A/N: Hi guys! Omigosh, I am so excited! This is my first ever fanfic to be published! I can't even type, I'm that happy! I'm pretty nervous, though. Who knows how many people will read my fic, or think its pretty good? :) :) Anyways, this is just a two-shot (or it might be more, not sure yet) that I threw together this afternoon about typical Channy, but hopefully its not terribly unoriginal.. Well, I'll stop freaking out and let you read! :)

"Mr. Condor, So Random! needs Jean-Claude more. Believe me sir, we do." Sonny wiped a strand of hair out of her face and stared hard at the owner of her studio, breathing deeply. She'd ran and gotten to Marshall's office a minute earlier after she'd gotten a text from Tawni saying that Jean-Claude, a world famous costumier, had taken been hired to create the costumes for a few weeks on So Random! However, Mr. Condor was in Marshall's office at the moment, discussing with the cast how there had been a hitch in the plans.

"But, sir, with all honesty, they don't need a costumier like Jean-Claude," Chad said, head held high with an air of snooty-ness that Sonny couldn't stand but couldn't look away from. "We do."

Of course, Mackenzie Falls's executive producer heard about Jean-Claude's arrival, and sent Chad to negotiate with Mr. Condor about getting Jean-Claude on their show. As if Mackenzie Falls had a need for multiple costumes; all they ever wear on that show is prep school outfits! But Sonny wasn't going to let Chad's somewhat cute determination distract her. It was up to her and her fellow cast members to get Jean-Claude for their show!

"Give us a break, Chad! What could Mackenzie Falls possibly need more of?" Sonny asked pointedly, as two costume makers bustled in quickly to take Chad's measurements.

"Oh, I don't know. More writers, more caterers, and more good costume makers!" Chad replied, waving the two ladies away.

"Puh-lease," Tawni scoffed, eyeing her manicure. "It's not like you need lots of costumes, anyway. I mean, all you wear are those hideous snooty-booty uniforms."

Chad shot her a glare and turned back to Mr. Condor. "Regardless of what we currently wear, if Jean-Claude were to create costumes on our show, think of all the exposure your studio could get," Chad gushed, totally milking his talents and acting like he could see the future. "Can't you see it?" He waved his hand in front of Mr. Condor's face, as if painting the picture of publicity. "I mean, you couldn't get that kind of hype off of a comedy," he spat.

Everyone in the room other than Mr. Condor glowered at Chad, who put his hands up defensively. "What?"

"You know what, Chad. You just wanna get your own way," Sonny answered defiantly, crossing her arms. "Well, it's not gonna happen this time. Right, Mr. Condor?" Though she wasn't sure of how she really thought of Chad, Sonny was not going to let her feelings get in the way of business and hand him the satisfaction of winning. Again.

"Ehhh… I'm not too sure," he responded. "Normally, I would be. But, Chad puts up a good argument."

Chad took this opportunity to smirk at Sonny, to which she gasped and angrily stepped on his toe.

"I think this would be settled better if your two shows figure it out on your own," Mr. Condor suggested. "A good life lesson, right? However, I'll need your solution in three days. But don't take this all so seriously. Jean-Claude is a very –" He was cut off by his cell phone ringing. "I should get this. Well, anyway, good luck. And remember," he bellowed as he walked out the door. "Three days!"

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The whole So Random! cast sat in the commissary later that day, miserably picking at their, well, gross food. Everyone was still trying to figure out how on earth they were going to convince the Falls cast that they need Jean-Claude for their show more.

"But what really sucks about it all is that he was supposed to work for us first!" Nico complained.

"I know! We need new costumes almost every week, and the stupid Falls people don't!" Grady agreed.

"They will once I burn them! I mean, plaid? Seriously? Sooo fall," Tawni commented.

"Yeah, I'll help you," Zora sighed. For some reason, she was taking the situation the hardest.

"Aww, Zora, you really, truly want Jean-Claude to work for us, don't you!" Sonny cried, hugging Zora across the table.

"Well, yeah! If he's always at Mackenzie Falls, how am I ever going to find out if his toupee will fly as far as the turkey does on my cold-cut catapult?"

"…Oh. Right. Of course that's disappointing," Sonny insisted sarcastically. "But you guys, we can't just sit around and mope! We have to think about how to make them cave and let us have Jean-Claude!"

"Sonny, we all know that there's no way they'll ever cave. They're just too competitive to let us win," Nico lamented.

"And even if they did let us have Jean-Claude, they'd get us back somehow," Grady added.

