[AN: this is my first feeble attempt at a two shot. Hope its okay....I actually had someone edit for grammar this time! YAY!]

Ahhh Greece, the perfect place for Tween Weekly's sexiest star of the year to spend his much needed shooting break. There really is no better place than Corsica…with its olive trees and pretty sunsets. I generally spend my afternoons wandering around the beaches, swimming, hopping over to new clubs, and meeting pretty girls.

My break is so much cooler than Sonny's. She just went to Wisconsin to stay on a FARM with her Grammy…whatever. So uncool. I mean, I'm rubbing elbows with the rich and famous and she's rubbing elbows with…the poor and the nameless. Not that I care or anything. I mean because if you think I CARE… about where she is… what she's doing… or whether she's going to get back together with her old boyfriend Doug while she's in Wisconsin, you'd be wrong.

Or maybe I'd be wrong…because I do miss her. Kind of a lot. But its okay because I know she misses me too. She sent me a letter yesterday, and I read it once….every 5 seconds.

Chad,
I don't know why I'm writing to you. It's not like I miss you or anything. I just am writing to everyone else (even Dakota, Portlyn, and Skyler) so I had to write to you. Anyways, I hope you're enjoying Corsica. Wisconsin is great. Last night Grammy made her famous raspberry pie and I ate so much I….probably shouldn't be telling you that. Then Doug came over, and Chad he was so nice to me! But I remembered what you said to me, how a guy will usually do anything to get a girl to sleep with him. So I lured him into the barn, and then I convinced him to take all of his clothes off (no I WASN'T in there) and then I STOLE them. He had to run home with just a straw hat to cover himself, and he lives 15 miles down to the next piece of land! I thought you'd enjoy that story. Even if it isn't about you.
Fine,
Sonny

Sonny,
Oh funny funny little Sonny. I'm glad you wrote to me; even though I don't miss you, I know you must really miss me. Who can blame you? Corsica is fabulous; you really should have come here or Paris or even Italy…but no you chose WISCONSIN…god only knows why. Raspberry pie eh? I've never had…and as for what you did…I'm kinda glad you didn't tell me. About Doug, I'm glad you gave him what he who hurts Sonny Munroe deserves to run fifteen miles naked with just a straw hat. Yep. If I was there I would've punched him. Yeah and then made people take pictures of how gorgeous I look punching people.
Fine,
Chad

Chad
Oh Chad! Sometimes, you know, you just don't understand! I chose Wisconsin because I MISS my family. My grammy isn't going to be around much longer and I just wanted to spend one last summer with her before…you know. Not that you understand what it's like to lose something you care about, since the only thing you care about its YOU. You egotistical JERKTHROB! And for your information, Raspberry pie is delicious and Grammy has won 40 blue ribbons for her recipe, which I am the sole successor of. Only I know how to make her famous raspberry pie, I've won 2 blue ribbons for it (& 1 red…the first year I kinda flubbed the recipe a little).
So we're good?
Sonny

As I read Sonny's letter I couldn't help but see, where her teardrops had blurred the ink. Were they teardrops? No. They couldn't be. There is no way those could be teardrops….they blurred the ink in the words You and Jerkthrob. Oh no, oh no no no this would not do. I would not let Sonny be upset. So I pulled out my pen and paper.