Swac story

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"Well, miss, I have been considering your request to own Sonny with a chance."

"Yes?"

"And, so you know, you now own it!"

"Yes!" Then I suddenly woke up with a jolt. I jumped up and did a victory dance around my room. Then it hit me. It was all a dream. I don't own Sonny with a chance.

This is my first fanfic, so please R&R, Multi-chapter.

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Sonny's POV

I walked into my dressing room, after a tiring day of rehearsals. To my surprise, I found a little piece of paper sitting on my table.

Sonny,

Fine!

C.D.C.

I nearly died laughing. This was another short continuation of one of our fights from earlier today. And I would never admit this to anybody, but I actually got a little sick of our daily fights. I sometimes wondered why we couldn't just all be friends.

But in a weird way, the world just wouldn't be the same if Mackenzie Falls and So Random! actually got along.

Tawni claims I only want us to get along so badly because I like Chad. But I think that's the dumbest thing she's ever said, to be honest. I mean, come on, me liking C had would be like saying that Tawni hates Coco Moco Coco lipstick. Basically, it's ridiculous.

So anyway, I was getting ready to go grab some dinner, and then head home. I didn't usually eat dinner here, but I honestly didn't feel like cooking anything tonight.

I walked into the cafeteria and bumped right into none other than Chad Dylan Cooper himself.

"Sonny."

"Chad." I swept by him angrily, because I wasn't really in the mood for one of our usual fights. I watched him go up to Brenda and smile.

"The usually, please," he said charmingly.

"Here you go," she said, and handed him a plate, and dumped what looked like meat and pasta in a mushy lump. I could've fallen over giggling.

"Brenda…what is this?" he asked, staring at his food, clearly repulsed.

"You see, that is what happens when you give an episode of Mackenzie Falls an ending I don't like. If I like next week's ending, then you can have your steak back. Next!" she called, and I stepped up.

"So, Brenda. Does that mean that So Random! gets steak this time?" I asked eagerly.

"Nope," she said, and handed me a plate with the same goop that was on Chad's. I just stared at it, sighed, and walked away. I sat down at the usual So Random! table next to Zora.

"So little Mackenzie Falls over there didn't get a steak this time. Oh, this is good," she said, laughing evilly, and I edged away from her a little. Zora still scares me sometimes.

"Don't expect it to last. They only get that food because Brenda didn't like the episode of Mackenzie Falls last night. They'll have good food again by next week. And we still have to eat…well, whatever this is," I said.

"So, I had this new sketch idea: what about, like, a sketch that makes fun of Hannah Montana or something? I'd just love to show that girl how it feels to be mocked!" Tawni exclaimed.

"That sounds like fun. And we could call it…Anna Louisiana, maybe," I volunteered.

"Yeah, great idea, Sonny. And then we could all get sued for millions of dollars, and then maybe afterwards we could go rob a bank!" Zora said, and Tawni huffed.

"Well, I was just trying to be helpful," she muttered.

"I still think it's a good idea. And I don't think that they'd freak too much- I'm sure they'd know that it was just a joke," I said.

"Fine," we can do the stupid sketch," Zora muttered.

"While we're on the topic of sketches, I still think that a parody of Harry Potter would be a good idea-'' Grady started to say, but we cut him off.

"No!" we all shouted, and then broke down laughing. As we did, I saw Chad get up to leave the cafeteria, talking to Portlyn and pointing at us. She giggled, and he looked over at our table. He winked, although I wasn't really certain who he was winking at.

Later that night, as I lay down in my bed, I thought about things. How maybe, f we tried, Mackenzie Falls and So Random! could be friends. How Tawni keeps insisting that I like Chad, when everyone else knows I don't…right? Then I realized something. Maybe it wasn't only Tawni who kept saying that I liked Chad! Maybe everybody thought that. I did my best to clear these thoughts out of my head. Chad was one of the most arrogant, obnoxious, self-centered, rude and annoying people I knew. Most of all, he was kind of idiotic.

He had done some nice things for me in the past: being my fake date, dancing with me at the prom, helping me break up Bitterman and Marshall, giving me those Laker tickets…when I thought about it, he'd actually done a lot of nice things for me. But the rest of the time, he was pretty much a jerk.

Chad was cute (even I wasn't going to deny that) but that didn't mean that I liked him. In fact, it was simply common knowledge that he was good looking-nothing to freak out about. But then why was I freaking out?

No, you're not freaking out, Sonny, I thought. Chad Dylan Cooper meant absoloutly nothing to me. It was ridiculous how he signed his name C.D.C. Can't he just use his first name? One day, I'd have to send him a letter, but address him as Chad Dylan Goldfarb every time. The others would find that hilarious.

But enough about Chad…suddenly, I wasn't in the mood for this anymore. I pulled out my journal and began to write.

Dear Journal,

Today was a weird day. I had my usual arguments with Chad. Typical. The others and me practiced our new sketch: America's got no Talent. A parody of America's Got Talent, obviously. Basically, I play the host, and Tawni is the judge. The others have to come in and do really bad talents, and Tawni gives them a zero every time. Quite funny, when you think about it.

I've kind of been bored lately. There should be lots to do, I know, but somehow, there just isn't. I want to just jump out and throw something, honestly.

I wouldn't tell my mom this, but I haven't been doing to well in Geometry lately. I've been doing pretty awfully. Miss Bitterman is threatening to get Marshall to kick me off the show again. I'll just die if she does that, especially if she calls my mom again. I may have to go to Zora for tutoring. That's kind of embarrassing, getting tutored by an eleven year old. That's why nobody can know about this.

I'm thinking that maybe I should name you. Maybe I should call you Jenny! Is that too weird? Or maybe Coco. Or Snowflake. Or Angel. I think that I like Coco the best, don't you? It's probably the cutest one, although Angel is a close second. So you have officially been dubbed Coco! Wow, I am such a dork. But with you, I don't mind being a dork.

Ever since I moved here, I've felt really pressured to be what people want me to be. If anybody found out that I named you…well, I think that I would probably die of humiliation. It's hard being famous sometimes.

Love, Sonny