A/N: Hey, people. This is for the official channy day thing on August 31, and had I known sooner, it would be better. It's early, I know, but I won't be here tomorrow, so I just wanted to post this now. And with all that's going on in my life-I just finished moving, so it's been chaos-I tried to finish this as fast as possible. So if it's not that good, sorry. And I'm thinking this would be a short story-probably a three-shot or something, but not a full chapter story, because I really don't have time for it, lol. But anyways, hope you like it, and enjoy.

Oh, and congratulations to Charley for passing your exam! Yaaay! Lol, I'm proud of you :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Sonny With a Chance.

Do You Remember?



"Sonny!" I yelled furiously. The stupid girl had once again come into the Mackenzie Falls set, and stole our loganberry smoothies. If it wasn't for her, the rest of her dimwitted cast wouldn't have the guts to come in here and take it. That's why this has never been an issue before. Ever since little-miss-sunshine joined So Random, things haven't been going well for Mackenzie Falls.

I wished I could teach her a lesson. Why couldn't she be like all those other girls, and fall for my charm? Everyone else is easy to control. They'd wither at the sound of their name being called. They'd fall on their knees and beg for me to notice them. I'd always been able to control every girl around me, and I'd always been able to get them to do what I want. Even the Tawni girl sometimes falls for my charm. Why is Sonny any different?

If only I could control her. I wonder if those mind-controlling things on TV actually come in real life. Oh, how I would kill to be able to get Sonny to do anything I'd want her to do. I've had enough of the girl always running in here to steal our smoothies, and force me to cut my three hour massage.

"Aw, man! They came back?" Portlyn had just come out of the spa, and had a mask of green…whatever it was…around her face.

"Yes, they came back," I answered, turning to her slowly. "Why didn't you stop them?"

Portlyn rolled her eyes, and motioned to the gunk on her face. "I was at the spa. Why do you expect me to do everything?"

"Because Chad Dylan Cooper needs his massage!" I whirled around, and stalked off to the direction of my dressing room, slamming the door along the way. I flopped down on my couch and buried my face inside the pillow.

How am I going to get them to stop stealing our smoothies? This was so unfair. Why did she have to join the stupid show, anyways? What's so great about comedy? I mean, do they really think they're that funny? I always thought the audience was laughing at them, not with them.

Besides, I asked her to join our show once. She rejected us to go with her chuckleheaded friends. If she had joined the show, she could've gotten all the loganberry smoothies she wants.

I sighed after about five minutes of moping. It was starting to rain outside, but I needed to mope some place else besides my dressing room. I grabbed my coat, and headed outside.

As soon as I stepped into the hard, concrete, ground, a cold blast of wind hit me hard. I pulled the collar of my jacket up to cover my neck, but I could still feel some of the rain sliding down my back. I squinted as I struggled to find my car in this now-pouring rain. I finally got to it, but realized the top wasn't on. Cursing, I made my way to the back of the car to try and put the top on.

When I finally got it on, I struggled to open the door with my keys. But it was pretty hard to do, considering the pouring rain was making it harder for me to see clearly, and the freezing cold making my fingers stiff and wet. I was just about to get inside the car, when I heard a squeal. Whipping around, I saw Sonny slip on a puddle of water, and hit her head on the ground. My eyes widened, and I quickly ran to her.

She didn't move for a minute, and I had a scary feeling that she was dead. I shook her body and tried calling her name to wake her up. Sonny was completely limp, and still, and my heart was lurching out of my chest at the thought of her dying. I tried shaking her again, but she didn't move one bit. I was just about to give up when she started to groan, and move a little.

I sighed in relief to know she wasn't dead. Her back was to the ground, and her hand was trapped underneath her body. I tried to pull it out, but she winced in pain. I decided to leave it there, because I didn't want to injure her even more. She might have a twisted arm or something.

I looked around to see if anybody was there. They all had probably gone home by now, so it was just me and Sonny. I gently picked her up, and carried her to my car, placing her on the backseat. I strapped a seatbelt across her waist-she was lying down on the chairs-and then hopped into the driver's seat.

We arrived at the hospital, and I quickly ran inside with Sonny in my arms. The lady at the desk looked up when we entered, and her eyes widened. "You're Chad Dylan Cooper!"

I did a half roll with my eyes, and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, that's me. Star of the number one tween show…blah blah…look, can you just help her, please? She slipped and hit her head on the ground."

"Of course." The lady turned to the phone, and started dialing some numbers. She talked to someone for a while, then hung up the phone. "You can sit over there while you wait." She pointed to the waiting area, and I nodded.

"Okay, thanks." I turned to sit down at the waiting area, but I felt a tug on my arm holding me back. I turned back to the lady, who had a huge smile on her face, and a paper and pen.

"Before you go, could you sign this, please? I'm a big fan," she gushed. Curse me and my good looks.

"Ma'am, I don't think that's such a good idea," I said in the nicest voice I could manage. I looked down at Sonny, who was by now getting really heavy in my arms. "I don't think I should put Sonny down."

The woman looked down at Sonny and her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh! That's Sonny Monroe! When she wakes up, can I have her autograph?"

This time, I didn't even bother hiding my eye roll. I turned away from the woman, and sat down in an empty chair to wait for the doctor. Sonny was starting to stir in my arms, and her eyes fluttered open. But they were only half-open, and she was kind of squinting in a way.

