Disclaimer: I don't own Sonny With a Chance but it would be awesome if I did since the script would totally be just like this.

Author's Note: This story takes place during episode 4 of Sonny with a Chance. I thought Tawni and Sonny made a cute couple, and I was tired of seeing fics with Chad in it…

Tawni: Eric's Biggest Fan

The tour around the set that Tawni gave me, I mean Eric, seemed to go by way too quickly. We basically ran through the studio, and we even skipped the prop room as well as the cafeteria. I guess the less people see me, the better.

We made our way into our dressing room quite quickly. She dragged me through towards the middle of the room where I finally regained a little control of my body. "Well, thanks for showing me around. Gotta go!" I made a run for the door but I obviously wasn't fast enough.

"Wait." Tawni stopped me, grabbing onto my shoulder. "Wait. You know, there something's been bugging me ever since you wrote that fan letter to Sonny and that is why would you write a fan letter to Sonny?" she asked, eager for my response.

Why else would someone write a fan letter? "'Cause I like her." I answered quickly, looking away from her gaze.

"Why do you like her?" she asked, trying to meet with my eyes.

"Why don't you like her?" Maybe I would finally get my answer.

"How do you know I don't like her?" she asked, quite surprised.

I was totally caught off guard with that question. "Call it dudes intuition." I responded, sounding more as if it was a question.

She sighed and tried to take a seat upon the couch. I quickly spread my leg across the couch, and sat like a typical 'dude'. "It's not that I don't like her, it's just that she's much better than I thought she'd be."

So she doesn't hate me. I bit my lip. "Really?" I said in my high-pitched girly voice, and quickly realized my mistake. I cleared my throat and repeated, "Really?"

"Yeah," she smiled and looked away from me, clearing off her smile before turning back to me. "but I'd never tell her that." Clarifying with Eric not to tell me how she really felt about me.

"Why?" How did she really feel about me? "You're not threatened by her are you?" I asked, hoping for that one answer.

"What?" she asked in shock. "Why would I be threatened by her? I mean I'm prettier and I'm funnier and my hair has more volume." She boast, flipping her hair with a single finger.

Forgetting who I'm supposed to be, I respond. "Well that's because you use so much product." As quickly as the words left my mouth, Tawni jumped onto the couch and moved a lot closer to me, practically sitting on my lap.

"Oh, I like a guy that knows about product." My eyes darted across the room, hoping the exit was clear or at least a rescue team. This is the last thing I would have ever expected to happen; Tawni was hitting on me… well not me but Eric, but technically me.

I attempted to move further away. "And I liked it better when you stayed over there." I stammered, trying to get away from my co-star but to no avail. She moved closer to me, now only being inches away from each other. I was able to feel her unsteady breath on my face.

Tawni's leg swung over my lap, allowing her to mount me. "So what does your dudes intuition telling you now?" Her fingers were playing with my hoodies zipper, and danced the other hand around my neck. As much as I struggled underneath her, I couldn't break free thanks to my two 'broken arms'.

As much as I thought about doing things with girls, this wouldn't be my choice for my first time. It also wouldn't be fair to Tawni since she thinks I'm a boy. "Time to take off these broken wings and fly." I said, anxiously, trying to wiggle out from underneath the taller blonde.

"You know, I usually don't got after short guys," she giggled, looking down at my struggling body. "but there's just something about you." With a single push of her palm, she had me pinned to the couch cushion. "Oh, you're not going anywhere." Her voice had suddenly changed into more of a seductive tone, causing my jaw to drop and for me to finally surrender.

I was completely mesmerized and had no idea what my next move was going to be. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as she leaned into me, pressing her lips against mine. The whole situation seemed to move so quickly. I was barely capable of remembering the biting, licking and sucking that Tawni did to my lips. Afterwards, I could only feel the tingling sensation where her lips once were.

I looked up to a much-satisfied Tawni to see that she was looking back down at me and licking her lips. "Mmm… you taste really good, especially for a guy." She wiped just below her bottom lip. "But I could do without that weird beard."

My heart sank as I remembered why I was trying to get away in the first place. "I really messed up." I sighed, but quickly caught myself. "I mean: I really messed up." I said in a much deeper voice, struggling to get up.

Tawni grabbed onto the bottom of my over-sized hoody and looked up at me with a look of disappointment. "Wait, it's okay." Without another word, I shook my head and ran out of our dressing room with much discomfort.

A/N: Indeed it's pretty short but I love getting to the good stuff swiftly as possible. Also this story is supposed to have alternate continuations and endings, which is another reason why the first chapter is so short. The up coming continuations will be left off exactly where the previous chapter ended and will be labeled as: Tawni: Eric's Biggest Fan (a) or Tawni: Eric's Biggest Fan (b) etc. so there would be no confusion.