S m u r f I d a c I o u s :: A C H A N N Y F A N F I C

Synopsis: Smurfidacious, adjective. The state of being smurf-like or resembling a smurf character... Sonny's face turns blue after using Tawni's new TawniTown face wash. It's bad enough being teased all day, but Chad being Chad, intensifies her sorrowful feelings by calling her a smurf. Channy! R&R!

Rating: T for minor language.

Disclaimer: I don't own SWAC, only this story's plotline.

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Sonny was half-bent over, pushing with all her might against her dressing room door. It was cracked open, and all she could see was stamped cardboard with a return address of Michigan. There were boxes full of god-knows-what, piled high to the ceiling as far as she could see.

"Tawni?" She screamed once again, hearing her voice echo off all of the boxes. Where was the blonde?

She then heard tons of loud shuffling, and the door was whipped open by a sweaty, cosmetic-less Tawni Hart. The boxes blocking the door had been moved away, most likely by Tawni, considering her current sweat-filled condition.

"Sorry about all of the boxes, I couldn't hear you." She apologized, motioning her inside the dressing room.

Sonny stepped in, her jaw dropping in awe at the sight of the dozens of boxes. There was a narrow path cleared out that provided only a trail to the bathroom and closet space. Classic Tawni move.

"What is all this?" She demanded, noticing that most of the boxes were stacked up on her side of the dressing room.

Tawni exhaled loudly, panting. "These are all the preorders on my new cosmetics line: TawniTown. It's going to have face wash, mascara, and eyeliner – all the stuff that will help make people almost as pretty as me!" She explained, throwing her arms in the air excitedly at the end, shaking with excited giggles about the exciting occasion.

"Oh." Was all Sonny could muster. She spent ten minutes trying to bust down her door for this? "Well I better get a discount on these products since it's all occupying my space." She demanded, her hand on her hip.

"Oh, you'll get more than a discount! You're going to be the first one to get the preordered products! In fact, here's a TawniTown package. It has all the important necessities you need to be prettier." Tawni offered, holding out a pink makeup bag that read TawniTown across of it. She wiggled it in front of Sonny's unreadable face.

"Are you calling me ugly?" Sonny asked, insulted by the statement made by the flustered celebrity.

"No, it'll just make you…prettier then you are at the moment." Tawni explained, back-tracking her statement as much as she could.

Sonny reached out and snatched the bag. "Fine, whatever, Tawn. Has it been tested yet?"

"Oh…yeah, of course, Sonny. It's been tested plenty of times." Tawni assured, nodding her head for good measures.

Sonny sighed. "I'm the tester aren't I?" Tawni nodded sheepishly, rocking on her feet nervously like a second grader.

"And that means you have to try it right now. The customers are lining up, breaking into my sales office, and clogging our telephone service line! We need to put it on the market ASAP!" She said dramatically, looking on the verge of either tears or a mental breakdown. Sonny decided not to push it.

"Fine, fine, fine. I'll use the face wash and then put on the make-up. Happy?" She reasoned.

"As a clam," Tawni mused, skipping into her closet and closing the door to change into a new outfit.

Sonny groaned, carrying the bag into her bathroom. She turned on the warm water, splashing it all over her face. She took out the face wash bottle, squeezing part of it out and lathering it all over her face generously.

Sonny rubbed it in with circular motions as the package called for, rinsing it off soon after. She grabbed a wash cloth next to the sink and held it up to her drenched face, drying it off as she walked over to ask Tawni about the best liner color choice. The star was currently lounging across the couch with the latest Tween Weekly magazine in hand.

"Tawn–" she began as she pulled off the towel, only to hear a loud scream nearby.

She tore off the towel, gaping at the blond shakily.

"Thanks for another Tawni scream, Sonny! Keep 'em coming!" Zora yelled through her vent hiding place.

"At this rate, she will!" Tawni yelled, too petrified to look back over at Sonny.

Sonny's eyes flickered from Tawni and the vents. "What's wrong Tawni?"

"Your face!" The blonde screamed back, horrified.

"Ugh, Tawni, I know my face isn't as 'beautiful' as yours, but–"

Tawni shook her head, "No, your face!" She explained, shoving a handheld mirror in Sonny's hands to show her the problem.

"Oh my goshness! My face… it's blue! You're TawniTown face wash turned it blue!" She gasped-yelled, her hands clawing at her face as if it would peel off all together.

"Heh… Good thing I haven't let anyone try it yet." Tawni murmured, her finger on her chin thoughtfully.

