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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sonny With a Chance. However, if you own it, feel free to sell it to me! And by sell, I mean for free, of course…

Sonny's POV

Oh my gosh, are you kidding me? You have got to be kidding me! Please tell me that you are kidding me! Okay, you get it; I am hoping that you are kidding. I have a good excuse! I mean, I am on a comedy show, for Pete's sake! So Random! jokes all of the time! But this has nothing to do with my show, or sketches, or my cast! It concerns only one person. That certain person that always is involved when something in my life goes wrong. That's right, you guessed it.

Chad Dylan Cooper.

What I just recently learned is that Chad Dylan Pooper just got a part in a movie. I know that this has happened before, but this one actually matters. Last time I was thinking he was acting so completely… well… Chad-ish! The first time, he got the role of a mail-boy that worked in a high-powered law firm. He was being his usual egotistical self and thinking that the entire movie depended on CDC's performance and portrayal, so he followed the So Random! mail carrier, Josh, around. I just found it funny because he was bragging about how it was a—and I quote—'small but crucial role'. Last time, my cast and I laughed at the whole thing behind his back—maybe in front of him, too—because he didn't even have any lines! Ooh, you handed a guy an envelope! You've won an Oscar! But now he has an excuse to act all high-and-mighty. He got the lead.

Don't ask me how it happened. I have no idea. If I had any say in the matter, I'd have it published that he is the Worst Actor of Our Generation. Chad is so cheesy! Maybe he should be the Cheesiest Actor of Our Generation. He and everyone else at The Falls are completely melodramatic. It's not called acting, it's called being silly. And it's not the good kind of silly that my cast and I do, but the bad kind that is just plain stupid!

It almost goes against my nature to call someone stupid—almost. I thought no one could ever be 'stupid'. Maybe a little erratic, but never stupid. I've always believed that it was mean to call someone that. Then I met Chad Dylan Cooper. Things change.

Anyways, sorry, I am starting to ramble. The point is, Chad got the lead. Now he has an actual reason to go around acting like the King of the Studio—correction, King of the World. He degrades us more than ever now! And the worst part is, whenever we—mainly I—try to defend ourselves, Chad uses the same line every time. "Well," he always sneers, "at least I'm in a movie."

As if he didn't have enough to rant about already! Stupid Chad with his stupid #1 show and stupid deep blue eyes and stupid perfectly golden hair and stupid smile that makes me stop breathing and… and…

No! No! Stop it! Bad Sonny!

What was I saying before I got absorbed in Chad's stupidness? Oh, yeah! Now he's swaggering around the studio even smugger than before. Who would have even known that was possible? And Chad, being the jerkthrob that he is and loving to annoy me, rubs it in my face the most out of anyone. We can't even have a normal conversation without him bringing it up! Well, when I really think about it, we can't have a normal conversation in the first place without fighting and breaking out the 'fine!'s and the 'good!'s.

And yes, you heard me right. I said fighting, not flirting. Gosh, I hate it when people and all of the tabloids—mainly Tween Weekly—say that! We are not flirting! Why in the world would I want to flirt with someone like him? Chad cares about no one but himself! I mean, seriously, how can you not be totally self-absorbed if you name yourself the Greatest Actor of Our Generation? Could you get any more conceited? No.

And you know what else drives me insane that he does on purpose to torture me? He won't even tell us what movie he's starring in, or where it's filming, or when it's filming, or anything about his character. Only his loyal cast of drama snobs knows what's going on, and it's not like they're going to tell me anything. The rest of my cast doesn't particularly care what role he got, only that he's acting like Jerkzilla. Chad seems to know that, too, and takes time out of his 'oh-so busy schedule' to strut over to Stage 3 and aggravate me a bit more. I don't know why he gets such a thrill out of bugging me. He definitely does it to me more than Tawni, or Nico, or Grady, or Zora! I guess it's partly my fault since I react to it and give him satisfaction, but I can't help it! Chad is just so infuriating!

I am sitting in the Commissary right now eating my lunch. I've started making my lunch now and brown-bagging it instead of eating the scarf and barf that they serve here. Well, serve to us, anyway. Mackenzie Falls gets stakes and lobsters, of course. Which, by the way, Chad reminds me of daily. He just started laughing at me once he saw that I started bringing lunch instead of trying to digest the ick-on-a-stick.

Oh, look, here comes the King now. And, like predicted, he's coming over here to bug us (mainly me). I just know that he calls us his Court Jesters behind our backs, I know it!

"Here he comes," Nico rolled his eyes. "Mr. Big-shot has entered the room."

