Disclaimer: I'm not sure why I even bother. I don't own Sonny with a Chance. Kapeesh?

Well, as you can probably tell, I'm in a writing mood today. So I decided to write a one shot and see what happens. Hope you like it.

Of Stickers and Smiley Faces

Chad walked down the hall, wondering what Sonny was up to. See, any other day he would just barge right in, but he had heard that Sonny was playing with stickers today, and though he would love to see that, Portlyn had bet him 5 bucks he couldn't last the day without seeing her. So this was for his reputation. But he knew she had set this up so it was today. Today!

He stopped at Sonny's dressing room when he heard her giggle, but forced himself not to go in. I mean, you wouldn't think a girl could be so innocent and sweet, but I mean, come on, trying to hate Sonny was like trying to hate a puppy. And Chad Dylan Cooper was no puppy shover.

Finally, when the laughter inside was becoming too enticing for him to bear, he meant to leave. But instead he found himself barging in, much to his disappointment. That feeling was quickly forgotten as he saw Sonny, laying on the floor, stickers all over her face and smiley faces on a giant sheet of paper.

She looked up smiling, but saw him and sighed. "Chad, I'm in a good mood. Can you go away?"

He would never tell her how much that hurt. Instead, he put on a cocky smile and addressed her. "Oh Sonny, are you saying I can't stay? You should know me by now. Now I have to stay!"

She rolled her eyes. "Then the least you could do is come draw smiley faces with me!"

He rolled his eyes but plopped down next to her. "No way, Monroe. Frowny faces are more my thing."

Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. "Figures you would think that, Mr. Dramatic!"

He gasped mockingly. "What? I am not dramatic!" Not even he could stop the chuckles from escaping from his mouth.

Finally, they calmed down and began to draw. Every time he drew a frowny face, Sonny scribbled over it.

After the tenth frowny face killing, he snapped. "You know, you're such a mass murderer! The frowny faces did absolutely nothing to you!"

She gasped. "Well, excuse me for wanting the world to be happy for once! I mean, I have to be the opposite of you, right? Why can't the world be happy?"

He snapped. "Because you can't always have what you want, Sonny. Sometimes, things don't work out! Like when the girl you are in love with hates your guts!" It escaped before he could stop it.

Sonny's expression softened. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He rolled his eyes. "No, thank you. Besides, why do you care, you hate me. Oops." It slipped.

Her eyes widened. "Wait….."

He sighed. "Fine! Yes, it's true, Sonny, I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you! But it doesn't matter. Because you hate me!" He spit it out with such malice that Sonny had to do a double take. Wow. He was serious.

"Really?" was all she could say.

He nodded. Slowly, as if asking, she brought her lips to his. Wow. When they pulled away, she grinned at him. "You know, I think I like frowny faces better."