AN: This scene's from the episode "New Girl". This first chap is what was running through Chad's mind at that time.

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I do not own Sonny With A Chance and the song "What to Do". Those belong to Disney :)


"All right, let's give a warm Patio welcome to Sonny Munroe!" I hear a girl's voice say. Probably that annoying waitress girl Mel who thinks "her crowd" wouldn't like Sonny's music, much less give a standing ovation. Well, she is about to be proved very wrong. She apparently hasn't seen the So Random! episodes where Sonny sang.

I walk faster and reach the entrance of The Patio, this new coffee shop that just opened a few days ago. I keep my head (which is already covered by a hood) down and slip my hands into the pockets of my hoodie. Why am I doing this? First of all, because I'm Chad Dylan Cooper, star of hit tween drama show Mackenzie Falls (it won a tween choice award a few days ago, but I'm not going to go into that because of . . . issues). Gotta hide from the paparazzi. Don't want any more questions about Sonny, why we broke up, if we still had feelings for each other, why I'm wearing this ridiculous outfit and going to The Patio the exact time she's supposed to sing, etc. Second of all, because I'm hiding from Sonny.

See, when she and Mel made the bet, I did my best to make sure Sonny would win. I paid everyone who worked on Mackenzie Falls to hang out at The Patio at 8:30 yesterday (the time Sonny's supposed to sing) and clap and cheer for her, no matter what she did, and laugh at her jokes, no matter how lame (I know she's a So Random! star, but being her boyfri—I mean, ex, I know she has a little stage fright when it comes to singing). Well, they kind of did their job too well, and Sonny found out. She got mad at me for trying to cheat on the bet, probably thinking I didn't believe in her. I did, of course (I've heard her sing her original songs before, and she's great) but I just wanted to make sure that she'd win the bet and get the recognition she deserved. To cut the long story short, it didn't exactly work out the way I planned.

So why exactly am I going to The Patio? Well, I heard rumors that she was going to sing again tonight at the same time so I decided to go. Why? Because I want to watch her, happy and doing something she loves. I know she's always wanted to be a singer/songwriter, aside from being an actress. I'm talking about a real recording artist with albums and all that, with songs making their way to the top of the charts, not just singing as an extra on a comedy show. Plus, I haven't heard the song yet, and I really want to.

"Hey, Patio! You guys ready to party-o?" I hear her say, accompanied by a nervous laugh, just like last night. Only this time, no one laughs. "Okay, good. Nobody made to love me here," I hear her say, sounding a bit uncomfortable. I feel a pang. Why do I always have to mess things up?

Pretty obvious that I still like her, huh? I have been trying to fix this, but somehow it always comes out wrong, like what happened yesterday. So I decided to come here inconspicuously, since I'm pretty sure I'm the last person she'd want to see. I guess she is better off without me, since all I do is mess up or let her down. I wouldn't want to ruin anything more for her. I've already ruined her first Tween Choice Award, taking it from her.

I still can't believe I could be so stupid. I don't know what got into me, choosing a piece of metal called a Tween Choice Award over her. What was I thinking? No wonder she broke up with me.

You're probably wondering why I can't get over her. Hey, I mean, #1—ahem, a teen actor on a hit TV show breaks up with his girlfriend. No biggie, right? I admit, I've dated more girls than I can count. In fact, I used to be the date-then-break-up-right-after-through-text kind of guy. The Hollywood bad boy. Sonny's actually my first and only real girlfriend, believe it or not. People say that I've been nicer ever since I've been going out with her. It's true, she changed me. A lot. Incidentally, she's also the only girl who's ever dumped me.

"So, uh, I'm Sonny Munroe and this is a song I've been working on," I hear her say.

A guitar starts to play a complicated-sounding melody (hm, she's even better than I thought) as I walk through the door in the same hunched position. I make my way through the crowd, careful to find a good enough spot but not to stand out too much. While walking, I look up every now and then at Sonny, since she was already starting to sing.

I see her, my Sonny, looking beautiful as always, strumming a guitar and a microphone in front of her. Her hair, which was jet black when we were dating, now has blonde highlights. She's smiling, but I can see from her eyes that she's nervous. She opens her mouth, and sings anyway.

"Tell me what to do, ooh, about you," she sings, sounding amazing, as always. Hitting every note perfectly and giving no hint of stage fright. That's Sonny. She's nervous and all, but when it's time to perform, she forgets everything and just does her best, having no regrets. And to think Mel had the nerve and guts to bet $30 Sonny couldn't sing.

I finally find a spot and stand there, just watching my ex.

"I already know, I can see in your eyes, when you're telling the truth," she continues. "'Cause it's been a long time comin' to where you're runnin' to."

I watch her, smiling and nodding my head to the catchy beat. Then something happens.

Her big brown eyes look up from the guitar and, by chance, meet my blue ones. They widen a little, and I know that she knows it's me. No matter what costume I've put on when we were dating (to hide from the paparazzi), it never fooled her (though it did fool the paparazzi). And the only thing I'm wearing to hide my identity right now is a hoodie.

She loses her focus and stops strumming. "'Cause it's been a long time comin' . . ." she stutters. The instrumentalists continue without her. The smile drops from my mouth and my eyes widen in horror. Wh—why'd she stop? She was doing great! Did I ruin everything for her again? "To where . . . you're runnin' to," she says, giving up trying to sing. It breaks my heart to see her like this, looking so defeated. I want to do something, anything, that will help her, but I can't. And it would probably end up badly anyway.

"I'm sorry," she says, taking off the guitar. The rest of the instrumentalists stop playing. "I just—I—I can't." She briskly walks off the stage. On her way out, she hands her guitar to Mel.

I pull down my hood. Who cares if anyone recognizes me? "S-Sonny!" I say, just as she disappears through the door. Mel, Nico and Grady (yes, I now know their names) turn towards me, looking both shocked and surprised.

"Grady, will you hold these for me?" Mel asks and hands Grady the plate of drinks she was holding in one hand. She runs after Sonny, bringing the guitar with her.

I just stand there, guilty and regretful, but mostly just sad. Why does something like this always have to happen?


AN: Did I get Chad's personality right? Tell me what you think :)