Okay, I have to admit that I am officially obsessed with SWAC and I will be doing a lot more fics about it, so… tell me anytime if my work sucks, because I would like to know if I'm not very good at it so I can fix my work. I put this idea up on my profile, and the song quotes at the beginning of each chapter are going to be from a song that I've written. Trust me, I didn't write the song just for Channy, but I think that it's absotively posolutely perfect for this story. Just to make sure that you all know, I do not own Sonny with a Chance, especially because I would have made Sonny and Chad accidentally kiss already! ~Del3195

Sonny's POV

I fight with you,

Even when I know you're right.

"I can't believe that self-centered, arrogant, puppy-shover, mayor of jerkalslavakia, know-it-all!" I huffed, hearing my voice crack throughout the sentence.

I charged my way through the set of So Random!, glaring at anyone who was brave enough to get in my way. People were surprised to see me this mad, especially because I was normally all cheery and peppy. But there was no way that I could be like that today, no! I couldn't be happy like I was all the time, when there was an idiot that had ruined my day!

It had been less than an hour ago that Chad came bursting into Tawni and my dressing room, carrying a cup of fro-yo in his hand.

Since today was the one day of the year that I really didn't want to be around people, I was already grouchy when Chad had come in.

Don't get me wrong; I have a huge reason to be like that today. It's just something really personal that I don't tell to anyone. It's not like I can't trust anyone, I certainly can, and my mom even says that I trust people too much. I just don't really want to tell anyone…

Anyway! Chad came in, being obnoxious and annoying as usual, and he started talking about how he was holding an annual Halloween ball soon.

Stupid Halloween.

Darn it, I must sound like a hateful old cow by now. I just don't like Halloween. For the same reason that today is awful. They are completely connected, and they ruined my life when I was little. I mean, if it was something that ruined my life, I'm able to complain about it. Right?

Sigh…

Anywho… Chad came in, telling me that I was invited to the ball, but only because he wanted someone that would make him look sympathetic to "comedians", saying that the media had said that he didn't like comedians and had some high time actors in comedy movies come and threaten him.

Even though I didn't believe him, I still felt hurt and ticked off that he had the nerve to be like that today. Sure, most of the time I just blow him off and find something more exiting to make a fuss over.

This time though, he started to tell me that I was only mad because I liked him so much. I refused vehemently, starting to yell, feeling my voice go up two octaves and my face start to heat up.

But this time I started to yell at him, and ended up slapping him. Now just so you know, slapping him was actually something that I had wanted to do for a while now, I just hadn't had the bravery at those past times. He looked shocked at me, and that's when I started our usual "fine" "good" arguments, even though it was very choppy and didn't have a point.

He had lifted his hand slowly up to his face and felt the part that I had slapped him. It was only a little bit redder than before, seeing as I hadn't wanted to hurt him, just stop him from talking.

His eyes were sparkling with hurt, and he whispered a goodbye before walking out of the dressing room, leaving a note behind him.

It read: 'Dear Sonny, You are officially invited to Chad Dylan Cooper's Halloween Bash. Come in an amazing costume, I'll be waiting for you in the middle of the dance floor at 10:00, seeing as I need to tell you something.

~Chad~'

His personalized signature was at the end.

I fell to the ground, hyperventilating, my arms strapped to my chest. Something hit me quite suddenly and I felt tears cascading down my face. Why had I done that? Chad was hiding a very nice moment with his own jerky self, and I hadn't waited for him to change it into one of those nice moments that I tolerated him for.

Without Chad in the room, I felt all of the sadness rush back up to me, reminding me what day it was. It was the day that my dad left my family, eight years ago, taking my little brother away from me.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

"Hey, Sonny-girl." My dad smiled at me, taking me into his arms and giving me a bear hug.

I squealed in delight as he twirled me around as if I was as light as a feather. "I still don't know how you can do that without hurting yourself, daddy."

"What do you mean?" he asked, his eyebrows squishing together, and a wrinkle formed on the top of his head.

"You know…" I whispered, pointing to the wrinkle. "You're getting older!" I giggle-whispered.

"Oh, so you think that I'm too old to do…" He grabbed my waist and threw me into the air. "This?" He gasped, while catching me.

I giggled even harder as he set me down and did a backflip. "Or that?"

"How'd you do that!" I gasped, noticing the fact that he wasn't even breathing hard. Then I ingnored him and went over to the table, where I had been hiding my Halloween Costume. It was a little fairy costume, complete with fairy wings and wand. "Do you like it? Mom made it for me!" I giggled loudly, twirling it around while holding it up to my body.

"I love it sweetheart!" He started to sway, before saying "You know, you're mom didn't make all of it. I made the wings and the wand." He whispered the last part, and I saw something in his eyes.

I marveled at my father for a second before noticing that there was an open bottle of beer sitting up on the table, along with some whiskey. I frowned, feeling my eyes crease into little slits. "Daddy! You've been drinking again! I thought that mom said that you shouldn't do that anymore!" I muttered, not wanting to wake David, my 3 year old brother, from his nap.

"What mommy doesn't know won't hurt her," he implied, walking sluggishly back over to the whiskey, grabbing it and taking a large gulp.

I frowned even larger, knowing what he wanted me to do. "You want me to lie?"

"Just for now sweetie, I promise I'll stop soon." He slurred, and then went over to David and picked him up.

"What are you doing with David?" I asked, moving into overprotective sister mode, eyeing my dad's swaying.

"Your mom said that he needs to go to the doctor, so I'll take him!" He smiled at me, then grabbed me by the wrists. He started to drag me to the hall closet and I wished for the dad that had just been holding me and throwing me up into the air, laughing with me. "And there's nothing that you can do to stop me!" He taunted, and then threw me in the closet.

I heard the lock of the closet door, then the door slamming shut. David started to cry, and I started to pound furiously at the door, trying to get out before my dad did something stupid. The truck's engine revved up and I heard David crying even louder.

Starting to cry, I wished silently that I had super strength so that I could bust out and save David before my dad hurt him. I gave up after a while, and just sat in the darkness, waiting.

The next thing I know, my mom throws the closet door open, crying. Thinking the worst, I wait for her next words, which end up breaking my little heart.

"Your dad and David are dead sweetie, they got in an accident."

And then, my world came crashing down.

So Chad, one of the only reasons that I was crying and yelling today was because of my family. But the only reason I took it out on you was because you were right.

I was fighting with you, even though I knew you were right.

You said, "The only reason why you are getting all worked up over me openly telling you off is because you like me, isn't it?"

Well Chad, you're right.

Blah, I think it's bad, but that's okay, tell me how you feel. This is a chapter story, so just so you have an idea about the next chapter, here are the next lyrics to my song:

But you love me still,

And keep me safe at night.

Until next chapter, ~Del3195