This whole chapter is Sonny's point of view. Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny With a Chance or its characters…sadly…

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

And Chad and I both spun around and walked in opposite directions, only to realize we were both going the wrong way.

"Yeah, I'm going this way…" I said, turning around awkwardly.

"Yep…" he agreed, doing the same.

When I reached my dressing room, I opened the door to find Tawni wailing and using all my tissues.

"So-o-o-onnnny-y-y-y," she whined and held out her arms, "help meeeeeeeee!"

"Oh my gosh, what happened Tawni?" I said rushing over and sitting next to her. She flung her arms around me and started wailing even louder than before. I hate to see her like this.

"I got stood uppppppp," she paused to blow her nose quite loudly into another of my now almost gone tissues, "by the Prince of Lukiluki-Wawaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Huh, prince of WHERE?!

"Gosh, that's awful! There is obviously something wrong with his brain. I mean, who would stand up someone as pretty as you?" I sure hoped what I was saying was helping her.

"I don't knoooowwwwwww," she wailed. And then her stomach rumbled. "I'm hungryyyyy, Sonny."

"Uhhh, just wait right there, and I'll be back in a few minutes with some food. Don't worry! You can count on me!" And as I once again went out into the hallway, I bumped into Chad. Literally.

"Ouch, jeez, what are you doing right in front of my dressing room?" I demanded, rubbing my head.

"Remember how I went on that fake date with you?" he asked.

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, you're going to go on a fake date with me at the restaurant across the street from here. I'm trying to get rid of this girl who keeps talking about how she's going to make me marry her."

"What do you mean, 'you're going to'? I never agreed to this! Why should I go on a fake date with you?" I asked.

"You owe me," he stated plainly.

"Fine!" I said, voice on edge.

"Fine!" he retorted.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"What time?!"

"Seven and don't be late!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"So we're good?"

"Oh, we're so good."

I think I just experienced déjà vu. This argument somehow seems familiar. Oh, no! Tawni! I realized I had completely forgotten about her. Rushing to the cafeteria, I picked up some several icks on sticks for her to binge-eat on while she was sobbing about the Prince of who-knows-where.

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Chad had told me the restaurant across the street from the studio…But that restaurant is really fancy! Am I supposed to wear a dress? What if I show up wearing the wrong thing and Chad laughs at me?!

I guess I should wear a dress just to be safe. I don't want to get kicked out of the restaurant for dressing too casually.

When I arrived at the restaurant, Chad had a surprised look on his face. I guessed that meant he was surprised that I had actually worn the right thing. He must have been prepared to make fun of me. I highly doubted he thought I looked good as I slipped into the seat across from him.

"So is she here yet?" I asked, looking at the tables around us for a girl around our age.

"She who?" Chad asked, still staring at me. Gosh, does he just have to find something to criticize me about?

"The girl you're trying to shake off. Duh!"

"Oh, uh, she should be here soon."