Hey Guys this is my brand new companion story to Sonny With A Chance of Eavesdropping, my other story's from Sonny's POV, Now I must warn you this one is from Chad's point of view but reading it from his first may spoil the "experience" Check out Sonny's point of view by clicking on my username and looking at my stories. Hope you guys like it and please, please, please, leave some reviews behind.

The only thing I do own is the word "Jonii" read as "Jone – eye" as in several Jonases

Thanks A Ton – iOutspoken (CHAD'S POV BELOW)

"AHHHHHHHHH" I yelled piercingly. They woke me up, once again.

Damned Jonas Brothers with their tight jeans and v-neck shirts ruining my beauty sleep. Again.

I sat down in a seat at the Teen Choice Awards with one worshipper by each side. Miley and Selena. Too easy, it was like this all of the time. Gorgeous girls followed me everywhere. I was living every teenage boy's dream. Selena had been checking me out the whole night. She so wants me. "Go Chad" I murmured to myself as Miley tapped me lightly under the table and swiftly handed me a picture of herself with her phone number attached in precise handwriting. "The Chadster scores again" I whispered to myself and smirked. That hot girl from those lame vampire movies was checking me out. Eat that Rob Pattz.

I watched as some random red headed chick walked up to the podium in her mega tall high heels and stumbled a little. I snickered. She was ready to announce the awards for best male red carpet fashion icon. Among the nominees were me (obviously), the Jonas Brothers ( ew .) , That weird pale guy from those sad vampire chick flicks and some wannabe from those high school musical movies. "Easy award" I murmured to myself. I had won all of the other years. And every year it was pretty much the same guys being nominated. Me and three losers.

I watched as the clumsy red head began to open the envelope in which the winners name was being announced. I snickered as the large screen focused on the faces of all of the nominees. Dunces. They all looked jumpy or restless. They could save themselves the trouble and just forfeit. If you could forfeit from this kind of thing…

"And this years, best male red carpet fashion icon, is …"

I stood up from my chair as the audience of celebrities behind me watched stunned.

"Thanks to all of you who voted for me I… would never be the great-" I was cut off by the red head.

"The Jonas Brothers!" yelled the red head as girls around the world clapped their hands in celebration of the news. Their popular new song "Paranoid" came on as the boys flashed me sorry smiles and skipped on stage in their sweater vests and fancy boots. Psh. Me, Chad Dylan Cooper getting pity from the Jonas Brothers.

"Thanks to all of you, thanks so much" said the youngest afro-d one with embarrassment as he flashed a peace sign with his fingers and girls in the audience cheered.

"Thanks to all of you, that have gotten us this far, we would have …" blah blah blah. The oldest Jonas Brother rambled on as he always did at award shows.

The pretty boy known as "Joe" by his pathetic fans leaned in and said a brief "We love you guys." The trio of wannabe's hopped off of the stage and once again took their seats.

Nobody could bare the uncomfortable silence after I accepted my imaginary award. It was all thanks to those damned Jonas Brothers. Nobody was ever more loved than Chad Dylan Cooper. Nobody.

"Thank god it was just a dream" I laughed. I hooted on "Haha, oh gosh, wow, that could never happen in real life." I laughed louder as I stereotypically slapped my knee.

"Oh my gosh Chaddy are you okay? I heard you yell!" Asked Portlyn puzzled.

I appreciated that she was concerned but Portlyn of all people? Her IQ ranged between that of a doorknob's and a goldfishes.

"Oh please, Portlyn I was just rehearsing for an audition…" I said in an obvious tone.

"So Portlyn can't help Chaddy with anything?" She said as she pouted and put a hand on my cheek. She sounded like an idiot.

I slapped her hand away.

"No. You can't" I said as I shot a nasty glare at her.

"Hmmph." She turned her back, pouted and stomped away. Like a dumb little kid having a tantrum.

I got up off of the king sized bed, fit for a king of course, I had in my dressing room. I sat down in front of my mirror and I ran my fingers tenderly through my locks of perfection.

"Man, I am. A. God" I said suavely into my reflection.

I flipped my head over and began to tousle my hair just like my stylist had taught me to do so that it would look soft and fluffy. Soft and fluffier than the "Jonii"(several Jonases) I bet…

I was admiring myself a little more when someone had the guts to knock on my dressing room's door. Not just knocking though. They were nearly punching the door.

"What do you want?" I yelled.

"What did you do to Sonny?" demanded an infuriating voice.

I sighed as I walked over to the door and motioned for the loud blonde to come in. If I did something to Sonny, I didn't need for the entire cast of Mackenzie Falls to hear about it.

I took a seat and got myself mentally prepared for the show.

"What did you do to her?" commanded the frustrating blonde. Oh god she was so boring. Who is she talking about again?

What is wrong with this girl? Maybe if I showed her a mirror she'd walk away quietly without a fuss.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I yelled back.

Freak .Total Freak. I picked up my phone and ran my fingers gently over the speed dial number three for my security guards. I might call them. I might not.

"Sonny just hasn't been the same recently, and the only possible reason here is you!" She screeched back as she pointed her finger at me. How dare she think she has the right, the authority, how dare she think she was worthy of pointing a finger at me? Only my mom could do that, and those questions ran through my head whenever she did it too…

I took a deep breath

"Look Blondy, I'm only gonna say this once, what the heck would, me, the greatest actor of our generation be doing on the set of "So Random"?" I put on my most uninterested tone, and raised one eyebrow. Chicks loved that.

