S U M M E R W I T H T H E S T A R S – C H A P T E R 1

Nowhere to Run

Synopsis: The two hottest shows at Condor Studios are required to go to a dance together. When all goes wrong, Mr. Condor himself sends them on a trip in the Bahamas. Sounds perfect, huh? Well when people plot, lies are told, and people get hurt, it might just be bitter sweet.

Rating: T for language and romance. Nothing too strong.

Disclaimer: I own nothing :(

Ahhh, the very first chapter of a channy story. It's always uberrr delightful. And yeah, I said uber. I'm just so cool that it's okay for me to say it. Hahahah I'm just kidding. Well, enjoy! ...and review.

"I made my mistakes,
I've got no where to run.
The night goes on
as I'm fading away…"

- Simple Plan, Untitled

Pulling her keys out of the car emission, Sonny strolled out of her car and walked to the entrance of the famous club. She wore a blue-green colored bubble dress that ended slightly above her knees, small rhinestones glistening every few inches of the dress. In other words, she looked more fabulous then ever, and this time everyone was here to see it.

Sonny walked through the red velvet trail, waiting in the line of famous starlets. She walked up to the door guard at her turn, slightly covering at the sight of such a strong, powerful man that could probably crush her with just a small punch.

"Name?" He asked, gazing down at the list to double check that the last party-goer was cordially invited in the first place.

Sonny grinned her biggest Sonny grin. "Sonny Monroe. I might be under there as Allison, that's my real name, y'know. Sonny was just a nickname. They gave it to me because apparently I smile a lot and like helping people, and oh, my best friend told me–"

"Wonderful. Go on in, miss. Next!" The flustered man called out to the raging crowd before him.

Sonny stumbled through the revolving door, gaping at the lobby of the venue. She followed the rest of the familiar stars through the double doors reading 'Annual Condor Ball'. Figures the studio would rent out the main ballroom. Nifty.

Sonny walked down the long grand staircase, searching the large, unfamiliar venue for any recognizable faces. The ballroom sparkled with deep red tablecloths and sparkly silver garland, illuminating the crystal chandelier hanging from the center of the room.

The glass snack table, which looked like it could snap if just poked, was covered with hundreds of gourmet foods ranging from Baked Alaska to prime ribs. She stared on in disbelief, marveling at the steam escalating above the food. Rumor was, the food was shipped over exclusively from an expensive London-esque club downtown!

She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see a smirking Chad gazing down on her. Her heart skipped a beat, betraying her once again. Darn you, heart, she thought.

"Hey Random," he spoke.

"Chad," Sonny retorted, carefully watching for any emotion within his eyes. Nothing. Nata. Only her face stuck in his pupils, trapped with nowhere to go.

"What a delight to see you here…" Chad began.

Sonny rolled her eyes, "Spit it out, I don't plan spending my night hearing you babble with small talk. I'm already you're date, right?" He nodded.

"Then why put me through anything else so dreadful?"

He smirked once again, "I'm no dread, Sonshine. I mean look at me!"

"I did. And I looked away," she laughed, "Now what do you want? You always…annoy me for some reason. What is it today?"

Chad chuckled. "They want you in the back room. Apparently all of the Condor stars are needed back there for some 'group activities'."

Scoffing, Sonny pushed by him, causing him to have to jog to catch up with her.

"They want us to play games? Is this a joke, Chad? Cause I swear, I'll–"

He put a finger to her lips, quieting her down for the moment.

"Unless you want to spend anymore grueling minutes with me off in some detention camp because of bad publicity, I suggest you follow along."

After that threatening comment, she ushered him down to the back room, her mouth dropping at the sight she saw.

Lights. Beautiful, white stringed lights surrounding an outdoor room closed in with glass. In the center, stood a tall tree, which the familiar stars were sitting around.

Sonny and Chad sat down on the two empty seats, Nico next to Sonny and Portlyn beside Chad.

"We're playing Truth or Dare," Tawni explained, drawing a circle through the air with her finger to show the direction in which the game would flow.

Tawni placed a finger on her chin, "I'll start. Sonny, truth or dare?"

