Hiya! These are some deleted/extended scenes for my story "Breathe" and will be my last update of 2010. So enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: Oh, yeah, did I forget to mention my parents bought me SWAC for Christmas? Oh, who am I kidding? I own nothing. :(

Alternate Scene One

Tawni's Tale

"How'd your relationship start?" I ask.

"Well, we met on the set of the Goody Gang," Tawni says thoughtfully.

"Not when you were kids! I'm talking about recently."

"Oh, okay. So it all started when I was at this bar with my friend and I say this guy. I mean, he was hot. And as I got closer I realized it was Chad. And I was like to my friends, 'Oh, my God, that's the guy that cheated on my best friend.' So I went to go and talk to the jerk. I was like, 'Hey, Loser.' And he said, 'Ain't you the prettiest thing out there?' Now that I think back, I shouldn't have believed him. I mean, he was so drunk at the time. Anyway, back to the story. So I started to get friendly with him—maybe just to get back at him—but then I got drunk and he asked me out! And I just can't say no to a hot guy, so I said, 'yes,' and he was like, 'Great!' and then I slept with him. But look at it this way. From what I remember, he said that he's only been sleeping with hookers since you broke up with him. So I said, 'That's a waste of money if you can me,' and you know what happens next, right?"

"Yeah . . . I know," I say bitterly.

She ignores my comment and says, "I don't love him. I don't love him at all. Never did and I never will. Got that, Sonny? I think you should talk to him and reconnect, because you won't regret it."

I look at her. "Am I being Punked?" I ask. "Where's Ashton?"

"You think I'm kidding?"

"Yes," I say, getting up and leaving.

As I walk out the door I hear a faint, "Don't forget to call."

"Like that's gonna happen," I mumble to myself.

Extended Scene One

Talk with Chad

"Hi, Chad. It's Sonny—Sonny Munroe," I say.

I hear a loud laugh on the other line. "That's a name I haven't heard in a while," Chad says, still laughing. "Who is this, by the way?"

"Sonny Munroe."

"Yep, and I'm Mackenzie."

"You're drunk, aren't you?"

"Who the fuck is this? Is this one of Tawni's people, trying to help me?"

"No . . ." Tawni's trying . . . tried to help him?

"Oh, my God," he mutters. "It is, isn't it?"

I don't answer.

"I'm hanging—"

"Chad, stop!" I say quickly. "We met at the commissary when I was fifteen and you were sixteen. You were my fake date. You made my prom worth while. You asked me out when I was sixteen and you were seventeen. I dumped you after the Tween Choice Awards, but I missed you so much I asked you out again. Then a few months later . . . I broke up with you after you cheated on me."

He says nothing.

"Chad, are you still there?" I ask.

"Yeah . . . ," he mutters. I can tell he's deep in thought. After a moment of silence, he says, "I guess you are Sonny Munroe."

"Yes, I am," I whisper.

"Wait! These are things the paps know about."

Here we go again. "You fell out of the sky just to say you're sorry. You say you're afraid of nothing, but you don't like spiders, snakes, and heights. You got jealous when I was with another guy. You do a lot of things that a person has never done before. You have the ego the size of the moon . . ." I trial off, not knowing what to say anymore.

"I guess you are the real Sonny Munroe," he mutters.

"Thank you. It seems that we have a lot to catch up on, so how about we meet at that diner outside of town?" I pause a moment. "You can get there, right?"

"It's still early and I'm not drunk yet. . . . So . . . yeah, I can get there," he says.

"Great. See you then!"

Deleted Scene One

Waiting for Chad

It's been twenty minutes since Chad said he was going to get there. This is why he annoyed me so much when we were teens. This whole fashionably late persona he has going on is getting really old. I guess it was always old.

Then the door opens. And there—in the flesh—is Chad Dylan Cooper. He looks different. He looks handsome if you like that whole straight-out-of-bed look. I mean, if he'd clean up he would look so damn hot. Not that I'm turned on or anything.

He walks in with his usual swagger. That hasn't changed, either.

I frown at him. He smirks. God, here's another thing that hasn't change: He still knows how to get me mad.

He walks to my table and says, "Hey, Doll Face." I glare at him. "My God, you're so hot when you're mad."

I have one more thing to add to the list of things that haven't changed: I still really, really hate him.

Deleted Scene Two

Home Sweet Home

He was tipsy. Not enough that he couldn't drive home—what an idiot I am to let him, though—but enough that he was acting . . . stupid.

I follow him to his "house." You can't ever call it a house it's so big. I thought he'd be living in a shack, but he says it's his parents and they're letting him stay there.

"Home sweet home," Chad says, ushering me in. I walk inside the house and see him walk to the fridge.

"Oh, no, you don't!" I say, running to grab the beer bottle.