"Chip Drama Pants should leave us alone if we just stay quiet and don't move," Grady whispered, freezing like a statue in his chair. What did he think this was, a safari ride? "Just let him talk with Sonny and we can get it over with."

"What?!" I demanded. "Why do you think that he came over here to talk to me?" Everyone's heads turned in my direction, eying me skeptically. Zora raised her eyebrows in a pointed manner. "Okay, okay, that was a dumb question," I admitted, shrugging. I sighed and prepared myself for my daily tirade from Chad.

"Hello, Randoms," Chad said in a degrading tone. Then, as usual, his full attention was focused on me. That alone was enough to annoy me. He just completely blocks them out and pretends like they don't exist. How rude! He put his left hand against the edge of the table and leans coolly, smirking at me. He flipped his blonde hair from his blue eyes and watched me with what was obviously pity. Stupid, cocky Chad!

"What do you want, Chad?" I asked coldly, giving him my best glare. "I'm kind of busy here."

"With what? Talking about how you wish your show had viewers?" Chad asked me. I could see where this was going. The hand holding my fork twisted into a fist. This, of course, egged him on. "Or is it the fact that you wish you were in a movie? You know, on the big screen? Suggestion:" Chad said smugly, putting his other hand on my shoulder. "There's no use in having dreams that will never come true."

"Hey!" I defended myself, turning in my chair to face him fully. "I came all the way over from Wisconsin to be on my favorite TV show. I was just a normal girl with a dream like millions of other people out there, and it came true!"

"Sounds more like a curse than a blessing to me," he snorted. "You got stuck on So Random!"

"Well, I'd rather be on So Random! than be turned into an egotistical snob on Mackenzie Falls."

"And look at you, sitting here and dissing my career. And you call me a snob!"

I rolled my eyes and turned back to my food, ignoring him. Two could play at that game. If there was one thing that Chad Dylan Cooper couldn't stand, it was being ignored. I could see Chad scowl out of the corner of my eye. I smiled to myself. Maybe now I understand why Chad loves to annoy me. This is fun!

"Okay, okay, fine," Chad said airily, holding his hands up innocently, "ignore me. Don't listen to me. Pretend like I'm not here. I guess I just assumed that you'd want to hear the role I'm playing in my movie."

What did he say? Is he finally gonna tell me? I spun around in my chair, a huge smile on my face.

"Really?" I asked excitedly, almost bouncing up and down in my seat. "Who is it? What's the movie called? Is it an action movie? Ooh, what about something supernatural? Oh, Chad, are you doing a comedy?!"

Chad raised his eyebrows at me and gave me a 'you-are-insane' look. I hate it when he gives me those!

"Uh, no," he said cockily, adjusting the collar of his jacket. "Me? Do a comedy? Are you kidding? Oh, what do you know, you actually are kind of funny." My toothy grin disappeared as soon as it had come with his last jab. "No, Munroe, it's a supernatural romance." He said the last part with splendor, gazing dramatically into the middle distance.

"Ooh," Tawni said, clapping her hands together. "A supernatural romance! Who's your co-star?"

"The only lady who is fit to play love-interest to the great CDC," Chad told us, though it seemed like he was mostly talking to me. Who's this so-called 'only lady fit' to be in a romance with Chad? My scowl deepened. "Faith Gore."

This time, everyone at our table gasped. Did he just say Faith Gore? No way! She is amazing! She is like Ashley Tisdale, Hayden Panettiere, and Sandra Bullock combined! She's probably the most famous eighteen year-old in Hollywood right now!

"Ohmigosh, Faith Gore! I love her!" I screamed, not caring how smug Chad looked right now. I am so excited!

"She is one of the most fashionable people I know!" Tawni squealed. "Besides me," she quickly added.

"Whoa, Faith Gore," Nico and Grady sighed in unison, looking at each other.

"Yeah, I know, I know," Chad bragged, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He cocked his head to the side and looked up at the ceiling, imitating his Falls poster. "Is she a lucky girl or what?"

I turned from my excited friends, watching him suspiciously. I could detect an underlying meaning besides just 'she is lucky to have me in her presence'. I can also tell that he meant for me to hear. I am probably going to regret asking this, but…

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you didn't know?" Chad asked innocently, his voice going higher with his self-superiority. "Faith and I have a kissing scene."

Excuse me? What?!

Did he just say kissing scene? As in, K-I-S-S-I-N-G? The same kissing that means pressing your lips together in a romantic way to show your passion and emotion? Please tell me that there is a meaning to the word 'kissing' that I have never heard before!

"Ah," was all I could say, my voice going an octave higher. Dang it!

