AN: So here's a new story! YAY! I really love this one and I hope you like it too! It kinda has two main plot lines, and you've probably already figured one out. Chad is moving next to Sonny. FUN! WOOT! Stay tuned, Rinny

SPOV

It was about time I moved anyways. I had saved up enough, finally. It was a pretty small house and I would be sharing it with my brother, Jersey. Jersey or Christopher was in college now and would be home occasionally.

Mind you, I'd still have lots of privacy and such, but it would be nice, as I would see Jersey more often. Just so you know, that was a nickname. My parents wouldn't just name their son Jersey. No, when we were really little he would always say "New Jersey" in a really cute, funny accent. To this day, he never learned to say it right.

I loved the name of the street I had moved onto. It was called Thistle Ave. I lived in 14 Thistle Ave. What a cute address, I thought! The only problem was the house next to me. It was so close to mine. I could peer into the next-door neighbor's bedroom as they could look into my living room. I noticed a for sale sign, so I was happy that I wouldn't have to deal with a nosy neighbor. But all in all, I loved my new home. The neighborhood was really sweet and the studio was only blocks away.

I dropped the last box into my living room. I had unpacked everything already, but I had forgot a few things from my old apartment. I sighed, realizing how much I underestimated the struggle of moving. I wasn't complaining though. It was all so exciting! I opened the box to reveal some red gloves, mascara, a hat, a wig, CDs, a few clothes, and a microphone. I sighed, knowing that this box was a secret. A secret hopefully no one would ever figure out.

And what was this super secret? Miley Cyrus wasn't the only one with a secret pop star identity. I sighed as I placed the box into my bedroom and came back into my comfy living room. I sat down on the couch and remained still for a bit. I then reached over to turn on the radio to get me out of the funk I was in. I wasn't sure if it was due to the rainy weather or just the fact I was down via my super secret. Hiding something from the world definitely wasn't something I enjoyed. But it was for the best, I guess.

"It's three in the afternoon, listeners, so that means what? Yes! That means a full hour of Demi Lovato! We're going to start the 60 minutes off with her notorious song, Catch Me!" I groaned.

"You're supposed to be helping me take my mind off all of this! Ugh!" I yelped and slapped my hand on top of the radio to shut it off. I yawned, tired from last night. Those paparazzi can't leave a pop star alone! I could still see the flash on their cameras when I close my eyes. I heard a knock on my door and I stood up to answer it.

I walked to the door and opened it to see my new neighbor.

"Hi Chelsea! What's up?" I said cheerfully. She was really nice and was a big help with moving. She smiled and I allowed her inside.

"Not much. I just wanted to tell you some neighborhood gossip!" she told me with a large grin spreading. I smiled. Even if I had only meet her a few weeks ago, I knew if she was coming over, she was going over to spread gossip. I sighed and sat down next to her.

"Okay. Lay it on me," I told her as she shook with anticipation. She let out a small fan girl yelp.

"You're getting a new neighbor!" she told me. I smiled. A new neighbor was always nice. Then I remembered that the only vacant house for sale was the one with the huge window that looked into my living room. Oh well, I guess I would have to keep the shades down.

"Cool! Do you know who it is or when?" I asked, faking enthusiasm. I didn't want to disappoint her by thinking getting a new neighbor wasn't cool.

"I heard it's a star! Maybe it's a movie star! What if it's Zac Efron!

That'd be so cool! But they're moving in tomorrow," she informed me. I smiled at the thought of Zac Efron as my neighbor. That'd be really awesome. Then I heard Chelsea's phone ring. Her ring tone was an old fashion sounding ringtone. Like a sound you'd hear in a black and white movie if there was a phone in it. She took it out and gazed at the screen for a little bit. Then her eyes widened and she let out a massive scream.

"Wow. Great reception, thanks," I said sarcastically, quoting Marshall. I smiled at my personal joke.

"Oh. My. Gosh. I know who your neighbor is!" she yelled at me, animated. I smiled. So it was Zac?

"It's Chad Dylan Cooper?" she said with another scream. My smile turned immediately to a frown. Or more like a grimace. Something told me I would be screaming too.

"Is it to late to move back?" I mumbled to myself. I let out a groan under my breath. Oh yeah, there would be screaming.