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Ye-ah. So, apparently I suck at keeping promises over the web. I'm really sorry. I'm also sorry that I have not responded to every person who reviewed the last chapter. I am putting my foot down on myself, and I will reply to everyone who reviews this one. That is a promise I will not break, I can assure you. On another note, this story is now my primary focus on this account. If you enjoy my work and really want this story to be updated quicker and with more excitement, please don't be afraid to tell me. I'm hoping that some of you may even have suggestions to toss in my direction, because I love to hear about them. For now, I hope that this piece is enough to satisfy. If not, I highly recommend faerietaleredux, pwnguin, Loved-Invention, sonnycentral, Dancing on Rainbows, and many other girls who write with absolute brilliance. Thank you so much!

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pyrolyn-776 Presents

The eleventh installment of Somewhere Only We Know

A ChadSon fic

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"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down the speedy train, Sonny. Now, explain that last part again because if my ears aren't broken, and trust me, Son, they're not, then you just said that you're in love with Chad Dylan Cooper."

The comedian girl sighed into her cell and said, "Yup. Pretty much, Ronnie."

Veronica Munroe, Sonny's younger sister, paused on the other end of the line, finding what Sonny had just said almost unbelievable. For as long as Sonny had been working for So Random! she'd nearly hated that blonde douche nozzle. So much so that she had, at one point in time, nearly left the show. It had taken a few hours of coaxing and a lot of Chad bashing, but she had finally convinced her not to be so drastic. And now she was in love with him? Was she crazy!?

"And why is this? Don't tell me you finally bought into his 'wounded, sexy, broken' image now. Sonny, that's not love. That's lust."

"Veronica! I'm not in 'lust' with him. God, no. I mean, he is pretty...yeah...but no! I just - I just can't help it. He told me, plain and simple, that he had feelings for me, Ronnie. He told me that he wanted to do something about it, he wanted to be with me and I just...I couldn't even say anything. I was scared, because he pulls this on every girl with two legs and a heartbeat." She fell back against her memory foam mattress and closed her eyelids. "What am I supposed to do now?"

"You're in love with him."

"Yes. And?"

"And you found another girl in his apartment today."

"Bailey...but she's such a sweet girl, I can totally see them together. He would deserve someone like her."

Veronica nearly gagged from her side of things. She was glad her poor, heartbroken sister wasn't able to see her at the moment. She was eye-rolling and muttering under her breath. She honestly could see no reason for this random breakdown of hers. "He doesn't deserve anything but the truth. If you love him, you owe him the simple task of telling him."

"But - "

"Sonny," Veronica said firmly. "You did not call me to tell you to run away from Mr. I Fluff My Hair Too Much. You wanted me to tell you to fight for him. Tell him how you feel, because it sounds as if you've been screwing with his head, Sonny. I may not be his biggest fan, but you're going to end up breaking two hearts if you don't just tell him already."

Sonny thought back to what her roommate had said earlier and sighed. "I guess you're right."

"You guess?" the younger girl joked back. "Have I ever steered you wrong?"

"Gee, I don't know. How about the time - "

"Okay, okay. Sheesh. Veronica's going to be here soon, so I've got to go. We've got some cracking down to do."

Sonny frowned, knowing exactly what her sister was talking about. "You know, I really don't think your blog is all that nice."

"We're not trying to be nice."

"Okay, but...if you're going to go on about Chad being a douche nozzle, at least throw in some attacks at me or something. You can't keep focusing on just The Falls' kids."

Veronica rolled her eyes. "Fine."

"I love you."

"Yeah, yeah. I love you, too. Now, really. Solve your Chad problem, Sonny. Seriously. Before you bring me down to your level of insanity."

"My level of insanity? Veronica, you - "

Click.

"You hung up on me. I can't believe you actually...why am I still talking?"

Sigh.


"What are you doing here?"

Sonny Munroe had thought that Chinese was at her door, but instead Amanda (yes, evil reporter Amanda) stood in front of her, dripping wet. Sonny wasn't sure what kind of game she was trying to play, but she wasn't in the mood to be evil and leave her soaking. Sighing, she continued, "Come in."

"Thank you," Amanda returned slowly. "Look, I...don't make it a habit to chase after starlets like you. I just - "

" - felt absolutely terrible for spying on Sonny and now you've come to redeem your soul?" Elizabeth, sarcasm simply bubbling up from her mind to her mouth glared at the magazine employee and crossed her arms.

