Hey guys! It's been a while since I wrote for Sonny With A Chance, but I hope that you guys will like this one. At first I thought I'd make it a really long one shot, but then I decided to just make it a short story. It'll probably be around five chapters or so.

I Own Nothing!

Chad's POV
I set my newest awards onto the glass coffee table in front of me with a tired sigh before collapsing onto the plush leather couch behind me.

"You don't look like someone who just won their tenth Grammy Award, or two new Oscars," my best friend, Nico, said to me as he sauntered in after me. I shot him a look, "I'll have you know, it's nine Grammy's. I have ten Oscars." Let's just say, given my career, I've broken some serious world records.

Nico snorted, "It's hard to keep track of your ever growing award collection. My bad."

Nico Harris, my best friend since high school freshman year. We've been through a lot, from meeting on the football field on try outs day, to schmoozing with the likes of Angelina Jolie and Chris Brown. It's crazy, really, to think that even though I've only been famous for, what, four actual years, I'm already like this. Okay, I guess that's a long time, but I don't particularly feel it. It still all feels like a dream to me. But Nico here is always around to remind me that this is real.

How did this all happen, you wonder? It all started when I was a mere scrawny high school kid from Texas. Nico and I used to upload videos of us either singing or performing little sketches. His were mostly comedy, mine were anything but comedy, but they were good nevertheless. So, anyway, one day this girl, Dakota, showed her dad, my current boss, one of our videos. He loved them and called us up and the next thing we knew, we were on a flight to Hollywood. Nico starred in this comedy show called So Random which I was initially part of but then opted for Mackenzie Falls. Throughout the years, we got more and more noticed by the crowd and zoomed to the top.

Then last year my show ended, after six seasons. Then I started doing some movies and focusing on my music more, which ultimately made me the successful seventeen year old guy I am today. Quite a life story, eh?

Still, with all this fame and fortune... I still feel like it isn't enough. I mean, my dreams came true – how many people can say that? But still. Ever since I was a kid, I had this goal that I would end up stinking rich somehow. Whether it was for acting, or singing, or my football talents (yeah, football's like a second nature to me). Now that I've made it, why aren't I happy? I'm far from figuring that part out. I've never told anyone this, but I don't think I'm really enjoying this life anymore. Something about it seems kind of... lonely. I don't live with my dad anymore and Nico can't be there 24/7. He has his own life, too.

"Dude... dude!" Nico exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. I blinked, "huh?"

He let out an annoyed breath, "You weren't listening to me! I've just spent the last twenty minutes talking and you weren't listening! I mean, what the heck is wrong with you lately? You seem so out of it," he said, his voice now becoming softer. I rubbed my eyes and got up to go to the kitchen. Nico followed, still talking.

"Lately, you've been acting so out of it..." he continued. I absentmindedly tuned him out again and grabbed a cola. What exactly am I missing? I have family, even if I don't see them all the time, they're always there. I have friends like the Randoms. I have money, girls, fans... but it's just not enough. I leaned forward, contemplating. As I took a swing of my fizzy soda, I wondered will it ever be enough?

"...And there you go, not listening again!" Nico snapped, grabbing my attention again. I cringed, "Sorry man."

"You know what you need?" he asked, not even acknowledging my apology as he grabbed some apples to juggle. I watched him in awe, as he added yet another apple every second of so.

"What?"

"A girl," Nico said, just as his phone went off. I choked on my drink. Nico, thrown off guard for a second, dropped the apples, and they landed one by one on my head. I growled and straightened up, rubbing my head. Nico checked his phone before turning back to me.

"Shouldn't you get that?" I asked, still rubbing my head, "And thanks for flattening my skull, by the way."

"No prob. And no, it's just my brother. But listen man," he said, picking up the apples, "you need a girl-"

"I don't want a girlfriend," I cut in.

"Why the heck not?" he demanded, "We're famous now. Hot girls are a given, man! Rich or not, they'll want you!"

"But I don't want them," I snapped, "Can we just drop this?"

"So you don't want a girl," Nico said, ignoring the second part of my statement, "Get one for just a night."

