Disclaimer: I don't own Sonny With a Chance.

A/n: So, I wanted a completely alternate look at what happened on Sonny: So Far, and I haven't seen this anywhere. I could totally see the directors doing this. (If I hadn't seen the Falling for the Falls script. I don't think they will.) But, what if Sonny and Chad didn't take the risks we thought they did off the camera?

So this, I feel, is not my best, and it was written wayyy too quickly. But, reviews are love.

xx.

They're standing here, with a chance of a lifetime.

Say it? Or not?

Here he is, and here she is, and they're just looking at each other. And there aren't really words.

One.

How can she explain to him? How can he tell her? Impossible, to put feelings on the line that they aren't even sure exist.

Because they can't exist, can they?

Two.

She doesn't like him. He's a jerk and a snob and conceited and he hates her and she hates him.

He doesn't like her. She's too happy, and perky, and obnoxious, and a random, and she hates him, and he hates her.

It's easier that way, anyways.

Two and a half.

She wouldn't imagine it this way, anyways. If he was going to tell her he liked her, or… loved her, it was supposed to be romantic, with flowers and chocolates and a serene backdrop. It was supposed to be perfect.

He wouldn't choose it to be this way, anyways. He'd imagined asking her sometimes, fantasized about it, about her saying yes, not that she would, and there would be a romantic backdrop and he would bring her sunflowers and caramels and she would look at him wide-eyed and utterly in love, and say, "Yes, I love you Chad. I love you."

Can they really say it?

Too rash, too impulsive, not even certain, she can't…

Wrong, so wrong, and complicated, and she won't care, he can't…

Three.

In one voice, they spoke.

"I hate you."

They both exaggeratedly sigh in relief, even though neither one feels it. They hate each other. Of course they do. They always have, they always will, this answer is no surprise. They hate each other.

She smiles at him, playfully. "That was… so much easier to say than I thought it would be," she tells him. She walks past him, tapping his shoulder lightly, and then she is gone, but still, he swears there was something there, in her eyes, that said that wasn't the answer she hoped for.

She's past him now, literally and figuratively. She would have to say that, wouldn't she. She'd have to, because she is an actress, everyday, and that's her famous line. Maybe if she says it enough, she'll believe it. Maybe if both of them just say it, again and again, it'll seem true.

Because they hate each other. Of course they do. What else could they have said to each other? They hate each other, nothing more or less. That's all there is to it, and they are not lying to Gilroy Smith, or the audience, or each other. Because, really, truly, they hate each other.