Sonny bit her lip nervously, "Truth," she answered.

Tawni tilted her head up, thinking of something that would bring out a good secret.

"Who do you love the most?" She asked, watching Sonny's every move, even the fidgeting of her fingers.

Sonny smiled, thinking of the precious memories she'd shared with those close to her.

"Definetly my dad. Even if he passed last year, I'd still like to think I'm closest to him. People say those you go through the most with are closest to you in the end, so in that case, he's never far behind." She responded, leaving everyone around her awestruck at the intensity of her words.

"Wow, touching." Nico commented, as the room burst out into a quiet applause.

"Next," Sonny smiled, slightly wiping her eye from a single tear that slid down her cheek.

Portlyn stood up excitedly. "I'll go!" She announced, clapping her hands in approval, stopping once every one glared at her.

"What," she deadpanned, utterly confused at the angry faces.

Grady huffed, "Well, pick someone already!"

Portlyn tilted her head to the side, her eyes flickering around the circle until they landed upon Chad, who she was so obviously infatuated with.

"Chad! Truth or dare," she asked, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Chad scoffed, "Please. Truths are for untalented actors," he snorted, glancing at Sonny playfully. "So I'll definitely have to say dare."

"Perfect! Uhhh, I dare you...to kiss the most beautiful girl in this room," Portlyn exclaimed, puckering up her lips for what she hoped was a kiss.

But to her dismay, Chad turned to Sonny with no hesitation. He cupped her face in his hands and slowly brought his lips down to hers, kissing her sweetly.

After the shock of his silky lips caressing hers set, she responded to the kiss, their lips moving at a synchronized beat. His arms moved to her waist as hers moved up and around his neck loosely.

She lightly moaned as he softly pulled her lower lip between his, sucking on it lovingly and grazing it with his teeth. He only released it to feel her to run her fingers through his hair, groaning at the tantalizing feeling.

They continued ravishing each other's lips, sucking and biting until their lips grew more swollen with each rhythmic pucker they shared together.

Chad ran his tongue along the length of her lip, begging for the granted entrance into her mouth that he had been craving since first meeting the brunette. She moaned, louder this time, allowing his tongue to slip between her lips and glide against her own.

He removed his arms from her waist and placed them on her hips, pulling her on to him. She lightly straddled him, marveling at the suppressed groans emitting from his throat at the simple twist of her hips, as his occasionally bucked upward to meet hers as he continually grew more and more aroused by the second.

They kept at it, invading each other's mouths excitedly, and pulling apart from each other only after Portlyn coughed rudely, obviously offended. The others were wide-eyed at the unexpected encounter the two hit stars had just shared before their eyes.

"Chaddy! I said KISS the girl, not suck her face off for ten minutes!"

"...do we need to put Sonny on birth control?" Tawni asked quietly, speechless from her best friend's actions.

A round of agreement broke out in the room. "Yeah, that was definitely not a PG-13 kiss!" the actor playing Devon exclaimed.

"No! No, no, freaking no! It was a kiss, for god's sake. It meant nothing to me, just a kiss. Nothing more!" Sonny insisted, covering her face in her hands as red rose up her cheeks out of embarrassment.

"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it Monroe, I heard you moaning. I'm sure the janitors in the next lot over could too." Chad scoffed, trying to hide the disappointment he was feeling.

Did that heavenly kiss really mean nothing to the girl he was secretly in love with?

He had given her everything he felt toward her in that kiss: his undeniable love for her, hatred for how she didn't feel the same way, and the frustration he held for resisting her all this time. It was pure hell waiting and know that they practically made out in front of their casts, how on EARTH could it mean nothing to her?!

"I could say the same to you, Cooper." Sonny retorted, rolling her eyes at the egotistical blonde before her.

"Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't moan," Chad insisted.

"But he does think Allison Sonny Monroe is the prettiest girl in all of Hollywood, because everyone that's anyone is here tonight." She declared confidently, daring him to deny it.

"Touché."

Portlyn let out a cry, "Well aren't you gonna get off of her?"

