This is my second fanfic! Hope you all like it! CHANNY! ALERT! CHANNY! Sorry. Had to do that. Please R&R. Even if you don't like it! I need three reviews before I write another chapter! Here goes! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Sonny POV

I can't wait! I'm finally going to Paris! My dream! Besides being on So Randow, anyway. And the best part, no Chad! Can you believe it?! Paris! I'm going with my mom and Tawni, of course, too.

"Sonny Monroe, your mother is waiting in the office", the speaker said. Ugh, I hate that voice. And with that, I made my way to the office. And, sure enough, my mom was there, waiting.

"You ready, honey?" God, I loved my mom.

"Yep. I can't wait!"

"Just wait until you're on the plane for ten and a half hours." My mom hated planes. Weird, I know. It's not like she's scared but she hates being in a place for longer than what is necessary.

"Moooommmm...."

"I know. But we better go now before the plane leaves without us."

I decided she was right and walked out the doors to my sweet, sweet freedom.

Tawni POV

I heard the doorbell ring. I walked to the door. Rushing is for losers. Tawni Hart is no loser. I opened the door. But not before looking in the mirror first. I mean, really. What if there's a cute guy on the plane? Even better, a college guy! And there Sonny was. In her bright colors as usual. Not even trying to look fashion savvy.

"Are you ready?" She asked in her usually perky voice.

"Yeah. The bags are upstairs." I replied, glaring at the hangnail on my finger. "But first, we have to get to a nail salon."

"Tawni, your nails can wait. The plane can't. And I'm not carrying your bags for you!"

"Ugh. Then who will, Sonny? Use your brain."

"I am. You are going to carry your bags. You uunnddeerrssttaanndd?" Sonny asked, acting like a know-it-all as usual. My nails were not going to just stand around and take this.

"And what? Get another hangnail? I don't think so."

"Tawni Hart got a hangnail?" She fake gasped.

"And again. Ugh. If you won't carry my bags, then I guess Trisha will have to. Trrrrissshhhhha!" Poor maid. And Sonny keeps putting more wait on her tiny, fragile little shoulders.

Trisha came hurrying down towards the doors carrying my bags.

"What did you pack? Texas?" Sonny remarked.

"No silly. Only the stuff that's in my room." Duh.

"Whatever. Let's just get in the car." And with that, we all climbed into the car while Trisha tried to fit all my bags in their small trunk. Of course, they didn't fit so Trisha piled everything in the backseat, where lucky me was sitting.

We took off down the long driveway and headed to mine and Sonny's sweet, sweet freedom. [a.k.a. the airport]

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