A/N: Hey everybody! HAPPY NEW YEAR! So this is a little two-shot I came up with the other night. I planned to write it and have it posted by New Year's Eve, but I didn't get a chance to with all the festivities. Plus, with all the fireworks and the hundreds of firecrackers going off, I couldn't hear myself think :P Anyway, this story is all from Sonny's POV, and I'm trying out a slightly different format. So, hope you like it!

Disclaimer: So, I still don't own SWAC, but my New Year's Resolution is to buy it! Man, I'm gonna have to get a bigger piggy bank...

Sonny POV

"Grady, what are you eating? !" I cried when I saw Grady putting a spoonful of lumpy, gray mush in his mouth.

He looked up at me and sighed. "This is today's lunch. Supposedly it's chicken and dumplings."

"It looks more like vomit." I wrinkled my nose in disgust as I eyed the gelatinous substance they were trying to pass off as food.

I took my seat at the Random table in the commissary without any food. After I saw what was on Grady's tray, I decided I wasn't so hungry anymore.

"Hey, guys!" Tawni greeted as she bounced into the commissary and sat with us.

Nico and Zora walked in a few seconds later, having a conversation about zombie games versus zombie-free games.

"I just don't see the point of a game that doesn't have any zombies," Zora said, taking her seat at the table.

"Yeah, I mean, shooting games are fun and all, but you get much more satisfaction from blowing the head off a zombie than from killing some random guy," Nico said, sitting down as well.

"What the heck is that? !" Nico exclaimed when he saw what Grady was still attempting to eat.

"Looks like something I found in the vents the other day. Can I keep it?" Zora asked happily.

"So, what's everyone up to tonight?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"I'm going to the hottest party in town!" Tawni chirped excitedly.

"And Nico and I are waiting in line for the new Zombie Smashers game. It doesn't come out until tomorrow, but everyone's getting in line tonight. It's gonna be AWESOME!" Grady exclaimed, high-fiving Nico.

I've never seen two people more excited to wait in a line, I thought.

"What's everyone so excited about?" Zora asked. "It's only Friday night."

That earned a unanimous gasp from everyone else.

"Just a Friday night? ! It's New Year's Eve!" Tawni cried, seeming offended.

"Oh, that," Zora waved her hand dismissively.

"What do you mean 'that'? !" Tawni demanded.

"I don't keep track of years and months. I live on a day-to-day basis," Zora shrugged.

"How do you remember birthdays and holidays?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"The same way I remembered New Year's Eve. I just wait until someone mentions it. And since people talk nonstop about upcoming events, I'm golden," she grinned.

"You have a point," I laughed.

"Well, It's about time one of you did," someone behind me said.

I would recognize that arrogant voice anywhere.

"You're right, Chad. I mean, if we didn't, who would?" I smirked turning around to face him.

"Ha, ha," he scowled.

"What do you want, Chad?" Tawni asked, rolling her eyes.

"Certainly not the sludge in that bowl," he wrinkled his nose in disgust as he looked at Grady's "lunch".

"It can't look that much different from your brain, so what's the problem?" I grinned.

"Anyway," he shot a glare at me, "I am going to Condor Studios' New Year's Eve party, and I've been 'asked' to invite you," he rolled his eyes, air-quoting "asked".

"Did they threaten to make you lose your job, or your giant supply of hair gel?" I asked.

"Th-that's just... none of your business!" he said.

"It's totally the hair gel," I said to Tawni.

"Oh, yeah, well... shut up!" he exclaimed.

"Both of you shut up!" Tawni said with exasperation. "Chad, we'll be there. Come on, guys," she stood up and beckoned Zora, Nico, and Grady to follow her.

"But what about Zombie Smashers? !" Nico cried.

"Would you rather have a video game, or your job?" Tawni asked as the four of them walked out the door.

I stood up as well, and when I began to walk out, I felt Chad's hand on my arm.

"What, Chad?" I asked, spinning around to face him.

"There's another reason I invited you," he said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Um," he glanced around, "let's go somewhere more private."

"Fine," I sighed.

He led me out the door and through the halls.

After we had walked silently for a while (which is very unusual for us), we arrived at Chad's dressing room.

He opened the door and gestured for me to walk inside, glancing around nervously to make sure no one was looking.

Once I was inside, he closed the door behind himself and turned to me.

"What's up, Chad?" I asked, wondering what was so secret that he couldn't say it in public.

"Well, there's a tradition in my family on New Year's Eve. it's been going on for, like, a century," he said.

"And?" I urged him to go on.

"And it involves kissing. A girl. Before midnight," he said, looking uncomfortable.

"Before midnight? Don't you normally kiss someone at midnight?" I asked.

"Yeah, normally. But it has something to do with my ancestors and some long story that I didn't really pay attention to. Basically it says that I have to kiss a girl sometime today."

"Okay, so what does this have to do with me?"

"Uh, well, I don't have anyone to kiss," he said, rocking back and forth nervously.

"Are you asking me to let you kiss me?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah, pretty much," he shrugged.

"Why don't you just tell your parents you kissed someone?"

"Are you saying I should lie to my parents?" he asked, seeming shocked. "Chad Dylan Cooper is many things, but a liar is not one of them."

"I'm glad to hear that," I smiled.

"So you'll help me out?" he asked hopefully.

"I would love to, but I really don't want to kiss you."

"Well, I asked you nicely. Now you leave me no choice. It's time to turn on the CDC charm," he popped his collar.

"Oh, really," I raised an eyebrow.

