Not in that scene.

This is a response to ohhMOONshoesPOTTER's challenge. In Battle of the Network Stars, Sonny lists all of the places where she wouldn't kiss Chad. So, of course, I'm going to make it happen! ^^

I own nothing: My disclaimer for the whole story.

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"No."

"Sonny, be reasonable."

"No, Marshall. Make Tawni do it."

"She has strep throat!"

"Even better!"

Sonny was standing in front of Marshall's desk, her arms folded and her weight shifted onto her right hip. An angry scowl decorated her face, and Marshall was sighing with his face in his hands.

"Sonny, I understand you're nervous about your first on-screen kiss-" Marshall began, his tone soothing.

"I'm not nervous about that! It's the fact about who you're making me kiss!" Sonny cut him off, unfolding her arms and holding them out to her side.

Marshall rubbed his temples. "I'm sorry Sonny, but I can't fire Chad. Fans have been demanding this sketch for quite some time now."

"Marshall, I'm not kissing Chad Dylan Cooper."

"Did someone say my name?" A voice from the doorway sounded, and Sonny whirled around at once, coming face to face with the devil himself.

"Hey, Sonny," Chad said, winking at her. She glared.

"What are you doing here?" Sonny snapped, even grouchier than she had been ten seconds ago. Chad didn't seem to notice, however. On the contrary, he beamed even brighter and came to stand by her side, addressing Marshall.

"Well, I had a question about the script for the Cinderella sketch you wanted me to do." Chad raised a packet up in the air. Marshall seemed grateful for the distraction, and immediately stood up, stretching his hand out for the script. Chad ignored him and began to leaf through it until he came to a page somewhere in the middle.

(Okay, sorry for this interruption, but did you know that 'Cinderella' is an actual word? It means 'an object of undeserved neglect'. Look it up!) "See, on page forty-one, it says 'Prince Charming takes Cinderella's hands tenderly in his own and kisses her as the clack strikes midnight.' But see, isn't she supposed to be away from the castle at midnight?" Chad pointed to a place somewhere on the paper, and Marshall began searching for his glasses. Sonny quietly glowered at them.

"Oh, well, that's when the magic starts taking effect. Or, de-fect I should say." Marshall chuckled at his own joke. "See, Sonny, after you and Chad kiss-"

"I already told you, I am not kissing him!" Sonny roared, making Marshall shrink back slightly. Chad, however, looked interested.

"Really? You don't want to kiss me?" Chad asked, cocking his big head.

"No!" Sonny said, angrily sitting down. Why couldn't they understand that?

"Well, why not?" Chad asked, walking towards her. He was frowning, and had his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Because!" Sonny cried. Chad didn't seem satisfied.

"Because why?"

"Because I don't want to!"

"Why don't you want to?"

"Who in their right mind would want to kiss you?"

"Who in their right mind wouldn't?"

Marshall was looking back and forth between the two, smiling secretly inside. He was so right in hiring Chad as her love interest.

"Okay," he said, clapping his hands together to try and get their attention. Their heads turned. "Enough fighting for today. Save your chemistry for the silver screen tomorrow."

"Chemistry?" Sonny screeched, balling her fists. She really wanted to punch something. "What chemistry? Chad and I have no chemistry whatsoever!"

Chad rolled his eyes. "Whatever Sonshine. Just remember to put chap-stick on before the sketch starts. And have you found your skittles-flavored lip gloss yet?"

Sonny scrunched her face up, trying to remember. "I don't know…is it okay if I use my fruit punch one? Oh – stop it!" she hissed, shaking her head. "I'm not kissing you tomorrow, and that's that!"

With that, she stormed out of Marshall's office and down the hall. She made sure they could hear her all the way to her dressing room, for she was fuming and muttering and kicking everything she saw.

"Stupid Chad," she growled, slamming the door with such force that the frame shook. Tawni, who was lying down on the couch, looked up. Unable to speak because of her unfortunate case of strep throat, she picked up her phone and quickly punched a few keys with her well trained thumbs.

Sonny fished her phone out of her bag when it began mooing. What did Marshall say? Tawni wrote.

"He said I have to kiss Chad tomorrow, and that's final. But I'm not going to." Sonny said proudly, tossing her hair back in a very Tawni-like way.

Her phone vibrated in her hand. But you want to, the text said, and Sonny turned red.

"No, I don't, why does everybody keep saying that?!" She shouted, and promptly began stuffing all her things into her bag. Tawni looked at her questioningly.

"I'm going home," Sonny said, and left. Tawni watched her go and snickered to herself. It was funny how some people were just so in denial.

The next day, Sonny was nowhere to be seen. Marshall started freaking out, and his clothes were soaked. In sweat. When Nico and Grady mentioned this to him, he replied by breaking into tears and running off. Zora made sure to punch them for their insensitivity.