She blinked, then looked at me curiously. "What…?" She didn't get to say anything else, because her head fell back down on my lap and she went unconscious again.

Thankfully, at that moment, the doctor came in and said he was ready for Sonny. He offered a gurney for her, but I told him I was fine with carrying her. I had to admit, she felt pretty soft and warm in my arms-even though we've both been out in the cold rain.

Once we got into the hospital room, I set Sonny down on the bed, and sat down in an empty chair beside it. The doctor stood on the other side of the hospital bed, and hovered above Sonny; examining her. He had a clipboard with him, and was tapping his pen on it.

"So, what happened, sir?" he asked professionally, turning to me.

"She slipped and bumped her head on the ground," I answered.

The doctor nodded, and put down his clipboard to feel Sonny's head. He cupped both of his hands around her head, and started to move around it. I saw him stop, and he nodded. "Mhm-hum…yes, I feel a bruise here. But I think that's it at most. She's just unconscious, and will probably wake up in a few minutes."

"Okay." I hoped I didn't sound too relieved; I didn't want him to think I cared for her.

He reached into a cupboard, and took out some medicine. "Give this to her when she wakes up. I have a feeling she's going to have a headache. This will help ease the pain." I took the medicine and stuffed it in my jacket pocket.

"Does she have anyone who takes care of her that I might want to call?" the doctor asked me. "Or are you the one taking care of her? Are you her boyfriend, or…?"

"No!" I replied quickly. "Uh…call her mom. Here's her home number." I showed him my cell phone that has Sonny's number on it, and he went away to call her mom.

As soon as the door closed, Sonny opened her eyes. I chuckled. "Were you pretending to be asleep the whole time?"

Sonny turned to me with a confused expression, then her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh! You're…you're…-"

"Chad Dylan Cooper," I said in a monotone voice, with a hint of confusion. What was wrong with her? This was exactly like when we first met. But it's been over a month ago, and she hates me now. Why was she acting exactly like a fan girl would?

Sonny smiled widely, and nodded excitedly. "Oh my gosh! I'm sitting next to Chad Dylan Cooper! You play Mackenzie on Mackenzie Falls!" Sonny closed her eyes and shrieked.

I furrowed my brows, and waved my hand in front of her face. "Uh…Sonny? What's wrong with you? We've already met and-"

"Oh my gosh! Chad Dylan Cooper knows my name!" she squealed. I stood up and shook her by the shoulders.

"Get a grip! What the heck is wrong with you?" I was starting to get annoyed at her. The doctor came back in, and smiled when he saw Sonny was awake.

"Oh, good. See? I told you she'll wake up," he said.

"But there's something wrong with her," I protested. "She's acting like we've never met before. She's acting like this is the first time that we've met, yet we've met over a month ago."

The doctor frowned, and walked to Sonny. "Tell me, Sonny. Do you remember anything that happened between the past two days?"

Sonny frowned and shook her head. "All I remember is that I got a call from Marshall Pike, asking me to join So Random. I think that was yesterday, right? And then me and my mom were both excited and jumping up and down. I also remember her telling me to go to bed because we're supposed to fly to L. A. today." Sonny looked around the room in confusion. "Where am I?"

I groaned. "Aw, man! You forgot about everything since that moment?" Then a thought hit me. "Which means…you need me to fill in all the empty spots…am I right?"

Sonny smiled. "Really, Chad Dylan Cooper? You'd do that for me?"

I sat on the edge of her bed. "Please, Sonny. Didn't I tell you to call me Chad?"

"Oh. I must've forgot. Okay, Chad." Sonny giggled. "It sounds like I've known you for years or something."

"Not years, but months," I answered. "You work for me, remember?"

Sonny frowned. "I thought I worked at So Random."

"Uh…they cancelled you. You were heartbroken, and I comforted you, then asked you to work for me, and you accepted. Don't you remember, Sonny?" I was having fun with this. Sonny losing her memory could be the best thing that has ever happened to me. Finally; I could control her now. I could tell her to do anything I want her to do, and she would compile. And best of all, no more stealing my loganberry smoothies.

"I g-guess so…" Sonny buried her face in her hands. "I don't remember a thing."

"It's alright," I said in a soft tone, rubbing her back. "I'll fill you in on everything. You can trust me."

Sonny looked up and smiled at me. "Thanks, Chad." She looked so innocent, that I almost felt guilty for manipulating her like this-almost. I had to remind myself how deadly she really is. This was my one chance to have her under my control, and I wasn't going to waste this opportunity. When would I be able to do this again?

"No problem," I answered. "What are friends for?" She smiled again, and reached over to give me a hug. I hugged her back immediately-almost reflexively. The doctor coughed, and we turned our attention to him.

"She should have her memory back in about two or three weeks," he said. "In the mean time, just keep doing what you're doing, and try to get her to remember again."

"Don't worry, Sonny," I assured her, "I'll help you remember everything. Promise."

A/N: It's kind of short-well, short for me, lol-but I plan to keep it that way. I don't really want to spend too much time on this, because of my other story. And like I said, it might be just a three-shot, or like a short story with five chapters or something. I had this idea a few weeks ago, and I thought it would be good for the channy day thing. So there you go. Review please!

And the loganberry smoothies thing-I just had to write something that Sonny would steal, and then I was scrolling down favorite authors list, and saw sonnycentral's name, and it made me think of loganberry smoothies, lol.