Chad smiled, crossing his arms and looking a little happier than what suits him. Yep, that was the plan from the beginning. The punch line. And I was stupid enough to fall right into his trap. Chad was waiting to see what my reaction would be. Wait, why would he care what I thought about a kissing scene? Oh yeah, I was the only girl to be Chad's co-star and not fall in love with him.

"Aw, jealous, Sonny?" Chad asked, tilting his head to the side and giving me that heart-stopping look. No way, Chad! I'm not falling into your dumb 'get lost in my eyes' trick! You have played that card one too many times!

"Pffft! Me? Jealous! Ha ha, oh, Chad…" I laughed, keeping my voice abnormally low in case it tried to betray me again. I just have a weird voice that gets high at the wrong times! I don't care what Selena Gomez says, it does not get high when I'm in denial!

"Uh huh, uh huh, sure," Chad said dubiously, obviously not buying it. "Gosh, I just sure hope I don't mess up. Because then we'd have to film it over, and over, and over, and over…"

That's it! I can't take it! Chad with his stupid show and stupid movie and stupid love-interest! Faith Gore is drop-dead gorgeous just in case you didn't know, so that doesn't help matters. So, as calmly as I could (which wasn't very), I grabbed the remains of my lunch, stomped over to the trashcan, and practically crushed my trash into the garbage mound. I knew people—including Chad and my cast mates—were staring at me, but I didn't care. You know, I just realized something.

I really don't like Faith Gore!

After a well-run rehearsal, Tawni and I decided to just lounge around in our dressing room for the remainder of the day. I sat down on our leopard-print couch, taking out my phone and playing an application. I kept losing and the enemy plane kept blowing up mine because I couldn't focus. My mind was somewhere else completely.

The worst part is, I must have looked pretty distant if Tawni took enough time to look away from her mirror and notice me. She sighed, flipping her hair over her shoulder and turning to face me, looking annoyed. It's not like I called out her name and forced her to look away from her reflection! Tawni seems to think otherwise.

"Oh, Sonny," she rolled her eyes, playing with her Coco-Moco-Coco lipstick, "when are you going to fix your problem?"

"Problem?" I asked, trying to sound oblivious. I ignored the crashing sound my phone made as a bomb collided with my plane. "What problem? What makes you think I have a problem? I don't have a problem!"

"Oh, please, stop trying to hide it, Sonny! I've known from the second you stomped out of the cafeteria." I continued to look lost. "You're jealous!" she groaned, throwing her hands in the air.

"I—I am not jealous," I told her, laughing more than I should have. "Just because Chad got a part in a movie that happens to be a romance and his co-star is one of the prettiest girls in Hollywood and they happen to have… a kissing scene doesn't mean I'm jealous!"

Tawni sighed, getting out of her vinyl stool and putting her hand on my shoulder. She flipped her hair over her shoulder again, but this time I think it was out of frustration.

"Sonny," she began, "as the world knows, I am pretty." Oh, I should have known the conversation would turn to her sooner or later. Good! That's where I want it. Anywhere but me and Chad. "And I am falling for your 'I do not care' act as much as Chad is. The look on your face at lunch said it all."

"Tawni—"

"No, Sonny, I am talking! I am pretty, so that means I am smart. I am smart enough to tell that you don't like the idea of Faith Gore getting cuddly with Chad. Here is a—what's it called? Oh, yeah—formula that you need to learn. Tawni + pretty=genius!"

I grinned to myself. She just opened a whole new window for discussion, one that had nothing to do with Chad.

"Really?" I asked skeptically. "Tawni, I've always known you were pretty, but I didn't think you were Einstein."

"Who?"

"Exactly! Right there! See, a genius would know who Einstein is."

"I know who Eyelinstein is!" she said disdainfully.

"It's Einstein."

"Einstein is!" she corrected herself without pause. She folded her arms over her chest. "He's that old guy with frizzy hair and horrible skin!"

"That's not what he's known for, Tawni," I shook my head. I stood up, crossing my arms, too.

"Who cares what he's known for? He needed a makeover!"

"You know, I bet you've never even read a book," I taunted, pushing the subject further and further away from the jerkthrob on Stage 2.

"Have so," Tawni countered.

"Tween Weekly doesn't count."

She scowled. "You know what? I'll prove to you, I'll prove to everybody just how smart I can be!" she said haughtily, standing up straighter, trying to look smart. "I'm not just some dumb blonde! Tawni Hart is pretty and intelligent!"

"Yeah, that's right!" I encouraged. I was gonna take this a step farther. "I bet that you can't finish reading a book by the end of this week! And it has to have at least one hundred and fifty pages."

"One hundred and fifty?!" she repeated incredulously. Then she quickly recovered. "One hundred and fifty. Pffft, I can do that. No problem!"

