounge, what do you mean?"

J.J. laughed, "This is not just any lounge, sweetie!" He gestured to everyone around him, "Everyone in this room had to win an Emmy. It's the winners lounge. And honestly, babe, it's taken you too long to get in."

I stared at him for a while, then decided he was drunk and walked off. He's a weirdo, I decided.

I walked up to Chad and gave him a hug, "Hey, I missed you! Why didn't you come back to our seats?" I gulped down my champagne and stared at him.

Chad shrugged me off, "Why would I want to sit with you?" He asked, looking at me as if I were a piece of trash. I felt people around us go silent, and I knew that they were eavesdropping.

"What are you talking about, Chad?" I asked, tugging on his arm, "Why are you acting like this?"

"Like what?" Chad yanked his arm away and set down his drink on the nearest table, "Face it Sonny, you're a talentless hack. The only reason they gave you an Emmy was because they felt sorry for you, and they didn't want to give me ten."

My blood turned red with rage, "Wait a minute, so, you're acting like a jerk because I got the Emmy and you didn't? What about what you said? That we wouldn't let this come in between us? God, Chad! You're such a conceited, self-adsorbed, egoistic a-hole!"

It's as if the whole lounge froze. Chad stiffened and glared down at me. I stared right back into his icy blue eyes. The tension between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"We're done. Obviously you're just another little wannabee. So go, shoo, and leave me alone. Because I don't have time for another charity case." Chad smirked.

I didn't think, just reacted. My palm connected with his cheek. Everyone gasped. My lower lip trembled and I tried to hold back tears, "I-I," Breathe, Sonny, Breathe, "I can't believe you're throwing all of this away." I looked up at him, as if begging to take it back, to take it all back and to kiss me as if nothing had happened.

Chad didn't move. I laughed darkly, "I can't believe I said I loved you." I glanced around the lounge and saw that everyone was staring at us. "If you can't already tell, Chad, this isn't working out. Because I refuse, I refuse to date someone who cares more about their appearance and image then love and the people around them. You need to find yourself Chad. And you need to figure out who you're real friends are, because you keep on losing them. Just-," I broke off as a tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it away and stared defiantly at him, "Just like me."

I turned around without bothering to judge his reaction. There was a stunned silence as I stormed out of the lounge, tears beginning to roll freely down my face. I was at the door when the applause started. I turned around and saw a girl in the back stand up and begin to clap. Then slowly, one by one, the whole lounge started clapping. I grinned sadly at the thunderous appease, then pushed the door open and left, leaving a very stunned Chad in my wake.

I tried hard not to break down. I pushed my way through the immense crowd and hugged my Emmy tight to my body. Cold air blasted me the second I stepped out doors. I scanned the long line of limo's until I saw Chad's classic navy blue limo. I quickly ran over to it and hopped in, "Please," I sobbed, "Take me home!"

The driver started the car without questioning why Chad wasn't there. I laid back in my seat and cried, trying to ignore that the limo smelled like him. A thought dawned on my around halfway to my apartment. I was in Chad's limo. My ex-boyfriend's limo. I grinned through my tears and grabbed my keys from my purse. Oh, revenge was sweet.

After carving some pretty nasty words into the seats, I looked around for any more damage that could be done. I then proceeded to break all the glasses, throw out the very expensive bottles of champagne and wine, then jam and/or break just about every electronic device in the limo. My heart was still broken, but it did make me feel just a wee bit better.

The limo came to a stop, indicating that we were in front of my apartment building. I sniffed and quickly wiped my face, then exited. I looked at the exterior of the limo and wondered if I should do anything to the outside, then figured that it would just give away that there was crap in the inside.

I quickly made my way upstairs to my apartment and immediately crashed on the couch, sobbing. Destroying Chad's limo had given me satisfaction, but then once it was gone the pain came roaring back.

I loved Chad, I really, really did. He broke my heart to throw it all away for some stupid Emmy. And even worse, I still have to see him every day. I buried my face in the pillow and just willed for me to forget him, to forget every happy memory, the way he would hold me when something bad happened, or spin me around for the better. Our relationship was dangerous. Horrible at its lows, wonderful at its highs, and everything in between.

I don't know how long I lay there crying. But it was a good thing that someone knocked on my door or else I would have stayed there balling my eyes out forever. Without even bothering to look presentable, I shuffled over to the door and opened it. Surprisingly, Nico was standing there with a bag full of stuff I couldn't make out. He pulled me into a hug, "I saw what happened, and I'm so sorry."

I hugged Nico back tightly, "I just loved him so much!" I sobbed into his shirt.

Sooo...whad'ya thinkkk? Should I go on? And I know what you're thinking, I already have like, one unfinished story, what the heck am I doing starting another? Yeah, sorry bout that haha, I'm weird (;

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