"Don't you dare move off of me," Chad harshly whispered onto Sonny's ear, causing her to shiver with delight.

Chad sighed, "We have some unfinished business to take care of. We'll be outside the studio doors." He explained, taking Sonny's hand as they dashed out of the room before anyone sensed his little, er, big problem.

He groaned once they reached the cool air, ready to punch a wall in at his stupid reaction to her actions. Every step he took, it was as if his pants grew tighter. How lovely.

"Why did you have to kiss me like that?" He asked abruptly, glaring at her relaxed position against the brick wall.

She laughed, "Not my fault. Go get some self control!"

"I gave plenty." He scoffed, crossing his legs awkwardly.

"Then why are we in this situation?"

"I'm a guy, Sonny. I can't help it if you initiated something more than kissing and expected my body to catch on to your plan." Chad blushed, cursing himself once again.

"Just...go take care of it." Sonny pleaded, shaking with what seemed to be either disgust or fright.

"No! Do you have any idea how awkward this is for me?"

"What, and you think I'm going to handle it? That's funny Chad, hilarious, actually." She blushed.

"Sonny, I'll be straightforward with you. I can't get rid of it unless I endure sexual pleasure. And I refuse to jack off out here in front of you. So we're both just going to have to sit and wait it out. Are we clear?"

Sonny gulped loudly, nodding her head up and down limply as her slid down the wall next to her, his face in his hands.

She lifted his head up, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's alright, Chad. I'm sure I enjoyed that kiss just as much as you did; it's just way easier for me to hide it. So chill, and quit being embarrassed."

"What?" Chad deadpanned, lost from every hint Sonny dished out at him.

"I lied, okay? I enjoyed making out with you way more than I'll openly admit. I only denied it because I thought you felt nothing." She sighed.

"Sonny, it meant everything to me. It was a perfect kiss with the perfect girl," he smiled, kissing her forehead.

She leaned her head on his shoulder.

"But wait, if you liked kissing me, why did you swear to the others you didn't?" He demanded, gazing at her eyes intently.

Her eyes closed, "I didn't think you'd return the feelings. I told you that, Chad. I've been hurt in the past. Every time. And I wasn't about to put myself in the vulnerable position that I always seem to fall into again. I wouldn't be able to handle it."

Chad pecked her lips gently.

"I would never break you Sonny," he began, brushing her hair out of her face, "I…love you too much to do that. I would go crazy knowing that I caused you to be heartbroken. And god forbid if you were to ever cry over me…that would throw me completely over the edge."

Sonny smiled up at him. "I love you too, Chad."

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that," he smiled down on her.

Sonny sighed. "But we can never be together."

Chad immediately shook out of his trance and leaned back to get a better look of her face.

"What? What do you mean, we can't be together? I love you, you love me. What's there to stop us? Sonny, I don't know about you, but I've gone through hell. Hell was staying away from you. And I don't know if I'll be able to do that again," he argued.

Her face instantly fell, regretting her words although she knew it was for the best.

"I'm sorry," she began, tracing his jaw with the back of her hand. "But it's for the better, Chad. I'll be miserable without you too, you know. If we were ever to be together, the media would ruin it. They would distort our love and distort it until not even we know what we really have. We could still be friends, though, right?"

Chad scoffed, "We were never friends, Sonny. We went from enemies to frenemies, to whatever you would call this. There's no in-between, there never was. It'll have to end here. Don't be sorry, Sonny. I'm sorry I wasn't worth enough to go through a little paparazzi scandal. I'm sorry I thought you weren't like all the others, who let those crazed photographers control their entire lives. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be like this," she cried, trying to grip his hand as he attempted to tug it away.

Chad stood up, dejected. He offered his hand to her and pulled her up. He dusted of her teal cocktail dress, keeping her gaze focused on the concrete.

"There's no other way. Apparently we can't be together. That's that."

He silently walked to his perfectly-cleaned white convertible and drove off to avoid her.

Little did he know, they would be seeing each other very soon.

Please don't hate me. The Channyness will soon be back to the story, but only if you review!