"Okay, okay, there's no need to panic," Marshall announced, once he had gotten a hold of himself. "Just because Cinderella is a no-show, doesn't mean that there is no show. Hee, see what I did there?" Nobody laughed. He cleared his throat. "Anyway, the sketch starts in five, so, does anybody want to fill in for Sonny?"

All of a sudden, the doors flew open, and a very harassed looking Sonny charged in, then skidded to a stop in front of the cast, breathing heavily. "I'm…here…sorry…woke up…late-"

"THANK GOD!" Marshall cried, and fell to his knees. She looked surprised, but then he regained himself and straightened up, blushing. Behind him, Chad waggled his eyebrows at her and she scowled.

"Okay, people, places, show starts in three minutes!" Marshall called, walking over to the director's chair, sounding much happier.

"You just couldn't stay away, could you?" a voice in her ear said. She turned around to see Chad grinning impishly at her.

"It's my job, Chad, I had to come," Sonny replied coolly. Chad shrugged.

"Whatever stops the tears," he said, and walked away. From behind, he actually did look like a prince, with his white suit and brass buttons and strong shoulders…she shook her head.

"And…action!" Called Marshall from somewhere in the studio. The lights dimmed and a single spotlight fell on Sonny. She opened her mouth to say her lines.

The sketch went well. Her audience roared with laughter the whole time, and even her cast members seemed to be having a good time. Nico played the evil bipolar stepmother, Zora and Tawni were the wicked stepsister's though it was Zora who did all the talking, and Grady greatly resembled her grandmother in a pink bathrobe and fairy wings. And the mice were actually mice, so it was really cool.

"But if you're my fairy godmother, then why didn't you help me before this? You could have gotten me out of here a long time ago!" Sonny pretended to shriek at Grady.

"Sweetie," Grady answered in an extremely gay voice. He twirled a strand of his wig. "This is a one-time magical bargain, take it or leave it."

There was a puff of smoke that lasted for about a minute and a half, and then Sonny was standing there in a beautiful sparkling blue ball gown, with transparent plastic heels and a rhinestone studded tiara. She gave a great squeal of delight, and began fanning herself with her hand.

"Oh-em-gee, thank you fairy godmother!" Grady dimpled at her then waved his frilly pink wand at the 'vegetable garden,' and all of a sudden there was a giant pie filling the middle of the room.

"I thought you were going to give me a pumpkin carriage," Sonny asked him, and Grady shrugged.

"Pumpkin carriage, pumpkin pie, what's the difference? Be back before midnight, or you're grounded!" He said, tapping his wand in his hand.

"Um…you're not my mom," Sonny said in her best 'duh' voice.

"Hello – god mother?" He then raised his arms dramatically and there was another poof of smoke and he was gone. Sonny could see the hood of his cloak stuck in the trapdoor. She smiled.

The next part was where she really started to get nervous. Dancing with Chad was something that came a bit too easily to her. As did holding his hand and touching him. When the part for the kiss came up, she didn't know if she had the guts to do it.

"I've never met anybody like you," Chad said adoringly in his charming princely voice. He was much too good of an actor. The tender way he was looking at her made her want to melt. She shook her head and forced herself to focus.

"I knew the minute I looked into your eyes that we were meant to be together," Sonny cooed in a horribly sickly sweet voice. Just because he had that effect on her didn't mean that she was going down without a fight.

"Kiss my, and I'll know that you're my one true love," Chad said passionately, although there was a knowing glint in his eye. He leaned in close to her, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her lips, but she pulled back slightly, holding her breath.

Chad gave one nervous chuckle, looking at the audience and back at Sonny. "What are you doing?" he hissed under his breath, low enough for only Sonny to hear.

"I'm not kissing you," Sonny mouthed, leaning farther away from him as he moved his face nearer towards her.

"You won't be kissing me you'll be kissing Prince Charming," Chad whispered loudly, agitated. The audience was starting to mutter.

"Yeah, that's what Zeke Garder said in the eighth grade, and he slipped his tongue down my throat," Sonny said, and this time people could hear.

"What?" Chad asked, abandoning all pretenses. "Sonny, just kiss me, okay? You're gonna ruin the show."

"No!"

"Come on!"

"Chad I don't wanna – mmmph!" He pushed his mouth against hers and on instinct she closed her eyes. The whole world disappeared, and so did all her thoughts and worries. It was like she and Chad were floating on a cloud. She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him closer, and he put his hands on her waist. This really wasn't all that bad.

Vaguely, somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard Marshall's voice surrounding them, but the words didn't register. She was a bit too preoccupied at the moment to focus on anything but Chad.

"Um, heh-heh, sorry folks, looks like we're going to half to cut this sketch in half. Join us for Cinderella: The Musical Part II next week!" He signaled wildly to the stage crew to close the set doors. "See you all again soon!"

Everyone in the room was laughing as they left Chad and Sonny to their business.

Next chapter will be called Not In A Dream. ^^ I hope you liked it!