DISCLAIMER:
Me: Oh, Mackenzie. Why won't you believe me?
Mackenzie: Because. You've lied to me before. And I just don't know *dramatic look to the side* if I can trust you anymore.
Me: Please! I'm telling you the truth, Mackenzie. I was the one who gave you the thousand dollar watch.
Mackenzie: *Gasp* Lies! It was Chloe. The note was in her handwriting.
Me: Okay, fine. I lied. But it's just so hard to not lie to you, Mackenzie. I have this uncontrollable need to cause drama when I'm around you. But now *pause* I must tell you the truth.
Mackenzie: *Looks at me expectantly*
Me: I DON'T OWN SONNY WITH A CHANCE OR ANY OF IT"S CHARACTERS OR ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH IT! IT"S ALL DISNEY'S!
Mackenzie: NO!
Me: Yes! Now good-bye, Mackenzie. I must go. The story calls to me! *runs away dramatically*
Grady With a Chance of Sonny
Hand in hand, they walked into a Commissary. Big sappy smiles were plastered on their face. Ignoring the wondering stares around them, the couple made their way to the food line. The lunch lady was so shocked she didn't realize that she handed them a silver platter with lobster drowning in butter. To the table they went, gazing into each others eyes the whole way.
From the outside, they looked like two teenagers in love. Maybe they were. Who knows?
Only those two, that's for sure.
The only thing everyone else knew was that Chad Dylan Cooper walked in just as Grady leaned over to whisper in Sonny's ear.
"Everyone's staring at us." Grady whispered, his hot breath hitting Sonny's cheek.
"I know, sweetie. Isn't that what you wanted?" Sonny replied, stretching her smile as tight as she could.
Grady smiled, turning back to his food, "Oh yeah."
Sonny suppressed a grimace as she watched Grady attack his food. Ladies and gentlemen, my boyfriend. She thought wryly.
Scanning the commissary one more time, Sonny's eyes settled on Chad, standing in th doorway. He was staring straight back at her.
What was that in his eyes? She wondered. Shock? Hurt? Jealousy? She thought hesitantly. No. I must be imagining things.
Chad noticed her watching him, and started to smirk. Walking over to them, he made sure to keep in control, "Well, what have we got here?" He asked cockily.
Grady coughed up some lobster. Chad looked at him with obvious distaste. Quickly recovering, Grady put his arm around Sonny, with her head resting on his shoulder, "We have me and my new girlfriend, Sonny. Sitting together eating some lobster."
"Is that so?" Chad asked edgily. He stared straight into Sonny's eyes, "How long have you been together?"
Grady started to speak, but Sonny jumped in, "It happened lat night. We were coming up with sketches for next weeks show and…well maybe it was just the fact that all our ideas involved couples, but I don't think that was it. Laughs were shared, and one thing led to another…" Sonny paused, looking at Grady with adoration, "He said he'd had feelings for me since I joined the show, and naturally I felt the same way. Then he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend and I said yes."
By the end of Sonny's story, Chad looked disgusted, while Grady gaped, "Wow, Sonny. That was a great story. I could never have come up with such a-"
"Now what do you want, Chad?" Sonny cut Grady off by squeezing his arm.
"I just wanted to see what was going on. I mean after all, I am the Chad Dylan Cooper. I know everything." He stated, straightening his collar.
Sonny rolled her eyes, "Sure you do. Now if you don't mind," she stood up and tugged Grady with her, "My Grady-Wady and I have to get to rehearsal."
"But you're rehearsal isn't for another half-hour." Chad challenged, rising as well.
Sonny thought for a moment, "Well…we're rehearsing…for rehearsal. Yeah that's it. Now if you'll excuse us. Good-bye." Sonny practically pulled Grady away.
Once behind the closed doors of the commissary, Sonny dropped Grady's arm like it was on fire, "Great job, Sonny. I think everyone believed us." Grady told her.
Sonny patted Grady's shoulder, "What are friends for? I'm happy to help. Now, remind me again, why we need to do this?"
Grady sighed, "Tween Weekly recently printed an article about actors and their dating history. Since, you know…I've never actually had a girlfriend they said they're waiting for me to…come out. Of the closet." He added.
"Right." Sonny said, "But, wait, why don't you just tell them you're not gay?"
"Sonny," Grady said, exasperated, "Santiago Horaldo won't believe that unless I have proof I've got a girlfriend. That's the whole reason I need your help."
"I understand. But you know Grady, it's okay that you don't have a girlfriend. Someday you'll find that special someone." Sonny smiled encouragingly.
"You think?" He asked bashfully.
"I really do."
"Thanks, Sonny. You're the best fake girlfriend ever." Grady said.
Sonny flipped her hair mockingly, "Well, thank you. I have been told my fake-dating skills are quite extraordinary."
"Who's told you that?" Grady asked, genuinely interested.
Sonny paused, her eyes wide, "You know I think we're late for rehearsal." She speeded off, with Grady calling after her.