AN: Welcome stranger. You have somehow stumbled across my first Sonny With A Chance fic. I am by no means new to fanfic, I've been here for about five years. I was originally going to write this for Lilly/Oliver but then they became all canon (yay!) and it didn't exactly fit so I tweaked it for this. Hope you like it.
"This game is broken!" She screamed, erasing like mad against the piece of paper.
"Aw, Tawni, don't tell me you finally got sick of looking at yourself in the mirror," Sonny Monroe smiled to herself from where she was reading Chocolat on her side of the dressing room.
"Ha, ha," Tawni rolled her eyes, briefly turning to glare at Sonny. "I'm not looking in my mirror."
Sonny dove on the floor, pretending to gasp for air. She clawed her way across the carpet, pulling herself up a little on her cast mate's chair. "You're…not?" Tawni rolled her eyes again. "But…but…isn't that a sign that the apocalypse or something?" She pulled herself all the way up, and started walking towards the door. "I'll go warn Nico and Brady."
Tawni grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards her. "Wait, I need you."
"You need me?" Sonny squealed, then calmed down before shivering. "That's two signs of the apocalypse. Now if Chad starts thinking of others, or Brady turns down a burrito…we'll have it full blown."
"Or maybe if you go without making jokes your stupid jokes for a day, or say a bad thing behind someone's back," Tawni smiled fakely. "Now, tell me, do you have any crushes?"
"Why?" She shot her frenemy a suspicious look. "Are you writing an embarrassing letter about me to Oceanup or something?"
Tawni laughed, "No, silly." Sonny let out a sigh of relief. "I do that every Thursday."
Sonny gave her a flat look, "What then?"
"I'm playing true love, and it said I only got a 53 with Shia LeBouef…and we both know that's not possible with two people as good looking as us."
"What's true love?" Sonny asked, "Are you actually in love with Shia? There's a way to know how well it works now? Does it require a lot of money?"
Tawni sighed, shaking her head, "No, it's just a game. You take your names and write them down. Then you write true love under it, and see how many letters are the same as the ones in the words true love. Like for T I get two, which ends up as 20 percent because there's a T in Tawni and a T in Hart." She thrust the paper at Sonny. "See?" Sonny looked down at the crap of notebook paper in front of her.
Shia LeBouef
Tawni Hart
T-2 L-1
R-1 O-1
U-1 V-0
E-1 E-1
53%
"Yeah, I get it." She nodded, handing it back. "Why do you need to know mine though?"
"Well, since Shia and I are clearly the only ones beautiful enough for each other, I need to make sure yours isn't good to check if it's working."
Sonny glared at her, "No. I don't need this all over E! News tomorrow, when you bad mouth me."
Tawni snickered again, "Honey, I don't bash you myself. I leave an anonymous tip. I couldn't tarnish my own reputation even if it meant ruining yours."
"I'm glad you've got your priorities straight," Sonny deadpanned, biting her lip.
"Me too," Tawni smiled bright. "So who is he? Nico? Grady? The taco guy who gives you extra lettuce?"
Sonny stared at her for a second before shaking her head. "No-one, I don't like anyone."
"Everyone likes someone, Sadie," She giggled, "Now who is he?"
"There's no he, and it's Sonny."
Tawni gave her a whatever look flowed by her saying, "Wait so you like a girl?"
"No!" Sonny protested, snorting. "I mean, let's face it. If anyone's got a gay skeleton in his closet it's Nico."
"Really? I think Zora. Although, it might be a little early to tell with her."
"It's possible…I guess…Chace Crawford is okay."
"Alright," The blonde scribbled furiously on the paper. "It's just as I thought…there is no way you have a 45% chance and there's no way Chace would give you that much of a look not when he's got Leighton Meester and Taylor Momsen at his fingertips." She handed the paper to Sonny. "Now come on, I'll let you buy me some fro yo." She grabbed her coat, and stared at Sonny who was still staring at the paper.
Chace Crawford
Sonny Monroe
T-0 L-0
R-2 O-3
U-0 V-0
E-2 E-2
45%
"Well? Are you coming?" Tawni asked huffily.
"Yeah, just let me find my purse." Sonny nodded, still not moving.
"Alright, I'll meet you there," Tawni walked out, slamming the door behind her.
Sonny waited a second, making sure she wasn't coming back before scrawling something onto the paper in front of her.
Chad Dylan Cooper
Sonny Monroe
T-0 L-1
R-2 O-4
U-0 V-0
E-2 E-2
47%
"Yeah," She said to herself under her breath. "It's broken, Sonny." Still she felt her perpetual smile leave her face as she grabbed her purse and followed Tawni out.
AN: I like this. I don't know why, just do. So if you wanna tell me what you think or tell me your score with the person you like (don't think I'm asking for the name, just the percentage) then go ahead and click that review box. My boyfriend and I are an 87...pretty good, although my name makes it insanely easy to get good scores, I'm a 45 on my own.
BTW…
Lilly Truscott
Oliver Oken
T-3 L-4
R-2 O-3
U-1 V-1
E-2 E-2
80%