"Okay," I nodded, satisfied. "But just to make sure you don't cheat…" I grabbed a completely random book off of the bookshelf I had recently put by my vanity. "Here you go!" I have no idea what book I just handed her.

"Twilight," Tawni read the cover aloud, holding the book like it was covered in dirt. "Uh, okay, Sonny! Be prepared to eat your words, because Tawni Hart is always right!"

"Uh huh," I smiled, going back to the couch and pulling out my cell phone again. I watched Tawni out of the corner of my eye as she opened the book timidly, holding it far away from her face. I saw her read the summary. When the critics said it was a story with bite, she didn't take it literally, did she?

Then, my newest distraction was taken from my attention as my phone buzzed. I quickly hit the 'read' button for my text message. If it made any noise at all, Tawni would look up and go right back to talking about Chad again. But Chad seemed to be taking care of Tawni's job while she was off duty. The second I opened the text, I regretted it.

From: Chad Dylan Cooper

Send to: 555-8727

Hey, Munroe. Still upset about my news from 2day?

~CDC

I groaned internally, as not to distract Tawni. I quickly typed a reply.

Reply to: 555-8727; Chad Dylan Cooper

No, Chad, I was never upset. You r just delusional enough 2 think that.

~*Sonny*~

It was only about six seconds after I hit send that a reply came.

From: Chad Dylan Cooper

Send to: 555-8727

Denial doesn't suit you, Sonny.

~CDC

I pursed my lips. What is it with everyone and saying I'm in denial? Hear this, okay? I am not in denial—which, I know, makes it sound like I am in denial, but I'm not. So, there.

Reply to: 555-8727; Chad Dylan Cooper

I AM NOT IN DENIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~*Sonny*~

I typed furiously in all caps. He deserved to be cyber-yelled at! Maybe it will downsize that ego that's so huge I'm surprised that he can fit through any doorways. My phone vibrated.

From: Chad Dylan Cooper

Send to: 555-8727

And there it is again. Denying that you're in denial. You got it bad… :D

Plus, no need to yell at me! The Greatest Actor of Our Generation deserves better treatment, u no. Don't go diva on me again, Munroe.

~CDC

Reply to: 555-8727; Chad Dylan Cooper

U no, the real question is why you are so determined to prove that I am in denial, Cooper.

~*Sonny*~

The funny thing was, he didn't respond to this one for about a minute or so. Ha ha!

From: Chad Dylan Cooper

Send to: 555-8727

Admit you're jealous. The look on your face lunch was priceless! $ $ $

~CDC

I smirked to myself.

Reply to: 555-8727; Chad Dylan Cooper

You didn't answer my question, Chad. :-

~*Sonny*~

Now, he didn't reply for about two more minutes on this one. I was starting to think he had just stopped texting me, then my screen illuminated with his ID and picture.

From: Chad Dylan Cooper

Send to: 555-8727

Y shud Chad Dylan Cooper have to answer 2 u?!

~CDC

Seriously? Is that the best he could come up with?

Reply to: 555-8727; Chad Dylan Cooper

Well, y shud Sonny Munroe have to answer to the Cheesiest Actor of Our Generation?

~*Sonny*~

From: Chad Dylan Cooper

Send to: 555-8727

Bcz Chad Dylan Cooper commands u 2! As for the title—lies! All lies!

~CDC

Reply to: 555-8727; Chad Dylan Cooper

Srry, I am a horrible liar, Chad. I can't tell you I am in denial without lying.

~*Sonny*~

From: Chad Dylan Cooper

Send to: 555-8727

Fine, b that way.

~CDC

Reply to: 555-8727; Chad Dylan Cooper

Fine!

~*Sonny*~

From: Chad Dylan Cooper

Send to: 555-8727

Good!

~CDC

Reply to: 555-8727; Chad Dylan Cooper

Good!

~*Sonny*~

From: Chad Dylan Cooper

Send to: 555-8727

Fine!

~CDC

Reply to: 555-8727; Chad Dylan Cooper

Fine!

~*Sonny*~

From: Chad Dylan Cooper

Send to: 555-8727

Good!

~CDC

Reply to: 555-8727; Chad Dylan Cooper

Good and goodbye!

~*Sonny*~

That was Chad's warning not to reply. He usually listens to me—at least for ten minutes. Then he texts back with 'good!' or 'fine!'. And sometimes, when he really wants to aggravate me, he will call. But I beg that he won't call. Then Tawni will hear!

A/N: Please review so the hours I stayed up typing this won't go to waste! You know what's weird? I feel guilty guilt-tripping you…

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