"You have. Me!" Sonny said, her eyebrows scrunched together as one.

"Oh, never mind then. Sorry buddy. I'm sure it'll come off sooner or later. I'd give it a week tops. Maybe two." Tawni insisted, skipping out of the room happily.

"Oh my god… What if my face is like this forever? What if it never fades out? What if I have to die the rest of my body blue? What if I have to pull an MJ?" She screeched, eyes filled with terror as her pretty face's life flashed before her. This is the end…Goodbye my used-to-be-beautiful skin, she thought.

Sonny continued raking through her mind for future facial outcomes, not realizing the growing footsteps coming towards her dressing room.

"Knock, knock," a familiar voice mused, tapping on the open door quietly.

Sonny cringed, dropping the mirror and covering her face with her hand.

"Chad, not now." She insisted, trying to close the door with the hand not covering her face.

Chad chuckled, "C'mon Monroe, turn around and let's talk. We never talk anymore."

"We talk every day, Chad. Now get the hell out of my dressing room! I don't want to see you. Not now or any time soon!" She yelled, now attempting to close the door by kicking it with her foot.

"Now now, Monroe, that's not a very nice way to talk to the greatest actor of our generation." He smirked.

"You're right," she said, momentarily surprising the both of them, "if I was talking to the greatest actor of our generation, that would be rude. But Zac Efron isn't in here."

Chad gasped, placing a hand on his heart. "Sonny!" He yelled, grabbing both of her hands and turning her around to face him aggressively.

He dropped his hands just as quickly, covering his own mouth to hide the laughing pouring out of his system at the sight of her blue face.

"That's why you wouldn't turn around. Ha! Sonny's a smurf!" He cracked up.

"Am not." She whined, covering her face in shame once again.

"Smurf." He coughed.

"Jerk." She coughed, mocking him.

Chad rolled his eyes. "Smurfy McSmurf-Smurf!"

"Mayor of Jerkoslovakia!" She accused, her lip pulled up in a frown.

"Mayor of Smurfsville!" He snapped back, causing her to gasp in shock.

"Oh snap, you just crossed the line there! I am not the mayor of Smurfsville!" She said, stepping closer to him to glare him straight in the eye.

"What are you then, the governor?" He mocked her tone.

She groaned. "No!"

"The president?"

"No, Chad, just shut up!" She screamed in his face, aggravated as can be.

Chad's eyes widened in fake shock, "Kiss you? Well okay…" He leaned in, only to be shoved back by Sonny.

"No, I said shut up!" She said impatiently, her nostrils flaring in her cute little anger.

"Sonny I have to ask you to stop begging me to kiss you. The time will come eventually," he said, his voice five times louder so random people in the hallway could hear his accusations.

"Chad, just leave me alone. I'm embarrassed enough of the condition of my face, there's no reason to rub it in," she mumbled, her gaze focused on her black heels.

Chad's eyes softened. "I'm sorry," he said, causing Sonny to look up, "I can't help it you're so smurfidacious."

"Excuse me?"

"Smurfidacious, adjective. Smurfidacious is the state of being smurf-like or resembling a smurf character. Do you need me to use it in a sentence?" He asked jokingly, chuckling when he saw the look on her face.

"No! Just stop. This won't be funny anymore when it washes off tonight." Sonny argued, waging a finger in his direction threateningly.

Chad raised his eyebrows, "And what if it doesn't come off? What then?"

"You just jinxed it!" She screamed, fanning her face with her hand like she had just seen a ghost. "I'm going to be blue forever!"

"If you're so sad all the time, then you should go to a therapist!" Chad joked, elbowing her and receiving no response.

"Humor isn't your thing. Just leave now, you've annoyed me enough for today." She murmured.

Chad clicked his tongue, "Aight, Sonny. I'll check in on your face tomorrow. I would say good luck, but I wouldn't mean it."

"Yeah, yeah, out the door." Sonny demanded, pushing him out of her dressing room and slamming the door.

"See ya smurfy!" He called through the door.

Sonny groaned, taking a seat on the box-occupied orange couch and laying her face in her hands.

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Hey people with computers! I hope you liked it! It was so fun to write, because I got to research smurfs! Whew!

Anyways… I'm thinking of making this more than just an one-shot. Like each chapter she could be a different type of smurf, like on the smurf show. What do you think? And if you think I should, any ideas?

Read and review, especially if you want me to continue!

- S3r3ndipity