Hey guys!

I've been gone for a while now, and so I apologize again. The thing is, since Sonny With A Chance has been over, I haven't been able to write much, because all of my other stories are about Channy. And I have other subjects to write about, just I haven't been able to get the words to flow out.

I'm still in Channy mode.

I figure that even though the show is over, I'll try to keep Channy alive. It will be hard, I might not succeed, but I hope to keep it up. So thanks to the 2 or 3 people who will actually read this and review. I really appreciate it.(:

Anyways, this certain story is called "Smile", based on Avril Lavigne's song "Smile" (seems pretty self-explanatory, but you know). I just fell in love with this song, and I figured, why not make a story out of it?

Thanks, and I hope you enjoy it.

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Chad's POV

The rain felt refreshing. Or at least looked refreshing. You wouldn't see the greatest actor of our generation caught in the rain ruining his hair. Shudder.

Just the thought of ruining my freshly trimmed hair was just… horrid. Almost as horrid as being told I couldn't get my teeth bleached every other week anymore because 'the economy is bad and we're trying to save money'. Ugh.

And plus, dancing in the rain was bad for my image. It just didn't fit with the bad boy image. It was foolish, childish even.

Screw that, it was something a RANDOM would do. It was so… so… Sonny.

I looked out the window of the set and strangely enough, there was America's Pocketful Of Sunshine out singing and dancing in the rain like a freaking five-year-old would. I rolled my eyes. Us actors had some real acting to do.

But I couldn't stop staring at her. It wasn't like she was WORTH looking at, like I was at some Hollywood club, it's just that… she was… I don't know. So… Innocent. And Positive. No wonder she was America's Sweetheart. Obviously, not my type of girl.

But those big brown eyes… sweet pink lips forming my favorite smile… it was hard to resist. Even in a T-shirt and simple skinny jeans she was hard to resist. Fine I'll admit it. She's cute. Stupid cute. Ugh. But it wasn't my fault. It was my stupid male teenage hormones.

"Chad!" Penelope's sharp voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I said immediately, like if I didn't, I'd be devoured by sharks.

"The director just wanted me to give you the script for next week's episode!" she giggled sweetly like a Japanese schoolgirl (even regarding that she didn't have her Mackenzie Falls school girl uniform on), which was a big difference from the voice she used to get my attention.

"Oh, um… thanks Penelope," I said, a little confused. She had caught me off-guard with the voice change. I took the collection of papers in my hands and scanned the front page. My eyes widened, and I felt a lips form a fine line. "We're having a guest star?" I questioned Penelope innocently.

"Unfortunately, yes," Penelope sighed with poison in her voice. "I can't believe what the director's thinking. I don't think he realizes how many problems it'll cause."

"Perhaps he thinks it'll settle the feud?"

"Maybe. Good Girl's peace picnic didn't work."

"Ha," I laughed once, with a touch of humor. "Well, it could've been worse. Could've been Efron."

"Psh… just because you hate Efron…" she smiled a bit. "And you've had experience with her before."

"Yeah, when I was like, what? Seven?" I scoffed. "Who exactly is she playing?"

"Don't know yet. I just about up-chucked when I saw her name on here."

"But you didn't," I pressed.

"Because I'm good at acting," she said lightly."Not as good as the greatest actor of our generation." She added a wink.

"You got that right," I chuckled. "Well, might as well study the script now."

"Good luck," she replied, then walked away to her dressing room to get into her uniform.

I groaned as I looked back at the script. In big, black print said the words: Guest Star – Tawni Hart.

A Random. Ugh. And it had to be THIS Random.

So I decided to look at the script. The plot. We'd have to start filming tomorrow or the next day… better to get it over with right? Or I can drag it out as long as I can and hopefully it will be forgotten and I'll never have to do it in the first place. Yeah. I like that idea.

The plot, of course, was beautiful. It was Mackenzie Falls after all, so much drama. But as a STORY. Not a real life thing. Here's a short summary: Penelope's half sister, Katie, comes to town as a French foreign exchange student. Unlike what you'd think a regular French girl is, she's a wild, crazy, uncontrollable blonde. Sparking jealousy to Penelope, Mackenzie takes an interest in her. And that's pretty much what the whole thing is about.

Problem: I have to share a kiss with Blondie. Shudder.

See, I'm a good actor, so this is no problem. But TAWNI HART? Oh c'mon. I'd rather kiss a pig. I'd say that Tawni Hart was a pig. But that'd be an insult to pigs.

"CHAD!" I heard a scream from behind me, exactly on cue. I had been expecting a fight all day, the topic unknown, but still a fight. I turned around to see the one and only America's Sweetheart, dripping wet in a loose orange T-Shirt and dark skinny jeans, with a Mackenzie Falls script in hand.

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Thanks for reading and because you have stuck this far: *hands out virtual cookies!* :D

So, tell me what you think by reviewing below, and please inspire me to write more often! I think the reason why I haven't been writing is because of lack of motivation. I need to focus! Arrggghhhh…

So anyways, thanks so much and I really hope you enjoyed it!(: