Okay, I hate disclaimers… they make me feel so bad about myself. But first thing's first… Sigh…

Disclaimer: Me - How are the plans coming?

Evil Bunny - World domination? Not very well…

Me – What about TV domination?

Evil Bunny – No, not well either.

Me – So I don't own anything?

Evil Bunny – Nothing.

Me – Sighhhhh….

Anyways, 'ello there. Right now, I'm bored (though YouTube is a wonderful, magical thing… and so are phones).

And I was thinking about Sonny With A Chance (the one where Chad tries to take away their prop house), and I had an idea… so I think my writer's block is better now.

So please review and enjoy!

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Sonny's POV

"Chad you can't take away our prop house!" I shouted. "And you already have a meditation room!"

"Well we need another one, and yes, we can," he smirked.

"Then, what are we supposed to do?" I asked.

"You can get a prop closet."

"Gosh, you're a HUGE jerk."

"Trust me, I won't forget your opinion. You remind me 50 times a day," he said. I almost decided to say something sarcastic back, but I forgot that Chad didn't hear sarcasm coming from me, and he always took it as a compliment.

"Chad, can we please have our prop house?" I just asked, knowing it'll do no good.

"Uh, no," Chad said. "Look Sonny, there's something other than Chuckle City…"

"Well there's also something other than Drama, Chip," I interrupted. I had never said Chip before… as in Chip Drama Pants. That was Nico's job.

"Excuse me? America's Sweetheart and name-calling? Must be opposite day…" he said.

"Drama Pants," I shouted.

"Diva," he shouted back.

"Loser."

"Chad Dylan Pooper!"

"Random."

"I hate you so much…" I said, but unfortunately for me, he smiled.

"I hate you more," he winked.

He walked over to the Falls set, and I hoped to plea bargain.

"What if you get your parking spot?" I asked.

"Heh, no," he said.

"And you get your Tween Choice Award back?... Without the toilet paper on it," I said.

"Ooooh, tempting," he said dryly. "But no."

"What can you possibly want?"

"Just your prop house."

"You're just doing this to drive me insane?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"I can't believe your America's Bad Boy… more like America's Jerk Face," I scoffed.

"Maybe your opinion will change once we get married."

"We're not getting married," I said, though the thought wasn't too bad.

"Haha," he chuckled. He was only doing this to annoy me. It was frustrating.

"I'm just going to go," I said.

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Good."

"Good."

I stormed straight to my apartment. I didn't want to go to the prop house, because I knew that I'd have to tell everyone that I got absolutely nothing.

It was about 12:00 PM, so lunch time, but I wasn't hungry. I decided to let myself drift away to sleep, hopefully to keep away thoughts of frustration, sadness, and most importantly, Chad.

I plopped myself lazily on the couch, and closed my eyes.

~ Later ~

I woke up to find myself in a huge bed, comfortable no doubt, but I jumped out of it immediately, considering the fact that I had no memory of placing myself on it.

I looked around the room, to see that the room was covered in shades of blue and silver that matched someone's eyes… I quickly ignored the thought.

I found that I was wearing some silk pajamas. Quite beautiful really. Not even pajamas. It was almost a crime to wear these to sleep in and not in some fashion show. Though, it was very comfortable.

"Mom!" a little girl shouted and ran into the room. Then, she looked directly at me. She was about six or seven… very cute and innocent looking. She had light brown naturally wavy hair with deep blue eyes. The look was familiar… almost too familiar…

"Dylan is cheating in…" then she said some video game that was almost unpronounceable.

Then a blonde haired boy with brown eyes came running after her. "I didn't cheat! That's how you play!" The boy was very cute also. Perfect blonde hair, chocolate brown colored eyes.

They argued for about 2 minutes just accusing each other of words like "Diva" and "Jerk".

"Chip Drama Pants!" the little girl yelled.

"Random!" he screamed back.

"Wait, what?" I asked.

They both turned to me again. "Funny, you didn't stop us yet," the girl pointed out. Her voice was really angelic when it didn't come to arguing.

"You always stop… especially when the name-calling gets to Drama Pants and Random…" he boy piped up.

"Where'd you learn those words?" I asked quietly. I had never argued with Chad in front of people. Well, at least children.

"Uncle Nico," they said in unison. Nico?

I must've been deep in thought, because the boy was trying to snap me out of my trance. "Mom?"

This word put my alert. "I'm not your mom…" I said awkwardly. I was 17 for crying out loud. Going on eighteen. And I'm a virgin!

"Yes, you ARE," the girl piped in. "Or maybe Dylan is adopted, because we are nothing alike," she stuck her tongue out at her brother, and he mirrored her.

"Wait, what?" I asked.

"I'm Holly," she clarified slowly, as if I were a younger sibling. Then she pointed at her brother. "This is Dylan. Chaz is in his room, and Alice (sorry about naming someone after Alice Cullen… but I really like Twilight and I really like that name! I'm not crazed about it though… I'm a good person! So… back to the story…) is in hers… still sleeping I suppose. She hasn't been crying…"

I was guessing that Alice was two or three. Maybe even one from the way Holly said crying.

I considered this. All of the names seemed very familiar. I really like the names Holly and Alice… they sounded cute and innocent to me. But Chaz… and Dylan… not that I didn't like them, but still…

"And daddy's right there," the boy pointed back to where I was sleeping. I saw a perfect figure with blonde hair and blue eyes waking up.

He was… very handsome I guess, because it would be sick to call him hot, considering I'm 17, and he's about 25 or 30. Seriously, he was… whoa.

But then he stood up and smiled. The first thing I saw was his smile… it was too familiar it bugged me. His hair was perfect, which scared me because I had seen it every day since I had been at Condor Studios. And his eyes…

Chaz… Dylan…

Chad Dylan Cooper.

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So…? What'd ya think?

If it sucks, please note that I wrote this completely out of boredom… and boredom sucks… so yeah.

Anyways, thanks for reading this in the first place, and I MIGHT continue actually… depending on how many reviews I get.

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