Sonny thought about this for a moment. What was one thing that she, Tawni, Nico, Grady, and Zora had on Chad and his stooges? Brains? Well, yeah, but they couldn't play the "smart" card, because Chad was sure to pay someone to get them on that level. Talent? Duh. However, theirs was comedic talent, while Chad and the rest of them were only gifted in drama. Looks? Well, no. No one on Sonny's show could beat Chad's gorgeous blond hair, or his sparkly, deep blue eyes, or his adorable dimples, or –

"Sonny? What's with the look?" Tawni snapped her fingers in front of Sonny's eyes. She jumped a little, answered "Sorry," softly to Tawni, and returned to her thoughts. How could they beat the Falls?

Then it came to her. All of Tawni's physical flexibility on Gotcha!. Grady's amazing bowling techniques at the bowling alley. Nico jumping over benches and tables like hurdles outside the commissary when everyone was bored. Zora pelting snowballs at the Falls cast after the singular snowstorm Los Angles had the past winter. And all those years of softball back in Wisconsin that Sonny had suffered through for Lucy.

"That's IT!" Sonny cried

"AHH!" screamed Tawni.

"Whoa!" Nico and Grady yelled.

"Earthquake!" screeched Zora as she ducked under the table.

"No, you guys… Seriously! We'll have a game of kickball!"

The whole table was silent. Sonny was getting incredulous looks from everyone except for Zora, who hissed, "Yesssss…"

"What?" Grady asked.

"Honestly, Sonny, are you out of your mind?" snapped Tawni.

"Is that the best idea you've got?" Nico questioned hesitantly.

"Just listen," Sonny pleaded, and then told them her reasoning for why they should have a kickball game. "I mean, like you said, they're all super competitive. Besides, when have you actually seen them exercising in your life?"

"That's true, I guess," Nico agreed.

"But won't they just pay, oh I don't know, the Dodgers or someone to play for them instead?" asked Tawni.

"They can't. We'll make them sign a contract or something. But it'll work, I know it!" promised Sonny. She was beaming on the outside and the inside. She couldn't wait to show up Chad, who was probably trying to figure out a way to make them cave. Sonny wouldn't. She just couldn't fall for his charm again. No matter how much she wanted to.

"We have to intimidate them though. Somehow, we need to make them feel like they can't win, and then they won't," Grady suggested

"I know!" piped up Zora. "We can – "

"No cannonballs, Zora."

"But – "

"No!" everyone exclaimed.

"How about we have it in the dark?" Tawni nonchalantly put in.

"Wow. Is that really your idea of intimidation?" Nico asked.

"Well, it's not like we're gonna hire the Mafia or something," Tawni retorted.

"No, it's a good idea. And for the time being, all we have to work with," Sonny assented.

"Wait, 'all you have to work with'? What's that? Crappy costumes?" came a sneering voice from behind Sonny's shoulder.

Sonny could feel her lip curl on instinct and turned her chair around, careful to hit the girl behind her. "Portlyn," she snapped.

"Sonny," Portlyn snapped back.

"Portlyn! In formation!" called someone from behind the mob of plaid-clad teenagers Portlyn had lead into the commissary. Out stepped the owner of the voice, the last (but really, first) person Sonny wanted to see.

"Hi, Chad," Sonny sighed, softening her expression a little.

"Hey Sonny," Chad replied, giving her a lopsided smile that made her legs feel like jelly and her face heat up. Why did he always have to do that to her? Sonny was sure that he knew he had that affect on her, and just liked to see her reaction over and over again.

"So, uh, you told your cast about Jean-Claude, huh?"

"No, Michael did," he explained, referring to his show's executive producer. "But really, between you and me, they could care less," he whispered. "Michael just wants the privilege to work near Jean-Claude, and we all just wanna beat you guys." He leaned in closer to Sonny, and she could feel his breath on her collarbone. "Don't take it personally."

"Well," Sonny said, leaning back in her chair to get away from Chad, "We've come up with a solution to this dilemma."

"Alright, let's hear it then," Chad countered. He loved it when Sonny had those cute little ideas of hers. She was always so determined, and it was adorable. Not that he'd ever tell her that.

"Um, we just have to get the contract written up. Then you can read it, sign it, whatever," Tawni said.

"Contract?" Chad asked, confused. "Sonny, you know I don't sign contracts without my lawyer present."

"Then, Chad?" Sonny said as she stood up and moved in close to Chad, their torsos almost touching. Chad could have reached out, pulled her close to him and started kissing her right then.

"Yeah?" Chad asked, his voice cracking.

"…Call your lawyer." She turned from him, but not without a smirk, and left the commissary, followed by her cast-mates.

A/N: Well, if you could review, that would be awesome! I would be hypocritical in saying that you HAVE to review every fic you read, so don't feel obligated to, of course... Anyways, thanks for reading!