"Yep. Before midnight tonight, you'll be begging me to kiss you."

"Good luck with that," I laughed, walking to the door.

He opened the door for me and smiled. "See you later," he winked.

"You're gonna have to do better than that," I smiled, not letting him know that my heart was beating faster.

"Don't worry, I will," he smirked.

"So then I said he was gonna have to do better than that, and he said he would. Can you believe him? !" I exclaimed after telling Tawni the whole story.

"Seems to me like he just wants to kiss you," Tawni shrugged, looking through her closet in our dressing room.

"No way! It's just for his family," I insisted.

"Uh-huh, whatever you say," she smiled knowingly. "So which dress should I wear tonight?" she asked, holding out two dresses.

"The one on the left," I said, not even looking. It didn't matter which one I chose, she'd wear the one she wanted.

"The one on the right is perfect! Thanks, Sonny!" she said.

"What do you think Chad's gonna do to 'charm' me?" I asked.

"I dunno. Flowers, maybe?"

Just then the intercom said, "Miss Monroe, please report to the main desk. We have a delivery for you."

"You don't think-" I began.

"Chad sent it?" Tawni finished. "Probably," she shrugged. "Which shoes?"

"The blue ones," I said, already on my way out the door.

"Yep, definitely the pink ones. Thanks again!" she called.

"No problem!"

*Five Minutes Later*

"Look at this!" I cried, setting a giant basket of sunflowers down on the couch.

"Wow, Chad really went all-out," she said. "Hey, there's a card." She took a small card off of the basket.

"What does it say?" I asked anxiously. "Uh, not that I care."

"Right," she smiled. "It says: Dear Sonshine, I hope you like these sunflowers. I know they're your favorite. I can't wait to see you tonight. Very sincerely yours, Chad Dylan Cooper."

"Did he just call me 'Sonshine'? !" I asked frantically, feeling my heart speed up.

"Yep. Girl, you're in for it," she teased.

"I am not!" I protested. "He's just going for the 'CDC charm'. There's no way he means that stuff."

"How did he know sunflowers are your favorite then?"

"Uh, he probably... called my mom! Yeah, that's it!" I said, more to myself than Tawni.

"Suuure."

"I'm gonna prove it! I'll go ask him right now!" I said.

"Oh, wait, which-"

"Pink!" I called on my way out the door.

"Yes, absolutely orange!"

"Okay, Chad. What's with the flowers?" I demanded after I stormed into his dressing room.

"Oh, they showed up. How'd you like them?" he asked sweetly.

"That doesn't matter!"

"So you liked them?" he prodded.

"Chad, how did you know sunflowers are my favorite?" I asked, trying to stay focused.

It was really hard to pay attention with those blue eyes gazing at me.

"Remember when we went on that group trip to the park?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"When we saw all the flowers, you said they were pretty, but you prefer sunflowers."

"I don't remember that," I said, trying to think about that trip.

"And after you said that, I said you probably liked them because they reminded you of a big wheel of cheese, and then you said I should like them too because they'd remind me of my big ego."

"Oh, yeah," I said, finally remembering it.

"Not one of your best insults," he chuckled.

"Chad, you remembered something I said months ago that even I didn't remember?" I asked, touched.

"Well, yeah," he shrugged.

"That might be the sweetest thing I've ever heard," I smiled.

"Did you expect anything less?" He popped his collar.

"And that might be the most conceited," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Sorry, momentary relapse. Back to the charm," he joked.

"Woooow," I said. "I want to ask you one more thing."

"Anything," he smiled.

"Where did the 'Sonshine' thing come from?"

"I'm not really sure," he admitted. "I started to write 'Sonny', but I wrote 'Sonshine' instead. I thought it suited you well, so I just left it."

"Oh," I said, a little taken aback by the blunt honesty. I expected some sort of lame story that he made up. "Uh, thank you."

"No problem, Sonshine." He grinned. "It really does suit you," he said, taking my hand in both of his.

"Uh, uh, uh," I stuttered, not quite sure what to do. I just stood there and tried not to blush.

I don't think I did a very good job, because he smirked and said, "See you tonight."

"Uh, yeah, tonight. I'll, uh, see you later," I said, quickly pulling my hand free and rushing out the door. I didn't know where I was going, I just knew I needed to get out of there. FAST.

I ended up back at my dressing room, and I told Tawni everything that happened.

"Huh," she said after hearing the whole story.

" 'Huh'? That's all you got? 'Huh'? ! Tawni, what am I going to do? His stupid charm is working!" I exclaimed.

"Maybe it's not his charm that's working," she said, fixing her hair in her vanity mirror.

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe you're just finally realizing that you like him."

"WHAT? !" I cried, jumping up from the couch.

That was probably a bit much, but she needed to realize how ridiculous that suggestion was.

"Puh-lease. You two flirt every day!" she scoffed.

"What? !" I yelled again.

"Yeah, all your little fights you have all the time."

"Tawni, that's not flirting, that's actually fighting!"

"Look." She turned around to face me. "I know relationships. And even though you may not fully realize it, every time you fight with Chad, you're just making an excuse to talk to him and get his attention. And the only reason you want his attention is because you LIKE HIM," she said matter-of-factly.

"Uh-uh, there is no way I like Chad. Why would I want his attention? He's just a big jerk! No, there's absolutely no way I like him. None at all," I insisted. Then I stopped and thought about it. "I think."

A/N: All right, that's part one. I should have part two up tomorrow or the day after. Please review and tell me what you thought about the format and everything! Remember, writing reviews will bring you good luck in the new year :P