Hi ya'll, it's me! I'm writing another fanfic. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny with a chance

Dedication: To God, for without Him, I would not be here and I would not be able to write this. God is my everything.

"We need to talk." Chad Dylan Cooper said. He had come into my dressing room, without even knocking. How rude is that? Everybody knows I need my Tawni time.

I sighed and turned to him,

"What is it, pooper?"

Chad sighed; I could tell he was upset over something. Wait a minute, was I caring? About Chad?

I must be going crazy.

"It's about Sonny," He said.

"What about her?" I asked. Of course I knew it was about him liking her. I mean it was so obvious, except maybe to her. Though, how could she not know.

Chad looked down, shyly. Wait, was he blushing. I took a closer look. Oh my goodness, he was so blushing.

"Well, I like her." He stated.

"Really?" I feigned surprised.

Chad glared at me evily.

I smiled sheepishly at him. "Okay, well I knew that. It's bout time you admit it."

Chad glared at me once more, "Can you just stop interrupting me?" Talk about rude!

He took a deep breath and said,

"I don't think she likes me."

OH, could he be more stupid? I mean, come on, of course she likes you man! How can you not see it?

"Anyway," Chad continued, "I figured we get her attention."

"Wait, we?" I asked. Why we? Why not him.

"Yes we." Chad replied. "I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.

Unfortunately, at that time I had just taken a sip of water and so, in surprise I spat it all out. All over Chad. You should have seen it too It was just so hilarious. Though, right now, Chad was giving me an evil look.

"Look, can you just pretend to be my girlfriend to get her jealous?" He asked.

What kind of plan was that, and how could I- Tawni Hart- do that to my- I mean Sonny. Okay, fine you caught me, Sonny Munroe was my best friend and how could I do something so horrible to her.

"What's in it for me?" I asked.

"A whole months worth of steak at the cafrietria." Chad replied.

Well, that was too good to pass up. I mean, come on, Tawni Hart needs her steak! Wait, I'm not sounding too much like Chad am I?

"Fine, you've got a deal." I said, holding out my hand for him to shake it. And, he did.

After we let go of each other's hands, we both wiped our hands off on our clothes.

And, then he left. Finally, some Tawni time. I turned back to the shining mirror and admired the beautiful blond in it. That blond, being me.