A/N: So, this is my first Sonny with a Chance fanfiction! Please review because as I've said before, reviews make me happier than a 5 year old with a brand new pack of Crayola crayons. That's pretty happy.

So, I was thinking. And don't make some smart remark about CDC not being able to "think." I actually think quite often. Well, Sonny says that none of the thinking I do is important, but that's not the point. Anyways, as I was saying, I was thinking a little the other day. There may be a small, tiny, microscopic chance that I could possibly like Sonny. Possibly. Which made me realize something else! If I sorta-kinda-almost like her, then she HAS to like me. After all, it's humanly impossible for someone to not return my affection. Not that I would give her my affection…what was I saying? Oh yeah! So, Sonny must like me. Maybe she just doesn't know it yet? Therefore, my goal is to make a list of reasons why Sonny Munroe should (and probably does) like me.

I'm the greatest actor of our generation. Face it, nobody can compare. Hell, I may even be the greatest actor of any generation. My talent is pretty much endless.

I'm quite modest. Don't believe me? Just look at number one; I could've said I am the greatest actor of any generation. Instead, I said I may even be. I believe in being modest and down-to-earth. I'm just not cocky like that Efron.

I'm not THAT afraid of spiders. Okay, this might not seem important. But I assure you, this is essential. When Sonny sees a huge spider and runs away scared, I'll just be all manlike and squash it for her. CDC isn't afraid of anything. Except for turtles. But that's not significant at the current time.

I'm adorable! Sonny never has to worry about looking presentable because eyes are always on me. My effortless smile is part of the reason why I am so charming. Not that I'm OBSESSED with my looks or anything. But it's just that if I look this wonderful, shouldn't I share that with the world? It seems quite selfish not to.

I know how to not embarrass myself. This would be great for Sonny because being a part of So Random is as much embarrassment as anybody should be allowed. Except for Grady… that kid is just odd.

I understand how difficult the acting business is. (Although I don't know if what Sonny does could be considered as acting). Anyways, I'll totally make her feel better when she auditions for some role that Tisdale gets instead. I hate to admit this, yet even I have been turned down for roles. I know, I know, it's quite hard to believe. One director said that I was too much of a "dude diva" to work with! Can you believe that fool? Whoops, I got sidetracked again. What I was trying to say is that Sonny isn't going to get every role she tries out for. Being the sweet guy I am, I can console her. Um, attempt to console her actually. Tears freak me out a little bit.

Crap. Sonny just passed by the cafeteria. Normally, this wouldn't matter, but she came back when she saw that I was willingly writing. She better know that this isn't a diary! I should go for now…

Okay, so I talked to Sonny. She wasn't impressed.

"Chad Dylan Cooper- is that a diary I see?"

"Psshh. Don't be ridiculous. Diaries are for emotionally troubled teenage girls. This is simply a journal that records the adventures of my extremely interesting life."

"Oh," she said, before really realizing what I had meant. "Wait a second, I keep a diary! That doesn't mean I'm emotionally troubled." Sonny folded her arms and glared at me.

"Yup," I said sarcastically. "You're completely put-together and totally not over emotional."

This didn't make things better. "Don't use sarcasm! Diaries are a wonderful way to express your feelings. Besides, you might not want to admit it, but you are keeping a diary." The silly girl actually looked smug after her little outburst. Doesn't she know that I never lose an argument?

"It's not a diary!" Okay, not my most clever comeback.

"Really? Then what kinds of silly things do you write in there? If it's not a diary, you shouldn't be afraid to tell me."

Of course I wasn't afraid! How dare she? "Fine- you wanna know what I write about? Things that annoy me, such as turtles, So Random, when I don't get my daily smoothie, and the fact that you don't seem to find me attractive!" That last part didn't come out right.

Sonny gawked at me with her alarmingly large eyes. "Do you want me to find you attractive?"

"Of course not, silly. I was only joking. The point is … this is not a diary. Got it, Random?"

Sighing, Sonny threw her hands up in the air. "Chad, I give up. I guess I'll just pretend that you don't keep a diary."

Didn't I tell you that I win every single argument? "Glad that you understand that."

"Oh, and Chad?" Goodness, what more did this woman want to ask me?

"Yes, Random?"

"I never exactly said that you weren't attractive."

Giggling to herself, Sonny left the cafeteria. She really is a strange girl. (Although she must have some sanity to realize that I'm good looking). Which brings me to my next point:

She should like me due to the fact that I tolerate her oddness. I never judge her when she starts talking about charity and eating healthy. I just let her talk! That's a true sign of a polite guy. Not to mention the fact that she's a little pretty when she's rambling…I should end this diary entry now. No, not diary, I meant journal entry. Ugh, journal doesn't sound manly either. It's more like a Chad notebook. A Chadbook? A NoteCooper? Eh, I'll figure it out eventually.