"Yes, actually."

Sonny turned to look at her and, sitting down at her kitchen counter, asked, "What do you want from me?"

"I came to say I'm sorry."

"Thanks, but that doesn't change the fact that you're going to run some story that's not true, just like everyone else. I'm a real person, you know. I'm not just some Hollywood factory toy you can play with and then discard. Contrary to what you may think, I do have feelings."

"I know. Which is why...we're not running the story."

Her bitter demeanor crumbled under her confusion. "Why?"

"Because you don't deserve that."

"Your boss isn't mad?"

"Oh, she's plenty pissed, but I convinced her that running a happy story will gain just as much, if not more, attention from our readers than a breakup would."

Sonny flinched. "Wait, what?"

"Well. You and Chad...aren't you dating?"

"No."

"Oh. Ms. Munroe, I'm really sorry, but I thought maybe you had made up already. I didn't - "

Sonny put a hand up to stop her. "No, it's fine. Run the story. I can survive a happy rumor. It's fine."

Amanda frowned. "You're in love with him."

"What? No. I."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes from her position on the couch and coughed out, "Liar."

"You are," Amanda continued. "It's in your eyes."

"Great, so I'm an open book to everyone but Chad. That's just great."

"Why don't you tell him?" Amanda prodded, trying not to overstep her bounds.

"Because she doesn't want to be rejected," Elizabeth said. "Which is absolutely not going to happen, because the boy is pretty much head over heels for her."

"I...I've got to talk to Chad."

Sonny got up, grabbed her keys and her coat and opened the door. "Amanda...thanks."

"There's really nothing to thank me for. I'm sorry, though. For...being the cause of the drift between you two."

Sonny didn't turn around to say anything else. She simply nodded her head and disappeared, prepared to tell Chad what she'd been feeling all along.


"Sonny?"

Chad was just as surprised to see her as Sonny was to see Amanda less than an hour ago. Her hair was wet, her clothes were soaked. In her haste to get over to Chad's, she'd forgotten to bring an umbrella with her. She shrugged off her coat, where a blouse underneath was pretty dry and she wrung out most of the rain in her hair in the hallway.

"Chad, I really need to be honest with you." He opened the door wider and let her in, while she wrapped her arms around herself. "I - "

"Let me stop you right there. Bailey and I, we're not - we're not together. It was just a coincidence that she came over when you were going to. Really. I just...I just wanted to let you know that."

She nodded, staring at her feet. "Chad, you've been nothing but honest with me, and all I've done is push you away."

He said nothing. There wasn't anything he could say to make her feel better.

"And I've finally realized that all this time I've been claiming you as the bad guy, but really, I've been the biggest fool of all." She choked up, and Chad instinctively wanted to reach out and hold her. "I want everything that you want. I want to be with you, Chad Dylan Cooper."

If he felt anything close to surprised or happy, his face didn't show it. Instead, he merely looked conflicted.

"Please tell me that I'm not too late," she continued, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

He paused. "Sonny, I...don't want to play games with you. I've loved everything about you for the longest time. I just felt as if I never really had a shot with you."

She nearly laughed right there. "Me? You felt as if you didn't have a shot with me?"

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"Yes."

"Well, it's true. You're amazing, Sonny. I can't believe you don't know that."

Sonny took a step closer to him and lowered her voice. She looked up into his eyes and finally said, "Chad, I want to be with you. I don't want to be the girl who feels these kinds of things, but is too scared to admit them. I like you, and I hope that you still like me. Will you please, please be my Olliver?"

A genuine smile finally made its way up to Chad's expression, both on his lips and in his eyes. "Sonny, you never had to ask."


I kinda wish I could just pretend as if this wasn't bad and all...but it was kinda really suckish. Heh. I tried to write this Sonny/Chad scene over and over and over and over. But I just couldn't figure out a way to do it. And, y'know. Guys. I kinda just resolved everything. So. Uh. Next chapter (I think) will be the end of this little fic. (Cue the 'aww' and we can all group hug! ^_^)

If you're really disappointed in the way this chapter turned out, I'm sorry. :( But I've got to finish Douche Nozzle and Voice Inside My Head soon. I've got a lot of crap to do, actually. Sigh.

Wish me luck!

-Pyro