"Look, "Blondy", she made air quotes for that last part, "You like Sonny and Sonny likes you……"

I kept quiet as I smirked at the thought of the psycho being carried away by my boys the security guards.

"Do you guys think I'm a complete moron or something?"

Yes.

"You two are more obvious than the endings to the episodes of Mackenzie Falls! Would you just deal with each other already!?"

Okay maybe she's not that dumb…I stopped for a second. I couldn't think of anything to say. For once, caught like a deer in headlights. What are guy deer's called again… a buck right… like a buck caught in headlights. I ran my fingers through my hair again and again as I breathed out loudly and tried to sound certain, relaxed… anything but tense.

"I don't know where the hell she is and whether she wants to come or not but tell her to wait outside the studio tonight at 9. You losers can't come though." I said in what I hoped was a self-assured voice.

"Yaaaaaaay! She's gonna be so happpyyyyyy!" Blondy clapped and squealed. I could feel my brain cells popping. Ouch.

I let my interest in Sonny get the best of me.

"Do you really think so?" I asked. I sounded like a little kid caught up in puppy love. I coughed repeatedly afterwards trying to cover up a completely awkward moment. I made myself much to obvious and I regretted saying those words the second they flew out of my mouth.

All Blondy did was shrug and walk out laughing. It seemed like she was laughing at me. That gave me all of the confidence I needed for my date tonight. Wow thanks Blondy. Not that the Chadster needs confidence. I have all of mine and extra.

I thought of those words and hoped that I could believe them myself. Sonny was different. She made me feel like a better person…when we weren't fighting of course. Stupid Cute.

I got up and decided that I would take a quick shower before our "date."

Yeah I have a shower in my dressing room. You don't work to be the best actor of our generation for nothing…

I stripped down and hopped in. The warmth of the water felt overpowering. Almost as if it were encouraging me to go out and really try to give Sonny a pleasant time. I stepped out of my brief shower and mentally debated on whether or not I should shave. Did Sonny like stubble? Did it matter? Would she be brushing up against my face at all tonight? Should I shave halfway and leave half of my face with blonde stubble? Chad that was stupid…

Chad you dumb heartthrob you're doing this for Sonny? I slapped myself. Mentally of course. I couldn't risk this gorgeous face.

I decided to shave despite of what Sonny thought.

I hoped she liked it without stubble…

I pictured my suave self charming her as I always did. It usually worked if I did it right…I wrapped my dark blue CDC initialed towel around myself and I walked into my room.

I decided to go simple with a plain white polo t-shirt and some dark wash jeans. As for shoes I put on plain black vans. I admired myself in the mirror. Of course I would never lose an award to the Jonas Brothers. Nobody in Hollywood can pull the casual look off as well as I do.

I checked my Rolex watch. The only non-casual thing I was wearing. The time said eight thirty. I had a half hour to waste. Maybe a fine start to this date would be to make Sonny laugh… she was from "Chuckle City" wasn't she? I dug around my dressing room until I found the voice changer I was given from "Celebrity Practical Joked". It was perfect. I'd walk up to Sonny, freak her out a little bit, tell her it was really me, she'd laugh and the ice would be broken. Too Easy. I put the button-like voice changer on the collar of my polo, where Sonny would never see it.

I laughed into the voice changer. Man, I still sounded hot when a cheap toy twisted my laugh. I kept the button-like toy in my pocket and I lay down on my bed. I was worn-out, today had been a long day of shooting, with Portlyn nagging me all of the time… to be the best actor of our generation I had to work hard, and lines didn't come easily to me as if by magic, I'd been perfecting them since I started the show a little bit less than a decade ago.

I wouldn't miss my date with Sonny for a nap though. I may have been forced into asking her but I didn't care… I don't regret a thing I did.

After using up my last half hour alone thinking of Sonny, I'd be spending the next few with Sonny… I walked out of the studio's back door and I was surprised at how dark the night was.

And then I saw a small silhouette. It had to be Sonny. In the dark of the night I could still see her playful curls and petite frame. I grabbed my voice changer and hooked it onto my collar. This was perfect. She lived for comedy, this would make her laugh or she'd love me for trying.

I coughed a little trying to get into the ideal "creepy older dude" persona.

I crept up behind her

"Hey Cutie" I said as I put my large hands on Sonny's fragile shoulders.

I watched the entire process, almost as if in slow motion.

The moment I saw the look in her normally lighthearted eyes I regretted my "joke she'd love." She looked up at me, her chocolaty brown eyes full of panic. She couldn't recognize me. It was too dark out. And then she screamed the loudest, most high pitched scream I'd heard for a really long time.

AUTHORS NOTE: Did you like that? TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! I really liked writing from Chad's point of view… different but totally satisfying . If you didn't understand some of what was going on, it is because you obviously did not read the companion story to this "Sonny With A Chance Of Eavesdropping". What are you waiting for? Click on my username and go read it! I had a great time typing this up even though it was a bit of a challenge I loved the Jonas Brothers references here and there. Thanks to all of you so much, you have all been incredible fans. I love reading fan messages and any advice you guys can give me Please leave a comment/review on your way out – LoVe iOutspoken.