Sometimes you feel like running
Find a whole new life and jump in
Let go, get up and hit the dance floor

"Sonny, please talk to me. This isn't the end of the world." Tawni said. She was looking down pitifully at Sonny's limp form on the couch. Sonny moaned something incomprehensible into the pillow. "Ugh!" Tawni shouted, throwing her arms down to her sides. "If you want to lay here and-" Before Tawni could get her full rant out, a soft knock sounded on the door. Throwing a quick glare at Sonny, Tawni walked over to the door and yanked it open. "Good luck dealing with her. All she's done is lay there and occasionally moan." Tawni hissed, grabbing her coat and ducking out of the room.

Peter, Sonny's agent, watched Tawni leave, confusion written all over his face. "Alright . . ." He mumbled, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. "How ya doing, Kid?" He asked, tip-toeing closer to Sonny. He placed his hand comfortingly on Sonny's back. She shifted under his touch, until finally she emerged from the castle of pillows she had buried herself in. Mascara tear streaks ran down the face, her red eyes staring up at him. Tear immediately filled her eyes and she brought her hands up to hid them.

"Peter, unless you're here to tell me you've figured out some way to fix this mess, I don't wanna hear it." Sonny groaned into her hands, her dark, brown locks creating a mask around her face. Peter clicked his tongue as his eyes wandered around the room.

"Well, lucky for you, Miss-Not-So-Sonny," Peter chuckled at his lame attempt at a joke, which only resulted in Sonny glaring at him from between her fingers. He coughed awkwardly before continuing, "Peter always comes through for you." He grinned widely at her, scooting her over in the chair to settle in next to her. Sonny perked up at the promising words, dropping her hands to her lap and widening her brown eyes.

"Wait, are you telling me you know what to do to get me out of this?" Peter tentatively bit his bottom lip.

"Technically, yes." Sonny narrowed her eyes.

"What does that mean?" She asked, her words dripping with scepticism. Peter sucked in a breath of air through his teeth.

"It means you're going home, Allison." After five full minutes of silence, Peter began to get nervous. "Sonny?" He asked, waving his hand around in front of her face. She blinked once, but other than that there was no sign of brain activity coming from her. "Okay, I know it sounds bad, but hear me out. This is the only way to fix this mess." Peter paused, awaiting Sonny's response. He placed his arm around her shoulder awkwardly. "Sonny?" He whispered again. He jumped when Sonny finally spoke.

"Home?" Sonny asked, a question mark written on her face. "As in . . ." Sonny swallowed as if the word were somehow painful to say. "Wisconsin?" Peter nodded his head once, unsure of how she felt about it. "No!" Sonny suddenly shouted, jumping up and away from his touch. "No!" She insisted, shaking her head. She begin pacing back and forth, shaking her head wildly. "I can't. I can't. No. No way."

"Sonny, calm down!" Peter cried, jumping up from the couch and grabbing her shoulders. "Remember our breathing routines? In through the mouth, out through the nose." He demonstrated breathing by moving his arm up and down in a rhythmic way. Sonny followed his instructions, breathing deeply to calm her nerves. "Good." He asked once her breathing had returned to normal. "Now, listen to me. The only way you can ever dream of fixing this, is if you follow my instructions. Don't worry. You won't be there for too long, just long enough so we can turn this attention on you into good publicity. You know something like 'Sonny Munroe, Mid-Western Girl At Heart!'. The public eats that kinda stuff right up." Peter gestured in the air with his hands, pretending that he was writing the words out in the air.

"I don't know, Peter. Exactly how long are we talking?" She hooked her hair behind her ear, a nervous habit of hers.

"A month, two at the most." Sonny opened her mouth to protest, but Peter cut her off. "Remember, if you want to turn this thing around, you've got to trust me." Sonny groaned and bit her bottom lip.

"Fine," She sighed. "But, two months maxim. I won't stay any longer." Peter nodded.

"Understood."


"Promise you'll call?" Sonny mumbled tearfully into Tawni's hair as they shared one more hug.

"We''ll see," Tawni mumbled back. She squeezed Sonny tighter, mostly to keep her from seeing the tears that had gathered in her own eyes. Sonny laughed and reluctantly pulled away from her. "It's going to be a boring two months without you." Tawni whispered.

"Two at the most. I'll be back before then. Hopefully." They shared a quick smile, and Sonny couldn't help but think back to two years earlier when she'd first arrived. Tawni and her had fought constantly, bickering over the most menial of things. Now, even though they still argued, it was more sisterly arguing. The two had actually grown quite close over the years, and Sonny might even venture far enough to say they were best friends.

"Quit hogging her, we wanna say goodbye too!" Nico whined, pushing Tawni away so he could tackle Sonny in a huge bear hug. Sonny rolled her eyes and hugged him back.

"Make sure you don't have too much fun back home. We wouldn't want you to get attached." Sonny scoffed.

"Don't count on it." Nico pulled away and smiled at her. Before he could say anything else, Grady pushed his way in, knocking Nico over.

"I can't believe you're leaving!" Grady cried, lifting her off the ground. Sonny giggled at her lovable guy friend.

"I know. It sucks." A full minute passed, and still Grady hadn't placed Sonny back on the ground. "Um, Grady . . ."

"Hey, Grady. Let's go get some chillidogs." Nico suggested, guiding Grady to put Sonny down. Grady nodded and mournfully followed Nico to the hotdog stand. Sonny rolled her eyes. As crazy as her friends were, she would miss them. Suddenly, something hit Sonny. Someone wasn't here.

"Hey, um, do you know if Chad was planning on coming?" She asked, trying to play it off coolly. Tawni grinned knowingly at Sonny, but simply shrugged.

"He said he was." Sonny nodding and glanced around quickly.

"Well, I guess if he said he would . . ." Sonny trailed off, feeling slightly more broken hearted that he hadn't shown up. Even if they fought more than her and Tawni, and even if they claimed to hate each other, she at least figured it would come to say goodbye.

"Flight 356 to Wisconsin, now boarding." The flight attentant's perky voice crackled over the loudspeaker. Sonny never hated a flight attentant more in her life. She glanced back over her shoulder, scanning the crowd for any signs of the ego-centric teen star. Her sank a little more when she realized he wasn't coming.

"So, I guess this is it." Sonny said, her eyes filling with brushed them away with the back of her hand. Tawni nodded at her, just as Peter grabbed her arm and pulled her forward. With a teary smile to her friends, she felt herself being shuffled onto the plane.

"Come on, Sonny. The sooner we get this horrid trip over, the better." Peter said distratically, waving his hand in the air.

"Yeah. You're right. Two months. It's just too months. I can deal with that." She gulped as she settled into her seat, pulling her backpack onto her lap and hugging it tightly to her chest. She watched at the plane pulled away from the airport and quickly accelerated into the air, the ground growing smaller; taking her further from Hollywood with every second. She squeezed her eyes closed, one last tear escaping and sliding down her cheek.

"Two months."

A/N: Honestly, I wasn't even going to update this story because I didn't get any reviews. Then, two people (who have recently become my favorite people in the world, next to Chris Pine and Josh Ramsay) decided to take pity on me and review. Those people are kstevens and Kylie Robbins. Since they're the only reason I updated this, I'm dedicating this entire story to these two wonderful people. Thank you for caring enough to read and review. I hope you two continue to review. And, if anyone other than these two people are reading this story, please review. It's really the only way I can know if I'm a decent writer or not. It takes about two seconds to review.

BTW, I do plan on making this a Channy story. Or at least part Channy. Have yet to decide on that. You can leave you thoughts and hopes on what will happen during Sonny's trip in a review.