I looked at him and tossed the empty can into the bin, "that's just wrong, dude. I'd never do that. And anyway, I'm dating anymore famous people. Remember what happened with Taylor Swift?"

"She writes mean songs about all her exes! It was a given!" he exclaimed, following me out of the room. I made it to my bedroom, stopping to collect my awards, three flights of stairs later with Nico's constant battering.

"Man, you need to live the high life. I mean, you ditched the after party! And Selena Gomez asked you to be her date! Selena Gomez!" I scoffed at Nico, sitting on my bed and kicking off my shoes, "You know we're just friends, dude. Plus, I don't need Justin on my case. Will you please drop this already?!"

"You're lonely and sad," Nico continued, narrowly dodging the pillow I threw at him.

"Don't you have a home to go to?"

"Fine, I'll go. But you just think about it, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, shutting the door behind him. Once he was gone, I picked up my guitar and my notebook. Flipping to the most recent page, I inhaled and started to strum my guitar, trying to this of new lyrics.

"I got money
Everything that I ever wanted
Never thought of what I might need,
Need, need
Ain't it funny,
How I spend my whole life running
Reaching for the sky high and coming down with nothing

Feels like I'm 4 years old all over again
Cause I'm just running fast
Should be walking
Saying when I grow up
You gon' see
I'm gon' be comfortable and happy..." I sang softly, strumming my guitar. I gnawed on the end of my pencil thoughtfully. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of my new award gleaming in the moonlight from the window behind it. With an exasperated groan, I let myself fall face-first onto the desk in front of me.

Sonny's POV
I collapsed onto an empty barstool with a sigh. It was rush hour at work and I was beyond exhausted. Although I'm supposed to be on my shift right now, the club is so packed with people that no one would notice. And it's only gonna take a few minutes anyway.

And yes, I work in a club. But this one is more like a karaoke bar type of thing. It is one of Hollywood's most exclusive and brand new clubs around – and mega millionaires or celebrities usually wind up here for the best of the best treatment. What makes this place so special? It's location, for one. It's hidden in one of Los Angeles' mountainous grounds. But once you're in here, you can see the whole city. Its two floors high – one of them underground. That's where all the gambling happens. Up here, with its tinted glass walls and twinkling strobe lights – it's practically paradise. You can't really see the dark wooden floor as the smoke machines are covering it with a thick fog that stops at my knees. The DJ stand was across the room on the stage, blasting out The Script's Hall of Fame. I sat at the bar that was stretched alongside a whole wall. Needless to say, this place was awesome. I just couldn't wait until I walk in one day as a customer. Unfortunately, I'm here as a waitress. But one day, one day I'll be the one getting served here.

The whole reason we were so packed today was because we were hosting the after party of some awards show that went on tonight.

"Hey babe, how about I buy you a drink?" someone's hot breath tickled my neck, and pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned around to face Jackson Tyler, and I swear I almost passed out.

"I, uh, me?" I squeaked out.

"yeah," he said, "you."

I blushed, playing with my fingers, "I can't," I said regrettably, "We have a strict policy that employees can't mingle with customers." He raised an eyebrow at me, eyeing my uniform. I don't blame him, though. Our dress code is super stylish or super slutty. Or both.

I, of course, just choose to go for stylish. And whatever we wear has to be in either black or white. Today I'm wearing a sleeveless black halter neck dress that stops mid thigh. I paired these with some black high heels.

Since he doesn't seem to believe me, I hold up my notepad with a half hearted grin. Before either of us can say anything else, Will, my boss, appeared from nowhere.

"Sonny!" he exclaimed, raising his eyebrows at me, "What are you doing sitting down on the job?"

"S-sorry, Will," I stuttered, standing up and turning away from an amused Jackson Tyler. Up close, my boss looked like he could be my brother – because we had the same dark hair and eyes. In reality, he's two years older than me, at twenty years old. I guess you could say he's pretty young to own a club – especially this successful. His parents own it, but they let him run it.

"Wouldn't want you to miss out on this job," he said to me, before adding, "And you're due up there." He nodded his head towards the stage, and I gasped. He chuckled, winking at me, "Break a leg, girl."

