A/N: Okay, so this idea popped into my head at, like, 12:38 at night. And so now, at 12:44, I'm sitting here, writing it. And afterwards, I'm going to post it and the 5th Chapter of What About Chad. Mostly because when I tried a little while ago it said that the Document Upload-y thingy was down and to try again in a few minutes. So, here we go.

And by the way, this is...more than likely...going to be a one-shot.

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Sonny awoke to the sweet sound of birds chirping. She sat up, one of her signature smiles that engulfed her whole face and could light up all of Las Vegas engulfed her entire face as she stretched as if to make space for the fresh morning.

She flung her comforter aside and swung her legs over the side of her bed, smiling as she looked out her bedroom window at the just rising California sun. It was a lovely Tuesday morning in December. Which unlike Wisconsin, didn't mean snow in Los Angeles. And while Sonny loved to see the delicate white snow flakes drift slowly down to the lightly frosted ground, she loved Los Angeles winters. Sonny had always loved warm weather. She loved to see the sun high in the sky, warming the planet and brightening the sky. And in many ways, she was like the sun. She would warm people's hearts and brighten their days - all with a simple smile. She could make the world a better place and it didn't cost her anything . All she had to do was be her self.

She sprung to her feet and shuffled to her bathroom to take a nice, warm shower that woke her up even more. She toweled off and sipped to her closet, thinking intensely of what to wear on this fine morning. Her eyes carefully studied the contents of her closet until finally they fell on the perfect thing.

Sonny was in a particularly sunny mood and her outfit just amplified that. She had decided on a long sleeved, white, hooded shirt under a pale yellow, spaghetti-strapped linen sun dress and a pair of white flip-flops. She carefully applied black eyeliner so that any emotion portrayed by her chocolatey-brown eyes (particularly her happiness) would be even more intense than her already expressive face made it. Along with the eyeliner she put on a little bit of rosey-pink blush and peach peach flavored lip-gloss.

She skittered out to the kitchen to see her mother making breakfast.

"Ooo....waffles! Yum," she told her mother, leaning over her shoulder. Her mom leaned over and pecked her on the cheek.

"Morning honey. Sleep well?"

Sonny sighed contentedly. "Yeah. Isn't it a wonderful morning?" Connie chuckled.

"What are you so giddy about? You have to leave for work at 7 in the morning. Most kids your age would much rather be sleeping then."

"C'mon mom, you know I'm a morning person. Plus, it's warm and sunny out in the middle of December! What's not to be happy about?" Sonny made her way over to the breakfast table, a pitcher of orange juice and two glasses already waiting along with the vase of flowers in the middle.

"...Like I said, rehearsal at seven. I don't know about you, but that's definitely not my idea of a good morning."

Connie walked over to Sonny with a plate of fresh waffles and a small pitcher of syrup and she began to dig in. Her mum sat down across from her after serving herself a plate and pouring a mug of hot, caffinated, coffee.

They both ate in relative silence, being polite not to talk with their mouths full. Sonny finished before her mother and grabbed a sunflower from the vase on the table, slipping it behind her right ear and giggled.

As her mom chewed on, Sonny got up and grabbed an apple off the counter a few feet away, glanced at the clock on the stove and gasped.

"Mom! It's ten of! We're going to be late!"

They both rushed out the door, sonny still with the apple in her hand, into the car, and drove off towards the Condor Studio lot.

Connie pulled up with two minutes to spare. "Have a great day sweetie. See you later."

Sonny laughed sweetly, "Bye mom," and gave her a little wave as she drove off.

Sonny whipped around to head to Stage 3 but unexpectly ran into someone.

"Hey! Watch where yo--Oh, hey Monroe. How's it going?"

"Umm...fine, Chad. How're...you?" His sudden warmth caught her off guard.

"Great, I mean, normally I hate getting up thi--" He was interupted by a fierce, warm breeze slamming into the both of them, knocking an unsuspecting Sonny right into Chad's toned chest.

"Ow...Wow...it's windy..."

Chad giggled playfully. (A/N: haha, Chad giggling. Awesome!) "Yeah, that's the Santa Anas. They blow in from the deserts to here in fall and into winter. It's why LA's so warm, even in the middle of December."

"Wow Chad...How...knowledgable of you."

"Yeah." He smiled warmly to her. "And some people say that when the Santa Anas blow - all bets are off. Anything can happen." He flashed a demure grin at her, and while she was standing there, mulling over what he said, he slipped her apple right out of her hands, without her noticing.

He started to walk away, then turned around and winked at her. "Catch ya later Monroe." And he took a bite her her apple before turning back around and heading to the door.

"Wait...what just happened?" Sonny snapped out of her daze, and looked down at her watch, letting out a worried squeal. "EEK! I'm gonna be late!"

She ran over to the door and hoped and prayed that she could make it to rehearsal without anyone noticing she was running late.

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A/N: Okay...so, I'm tired. So this is going to be...probably a three-shot. Maybe a little bit longer. But I don't think I'm going to make it a two-shot. I want to give y'all something a little meatier.

Although, I could easily leave it at this. What do you guys think I should do?

So...

"Hey guys! Sonny Monroe here! Go ahead and leave a review! It'll make everyone happy!"

"Yeah, especially me! I want to write more Chad, but I'm not sure if you guys think I should continue with this..."

"Yeah, Ky, this Chad is...interesting. I didn't know about that whole Santa Anas thing. It's very cool. And it's nice for Chad to be all...knowing and stuff...But he took my apple."

"Hmm...true. Well, if these nice folks tell me whether or not to write more, then maybe he'll pay you back." *raises eyebrows and gives creepish smile*

"Yeah maybe....wait...How do you mean 'Pay me back?' Gosh...you're probably thinking something sketchy. You know I don't like Chad like that!"

"...Sure, why not? We'll go with that."

"What do you mean?! Read my lips - I. Don't. Like. Chad. Dylan. Cooper."

"Maybe. But that really means nothing to me."

"Ky! Jeez...you're as bad as Selena Gomez..."

"Yeah, well. Really what I write depends on my readers. So if they tell me they don't want any Channy, then you won't have to worry!"

"Channy? What? ..."

"It's short for Chad/Sonny."

"Oh...Well get to reviewing guys!!"