Disclaimer: I do not own Chad, Sonny, Portlyn, Tawni (SWAC), Capri Sun, or anything else recognizable mentioned. I do own Chad's aunt and uncle, along with 'Maggie McGee'.

A/N: Meet my newest baby, guys! It's a six-shot, and it's all planned out (I'm also fixing to post a Camp Rock fic). Anyhow, this Chad is a little different from my usual Chad (he's more broken, per se). I wanted to show him blossoming into the jerk that we all know and love, based on his love life. So here ya go:


Five Takes

"Little Sonny"

-Sub-Take -


The first time that we crossed paths, I wasn't smitten. I wasn't drooling or gushing or bubbling over with perky-filled joy. In truth, I was a little bit grossed out.

Figuratively speaking, I was already a little stressed out to begin with. I was four years old, out of school for the summer, (ha – I felt so old saying 'out of school'), when my parents decided to drag me to Wisconsin so I could see relatives.

You see, I once heard from a boy at my school, named Tobey, that Wisconsin is made of cheese. I hate cheese. In fact, I hate all sorts of milk products, which is why my mom constantly buys soy. So needless to say, I was already in a crappy mood.

Then my Aunt Karen and Uncle Jon decided that it would be appropriate to drag me to the park's playground.

That's when I saw her.

She was on the swings, her brown pigtails bobbing up and down as she swung. She was grinning and giggling and clapping her hands, and she was kicking her feet to and fro and having a good time.

I was utterly bored, and I despised the fact that she wasn't. And I didn't have any good, respective boy to play with. In fact, swing-girl and I were the only two kids in the park. I hated it.

I hated it so much that I just remained at the root of the swing set, hands on hips, shooting glares between swing-girl and my aunt and uncle.

It was all an evil ploy to make me hate Wisconsin, the 'state of cheese', even more.

"Hi!" I had been busy glaring at Uncle Jon for a few minutes when a hand tapped me on my shoulder. Very slowly, with narrowed eyes, I looked at the girl.

She was my height, and her eyes were brown and sparkly. The sun just happened to be right behind her head as well, and it made her hair glow. She looked kind of like an angel, actually.

-Shudder-

No. Not an angel.

Girl's have cooties. I'm sure of it.

In fact I made sure that my friend (Bobby), and I went and had our cootie vaccinations prior to Cheese-Trip.

I shivered.

"Hey." I tapped the ground with my foot, hoping that it would open up and swallow me and take me to the home of the Ninjas. They're cool dudes that are cootie-free.

I respect them.

"I'm Sonny." She held her hand out for me, and I just stared at it while I processed her name.

Sonny.

How ironic, with the sun behind her head and all.

Sonny.

Kind of a pretty name.

-Shiver-

Sonny.

"Chad Dylan." I offered quietly, still looking at her hand. Now she was moving it from side to side, which caused me to look at her like she was crazy. What did she want me to do, lick it?!

No, no, no, no, no. Girls have cooties!

I took a step away from her.

She took that same step towards me.

I wrinkled my nose in fear.

She stuck her tongue out at me.

"I don't have cooties, boy." The girl piped up, and my curiosity grew. She even dropped her hand by her side, and I bit my lip.

Okay, so maybe I was intrigued…

"Why not?" I looked at her, wide eyed.

"I'm special." She grinned, and then skipped towards an empty picnic table. I followed her like a baby lion attached to its mother.

"Special how? And how old are you?" She was kneeling on the table's bench now, digging through an orange cooler.

Ignoring me, she pulled out two silver packets with palm trees on the front. I licked my lips, eying the packages. Strawberry Capri Sun. The greatest drink in the world!

And dream of dreams, she handed one over to me.

"Can I really?" I was speechless. Never had a girl ever been so nice to me. Usually, at school, girls just steal my markers and pencils and then they poke me with them. Sonny was right. She was special.

"Of course!" She piped up, unwrapping her straw and stabbing it in the silver wrapping. I followed in suit, and took a gulp.

(I say 'gulp' because mom tells me that I'm not physically capable of taking a 'sip'.)

I was beginning to believe her (Sonny). She definitely didn't have cooties. In fact, dare I say it, if she had anything, it was my heart.

Little Sonny from Cheese-State had my heart.

I grinned, dreaming about her in a fluffy white dress made of toilet paper, carrying her mother's silk flowers towards me.

We would say our vows and have our honeymoon at the Fun Attack, and go down the twisty slide and fall in the ball pit. After playing ball for a while, we'd go down the dark twisty slide, but I'd hold her hand (so she wouldn't be scared). Then, fifty million years later, we'd have babies and all would be good.

Yep. I had Sonny's and my future planned out at that moment.

And strawberry Capri Sun would be our forever favorite drink.

I sighed in contentment.

"I'm four." Finally, between sips, she answered me. I nodded at her and pointed to myself. We were the same age! How cool!

"Whaddya wanna be when ya grow up?" ('sides my wife). I was blissfully happy, so excuse the improper use of our language (and it ain't Latin).

"I wanna be on TV." She said this, took her last sip of the CS, and began folding up the silver wrapping as she took out a marker. My eyes lit up.

She liked to make phones out of her CS drinks as well!

"This is so cool, Sonny." I gushed happily as we began drawing numbers on the silver wrap. She nodded along with a slight grin on her face.

And for a good thirty minutes, we made "phone calls" to each other with our CS packs, and chit-chatted, and I fell even more in love. But all too soon, my aunt started calling for me, and Sonny's dad started calling for her. I wanted to cry, scared that I would never see her again.

Then in a moment of heart-bursting desperation, Sonny skipped over to me, took my face in her little hands, and planted a kiss on my face.

Wisconsin was the best state ever!

Then, needless to say, the second that I got to where we were staying, I ran in and opened up my handy-dandy notebook (Blue's Clues), and wrote in it that Capri Sun Sonny (from Wisconsin) had kissed me. I also wrote in it that I was going to marry her one day. State separation fact, or not.

At that point, I was determined to be an actor.

Little did I know that, sixteen years later, I would see Sonny again. She would be on my show's opposing show; and I would've already had my heartbroken a thousand times. Or so it seemed.


Thoughts? =)