Only a short introduction to the Channy-based Cinderella story. Enjoy:

Chad Dylan Cooper had always liked Sonny Munroe. It was impossible to deny. Saying that Chad didn't like Sonny would be like saying naked mole rats have eyebrows.

Because they don't.

They're naked.

But, as tradition dictates, there is a fine line between love and hate, and Chad very much mistook his liking for loathing for a very long time. In fact, he may have just left it too long before figuring it all out. Because by the time he figured it out, he'd met somebody else.


"Stupid proms and stupid dresses and stupid dancing." Sonny stormed into the dressing room and collapsed onto the sofa in the middle of the room, burying herself under all of the costumes that were piled there.

Normally, Tawni would have ignored her, but on this occasion what Sonny was saying was practically sacrilegious.

"What's wrong with prom?" She turned around on her seat to face the pile of clothing that resembled what once may have been a small town girl from Wisconsin that had had her dreams answered when she was invited to join the cast of So Random! "I thought you were really looking forward to it!"

A large sigh erupted from underneath fabric. "Nobody's asked me! It was supposed to be the perfect night where I danced with the perfect boy and got drunk for the first time because I had too much of the perfectly spiked punch!"

Tawni nodded to herself. Of course Sonny didn't have a date; she wasn't nearly as pretty or funny as the queen of Tawnitown.

"Well, I guess you can have one of my leftovers, but they may be a bit broken up about not being able to go with me…" She went back to applying lip gloss and brushing her hair and all kinds of other girly stuff.

The clothes moved slightly and a few hats fell off the top. "But I want somebody who wantsto go with me."

Tawni shrugged. "Why d'ya have to be so darn picky?"

The clothes muttered something about having standards, and then piped up. "So who are you going with, then?"

Tawni flicked her hair and sang, "Pauli Adams from that Gladiator show."

If the clothes had eyes, they would have been rolling at this point, and he next words were swathed in sarcasm. "What. A. Catch."

As was the norm with the self-labelled star of So Random!, the sarcasm was ignored and replaced with a compliment.

"Oh, I know." In her excitement, she turned back to talk directly at the clothes. "And he promised to come fully clothed this time! No sandals!"

The clothes shuffled as a hand peeked out from under a feather boa and made a thumbs up. "Score!"

Tawni scoffed at the sad, sad clothes. "Tease if you will, but at least I have a date to the Studio prom! Lonely loser!"

The clothes gasped and retorted with, "Diva!"

Tawni grinned and stoked her hair. "Thanks."

Another sigh came from the pile of clothes, this time followed by a sniff.

Tawni couldn't handle crying; especially from people she knew who weren't acting at the time, so she hummed loudly just in case the waterworks started.

"What are you doing?" Either Sonny's voice had broken, or there was a teen heartthrob in the vicinity, asking condescending questions.

Tawni stopped humming, fluffed her hair and smacked her lips, before swivelling around on her stool. Her greyish-blue eyes fell upon a blonde, blue-eyed, muscular Chad Dylan Cooper.

She huffed and turned back around. "None of you're beeswax, Mackenzie." She turned around to see him still standing there. "What are you still doing here, Chad?"

The pile of clothes exploded at the mention of Chad's name, Sonny emerging with a purple bra slung over her shoulder and a yellow ad black striped sock on her head.

She span on the spot and pointed an accusing finger at Chad. "Aha!"

Chad looked bewildered.

"You're in our dressing room!" She said proudly, shaking the sock out of her hair and daintily throwing Tawni's bra onto her side of the room.

Chad's expression remained blank.

With a roll of her eyes, Sonny guffawed at his idiocy. "Do you not remember our little bet? I said you couldn't stay away from my dressing room for 48 hours, and you said you could, and I said 'wanna bet' and you said 'how's a week's servitude sound?', and I said 'just fine' and you said 'fine' and I said 'good' and you said–"

Tawni quickly interrupted the extended story. "Ok, we get it, you flirted, moving on."

Chad smirked. "I remember."

Joyous with victory, Sonny skipped a step closer, and sang, "You have to be my sla-ave! For a who-ole wee-eek!"

Chad stifled a laugh. "However, I'm not in your dressing room."

Sonny froze. "Yes you are."

Chad frowned and looked around. "I don't think I am…"

Getting desperate now, Sonny started bouncing on the spot. "Yes you are! You came through the door and now you're in my dressing room!"

Once again, Chad laughed at Sonny. He didn't know if she was kidding herself or if she was genuinely being slow.

"Sonny, Sonny, Sonny." He motioned to where he was standing. "I'm in Tawni's dressing room."

Realisation struck her face, and Sonny's shoulder's slumped. "No, no, no! That's not fair! We share this room; you're on her side, but…"

"But still…" Chad scoffed, "I'm not in your dressing room."

Sonny frowned. "Your smell is."

Chad gasped and took a step back in hurt, before exhaling heavily and retaliating. "I resent that! I shower three times a day, deodorise five times a day and refresh my breath with this handy mint pump-action spray."

He pulled out a tiny spray container from his pocket and held it just shy of the doorframe. After spraying it a few times in Sonny's general direction, he sniffed as if to make his point.

There was a moment of silence, before Sonny inhaled deeply, then feigned gagging at the non-existent scent in the air, apparently coming from Chad.

Angry now, he lashed out with his voice. "I do not smell!"

Sonny acted confused. "Well there's definitely something then…" She sniffed around, wincing at every breath. "Something really bad-smelling…"

Trying to pretend he wasn't, Chad inhaled deeply through his nose to catch a whiff of what Sonny was talking about.

Shrugging nonchalantly, Chad muttered, "I don't smell anything…"

Sonny sighed and thought for a moment. "Maybe it's just my side of the room, then?"

Chad frowned and sniffed Tawni's side, and then moved over to sniff Sonny's side. "I don't smell any difference per… son… a… Why are you looking at my like that?"

Sonny beamed up at Chad. "Where are you right now?"

Chad furrowed his eyebrows momentarily, before he realised exactly where he was. "You side."
Sonny pretended to be oblivious. "And what does that mean?"

Chad bit his lip, stopping himself from saying it, but mumbled something unintelligible.

Sonny leant her ear closer to him. "Sorry, what was that?"

With a glance at Sonny for pity, he relinquished and spoke up. "A week as your personal servant. Night and day, anything you want."

Sonny nodded slowly, a scheming grin reaching her smooth, pretty face. "Yes, indeed…"

Well, tell me what you think. Only a prologue, but hopefully it gave you a taste of more to come. Please review! Ly.