Will never lets any of the staff perform, but he's always had a certain liking to me for some reason. I've been in LA for almost a year now and nothing's happened yet. I left Wisconsin hoping for something – anything –to happen. But I needed money, which is why I wound up working here. But that hasn't stopped me from writing songs and giving them to Will, in hopes of him actually playing one of them here. Before I stop to think about his reasons for suddenly letting me perform, I had reached the stage and the DJ handed me a mike. I walked to the middle of the stage, and some people had noticed me up on stage by now. That's when I realised – I didn't know what I was going to sing!

My face turned pink gradually as I realised this. I quickly looked over at the DJ table, and he winked at me, popping in a CD. Relief flooded my being as the opening chords of the familiar song came to me. It seems so familiar... oh my gosh it's my song! He's letting me sing my song! I started belting out the lyrics to one of my own songs, Heart Attack, even dancing a little. Finally, I thought, maybe I'll get discovered tonight? I mean, there are a lot of big celebs out in the crowd.

Hours later, just as the last of the crowd had either left or been dragged out unconscious, we were finally done cleaning up the place. I stifled yet another yawn, wondering vaguely if I really had performed hours before or if it was a dream. The early morning sun seeped in from the far off horizon, slowly engulfing the empty club with its lazy golden beams of warmth. I put the last chair away and sit on the edge of the stage, staring out of one of the glass walls.

"Hey Sonny, well done," Caleb said to me as he stacked away the last of the shot glasses before hopping over the bartender counter to me. I know he has a crush on me, and he knows that I know and that I don't return his feelings. It's not that he's not cute – because he is – and it's not that he's not a nice guy, because he can be if he wants to. I just don't see us happening anytime soon.

I grinned widely despite myself, "Thanks, Caleb. I can't believe Will let me perform, you know?"

Caleb stuffed his hands in his pockets, "I can. He probably wants you, too."

I rolled my eyes, "Oh please Caleb. Will doesn't like me. Why would he?"

His eyes slid down to my lips, and as he licked his own, he answered me with a small smile, "I can think of a couple of reasons why..." I shivered at his husky tone and stepped back, trying to regain my breathing.

"You know that I don't..." I trailed off, not meeting his glittering green eyes.

"Ah, yes I do," he said, now talking with a normal tone, "but just know that every time we hang out, I'll be thinking about kissing you." He winked at me before sauntering off, leaving me frozen in spot. Whether it was from disgust or some sort of guilty pleasure I don't know. What I do know is that whether I realise it or not, my dream of stardom is coming to me – and fast.

"So I hear that Will, like, let you perform," a snide voice said from my side. I inwardly groaned and responded to her without even looking at her.

"As a matter of fact, Cassidy, he did. And it was amazing."

Cassidy O'Neil. If this were a high school, she'd be the queen bee. She even looks like one, with her beautiful red tresses that brushed her waits and her dark, dazzling green eyes that seemed to sparkle with unsaid arrogance. She was so gorgeous, it was annoying. Unfortunately, while her face and body were seemingly perfect, she's got the ugliest personality around. Although she's not exactly a queen bee cheerleader here, she is the vice manager, right under Will. And yet even he hates her. Everyone does, actually, but no one cares enough about her to fight back. Except me, which is another reason why Caleb says he likes me. I'm not quite sure what her problem was with me, but I know that she hates me and wants me to know it.

"Whatever. I bet no one suffered, since they, like, were probably too wasted to notice," she said with a tinkling laugh. As you can probably tell, she's a serious victim of the 'like' disease, that is annoying enough to even make the most calm people want to rip your head off. She has all the symptoms: constant hair flipping, gum chewing, and air headed comments. Like, for real. I rolled my eyes, "Or maybe everyone was too busy under your skirt to notice." And with that, I hopped off the stage and flounced off, passing a snickering Caleb. I'm pretty sure he heard the whole conversation.

So there we go! Sonny and Chad will meet in the next chapter – I hope you guys like it! If not, please tell me so that I know! And, as I said before, it's probably going to have five chapters in total. Thanks!

Sammie!