So, this is my first Sonny with a Chance fanfic. I hope you like it, and reviews are very much appreciated! Sonny with a Chance belongs solely to Disney channel.

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Chapter 1 -- Stop the World

In the wee hours of the morning, when all the world slumbered and slid under a blanket of silence, one was forced to acknowledge thoughts and feelings that could otherwise be ignored throughout the hustle and bustle of the day. Dark eyes trained on the ceiling above her cozy twin bed, it was this issue in particular that Sonny Munroe wrestled with, trying to lure her mind away from dangerous and forbidden territory. Bangs fled from her forehead, as she let out a silent and heavy gust of air. Why did everything have to be so difficult? Shifting restlessly beneath her light blue covers, she thought back to how she had perceived Hollywood before ever setting foot upon its soil, and one word resounded inside her head: paradise.

Hardly, she mused with a snort. It was within these dark, obscure hours of the early morning that the young girl allowed herself to harbor such bitter sentiments, for any other time she was obligated to plaster on a smile and a pretty face. Not to be confused, Sonny was grateful for the incredible acting break she had received upon being casted on the comedy So Random!, as every day she thanked God profusely for her good fortune. But with fame and fortune came a price, and one of them was willingly forsaking the life of a normal teenager. She no longer woke up to the smell of her mother making waffles, nor did she catch the bus to school or sit with her friends at lunch. There were no dances, football games or after-school activities for her -- only rehearsals, exercises, photo shoots and skits.

Of course, going into this gig, she'd known there would be sacrifices. Sonny couldn't even count on both hands how many times her mom had warned her of everything she'd miss, of all the experiences she would let pass her by that she would never be able to get back. But she had only half-listened, because with stars in her eyes and an unquenchable thirst parching her throat, she'd wanted to see the world. To explore it, to be a part of it, to make a name for herself in it. She'd contracted the dreamer's disease, and was now facing the side effects from the medication.

As she thought of her friends and family back home in Wisconsin, tears stung her eyes. What were they doing right now? How often did they think of her? They were always on her mind, like chains wrapped tightly around her heart. No matter how hard she tried to break free, it was impossible to completely discard the past, and she couldn't shake the bittersweet memories. Sure, Sonny knew that she'd make new ones on this strange, unpredictable journey she was embarking upon, and maybe even be able to heal the gaping hole in her chest. Perhaps one of her most redeeming qualities was her ability to stay positive in the darkest of times, and right now she could definitely utilize that facet of her personality.

At least Tawni is warming up to me, the teenager thought with a smile, even as a single droplet trailed down her cheek. She hadn't liked being at odds with the blonde bombshell, and was glad to find that things between them seemed to be looking up. Though they were undoubtedly opposite personas, they complimented one another well, and that was proving to be handy both on and off the set. With the way they'd been getting along lately, Sonny would even go so far as to say that they might be on the path to becoming good friends. And, of course, there was the misguided though undoubtedly hilarious duo of Grady and Nico, who kept her smiling and in a bright mood. There was Marshall, who was a bit scatterbrained, but with a heart of gold and an eye for production. And one could never forget the zany, lovable Zora, very eccentric but extraordinary at the same time.

Then, there was... well, he wasn't even worth mentioning. With an ego the size of several galaxies combined, and a sharp tongue that never failed to set her blood boiling, the infamous Chad Dylan Cooper brought out a side of her that she didn't know. There was just something about him that got under her skin like no other, setting her heart pounding and making her dark locks crackle with electricity. He was just so ornery, so full of himself, so ready to put her down and kick her when she was on the ground. What was it about him that just made her want to scream, to go on a barbaric rampage and shake him until his insides were jumbled? Why did she want so badly to make him see the arrogant image he projected of himself, to argue with him 'till the cows came home and then some? Surely it wasn't his tousled, angelic blond hair, or the way his periwinkle blue eyes attracted the light when he smirked down at her. And it certainly, most definitely wasn't caused by the brilliance of his thousand-watt, breathtaking smile, the one that knocked her off of her feet each and every time...

Sitting bolt upright in bed, Sonny couldn't even begin to express the horror she felt as she realized she'd just caught herself fantasizing about her mortal enemy. The first day she'd crossed paths with him, she'd sworn to herself that she would never, under any circumstances, allow herself to fall for his looks and charm. The brunette had promised herself early on that she wouldn't become infatuated -- not by the way he threw his head back and laughed with reckless abandon at her most menacing glare, or the adorable dimples that emerged every time he dazzled her with his cheekiest grin, or...

"Oh, stop it, you!" Sonny startled herself by speaking aloud, the words coming out in an alarmed hiss. She immediately clamped a hand over her mouth, and glanced over at Tawni nestled in her bed, knowing how the girl reacted to being roused from her 'beauty rest.' Luckily, the diva extraordinaire seemed not to have been disturbed, and thus she allowed herself a sigh of relief. But narrowly avoiding a catastrophe with her co-star and roommate didn't change the fact she had apprehended herself longing for her greatest foe... twice in one night! Had someone slipped something into her dinner?

Shaking her head in disbelief, the young actress wrapped her arms around herself, and tucked her chin into her chest. Why was it that, more and more lately, she found herself yearning for a guy she had vowed to hate? Perhaps she was simply being stubborn, holding onto a schoolgirl crush from when she'd saw him for the first time on his idiotic drama, Mackenzie Falls. After all, now that she knew what kind of a self-centered, mean-spirited jerk he was in reality, she couldn't possibly have any sort of feelings for him. It simply wasn't possible -- she was much too good for him, and she knew it. But why did she get the feeling that there was so much more to him than he was letting her see? Sometimes, when he wasn't looking, she would see a sort of tiredness in his eyes that made her think that maybe, just maybe he understood her lack of patience for all the Hollywood glamour.

But who was she kidding? He was Chad Dylan Cooper -- he absorbed the limelight like a sponge. There was no trace of ordinary in him, no matter how she scrutinized and searched for it. Nothing would ever connect the two of them, except for their mutual loathing.

Saddled yet again with the feeling of despair she'd had earlier, Sonny determined that there was only one thing that could make her feel better, and take her mind off of things -- a good, old-fashioned frozen yogurt. Soft serve had been her problem-solving tool back home, and that was one aspect of her life that hadn't changed since she'd relocated to Hollywood.

Pushing back the covers and quietly sliding out of bed, Sonny padded across the dark room and prayed that she wouldn't pull one of her signature moves by tripping over a shoe, or ramming into the wall. Much to her satisfaction, she made it to the door without any unforeseen accidents, and stepped into the hall feeling quite triumphant -- that is, until she stubbed her toe on the threshold. Silently screeching in pain, she stood hunched over for a moment, before limping down the corridor toward the cafeteria.

Clad only in her pink pajama shorts and matching tank top, the young woman cautiously entered the near pitch-black lunchroom, and was able to see her way merely by the moonlight pouring in from the adjacent windows. Creeping over toward the familiar frozen yogurt dispenser, she grabbed a cup, and was just about to pour herself a cold treat when she heard a loud, drawn-out creak of a floorboard behind her.

Whipping around and subsequently dropping the cup, Sonny flailed her arms about as she squealed, "I am the mistress of kung-fu, you better stay away from me!" Her voice was high-pitched and chipmunk-like with fear, as her eyes scanned her surroundings anxiously for the source of the disturbance.

Silence. Then, "Really, Sonny... really?"

Her heart dropped out of her chest and lay thumping on the tiled floor, as an all-too familiar smug, self-important voice reached her ears.

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A/N: What do you guys think? Keep on going, or hang it up here as this is no good? Let me know with your reviews, and thanks for reading!