"Huh?" says Chad, confused. "Why can't I have a beer?"

"You're already drunk. You don't need more." I hold the bottle close to me.

"Right . . ." He takes the beer bottle straight from hand.

"Give it back!" I yell, trying to grab it as he dangles it over my head.

"No."

"Give it."

"No."

I groan. "You're such a pain . . ."

". . . in-the-ass? You're twenty now. You're allowed to swear."

I snort and shake my head. "You haven't changed a bit."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Yes."

"Whatever," and he starts to drink again.

I realize this isn't the place to have a drunken person, so I offer to come to my house. Big mistake.

"Is this a booty call?" asks Chad, looking around my apartment.

"No," I say, outraged. "This is a place without any alcoholic drinks."

"Do you have mouthwash?"

"No."

"I can't believe you." He tries to shove past me to get to the door.

I block the door. "No, you don't. You're not leaving."

"Oh, yes, I am."

"Oh, no, you aren't."

We glare at each other.

"What about you sit down and we can talk," I say icily.

"All right, then," he says coldly, taking a seat.

I sit across from him and say, "Where did you get your beer when you were eighteen."

"Why? You want some?"

"No."

"Then what do you want?" He hesitates a moment then realizes what I'm getting at. "Oh. No! You are finding out where I get my booze. That's the last thing I need you to do."

"This needs to stop! You're better then this."

"Am I, Sonny? Am I really? Because if I remember correctly, you said, 'I don't care about you, Chad. For all I care you could be dead. You're a worthless scum that no one cares about. You'll always be that way.'" He looks at me fixedly. "Isn't that right?"

"Yes," I murmur, looking at my hands. "Yes, it is."

"So why do you care now?"

"I . . . I—I don't know."

"Well, figure it out." Then he leaves.

And I don't even try to stop him.

Extended Scene Two

Confrontation

It's been a few month since I last saw Chad. From what I heard he's been going to alcoholic anonymous meetings. Tawni's been calling me with updates. I really could care less, but she seems . . . happy. I'm not happy. I'm just sitting around, moping.

Then something changes. At seven in the morning I hear a knock. I answer the door to see who it is. And it was Chad. He looks much different from when I last saw him.

"Chad?" I ask, not believing my eyes.

"Hey," Chad replies, walking into my apartment.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm coming to say thanks."

"For what?" This is odd.

"You kinda helped me get on the right track, you know? I started this detox program. It went great and I'm better now. . . . Thank you, Sonny. You're the best." He smiles and opens arm to hug me. I hug back, smiling into his chest. Then I start to realize something—something that I never thought could happen: I'm falling in love with Chad Dylan Cooper.

Extended Scene Three

Bedroom Scene

"That was," Chad pants, "amazing." He looks over and smiles.

"You liked it?" I ask shyly.

"And you didn't?"

"No, no, I did—a lot, actually. I just didn't know if you . . . enjoyed it." God, I'm blushing. Why am I blushing?

"Are you kidding? That was amazing. I mean, for your first time . . ."

Oh, great. He just reminded me. I'm not a virgin anymore. My mother's going to love this. Not.

"Please do not remind me," I beg.

"Why not?"

"Because my mother will kill me if she finds out."

"You don't live with your mom anymore. She doesn't need to know. She can just think in her little mind that you're still a virgin."

"Don't ask don't tell?"

"Exactly."

I frown. I'm still a little upset. But I guess that's life. Damn.

The next few hours are full of bliss. It's kind of like that episode of House MDwhere House and Cuddy just lay around, having sex and being romantic. Only this is real life and better.

Original Ending

Heartaches and Heartbreaks

I look at the clock. Chad and Tawni are married by now, I bet. It's over and done. I lost my best friend/lover/supposed-to-be father of my children.

These chick-flicks are crap. None of this stuff happens. The guy doesn't come sweeping the girl off her feet, lead her up the stairwell. Okay, now I'm quoting Taylor Swift. Great.

Over the next few weeks I see the paps taking pictures of the happy couple. Chad looks great. Tawni looks beautiful. And I'm a mess.

Over the next few years I see—I hate this phrase, but I have to use it—the "baby bump." Yes, Tawni's pregnant with Chad's child. Tawni hates children. Well, so I thought. Chad also hates kids. God, I hate my life. Does the torture ever end? Does the pain end? I'm still figuring that one out.

"Arg!" I scream. "This is so horrible."

A few years later, I went to a park and saw Chad with his two kids—a girl and a little boy. My stomach's in a knot as I walk up to him. But then I stop. What the fuck am I supposed to say to him? "I love you"? No way. No. I can't. I'm not doing this. I'm not going to ruin his life like this. So I walk away.

And that was the last time I saw Chad Dylan Cooper.

And that's the end, folks! Review, please?