A/N: This is my first fanfiction of any sorts so I hope it is good. Sorry for any gramatical or spelling mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny With A Chance...No matter how many times I may put it on my Birthday list.

As I entered the commissary I preformed my usual scan of the area. Nothing too unusual today, but it's better to be safe than sorry. I mean, this place is so crazy that there could be a food fight going on and I could walk right into the middle of it if I didn't look around first. And, trust me, CDC does NOT do food in the hair. Plus I don't even know if whatever the Randoms and the others eat can even be considered food. It looks like dog food that has too much gray food coloring in. Gross! Imagine! Gray dog food in my hair?!?! At least I don't have to eat that stuff…

But Sonny does…I involuntarily thought… You know, you could show her that you cared and save her from eating that. Brenda would surely give you an extra stake. All you would have to do is ask. And then maybe Sonny would be so happy that she might just…

I quickly stopped my thought process there and then. I do NOT care about Sonny! CDC does not do caring for others…

In order to prevent my mind from wandering too much again I quickly walked up to get some food.

"The usual, please, Brenda," I said, flashing her my award winning smile.

"Here you are Chad," she replied, handing over a porterhouse stake. "I see you got you teeth bleached again."

"Ah! Yes!" I nodded, still smiling, "Thanks for noticing. After all, Mac Falls would be nothing without these babies."

And it was true, if it weren't for the smile, and, OF COURSE, my amazing talent, the number one tween drama would not be… well… the number one tween drama. Man, am I good or what?

"Ah, I see you are being your usual self today, Chad. Self-absorbed, narcissistic, egotistical…" Sonny, who had managed to sneak up behind me in line, decided to comment.

I turned to her "No one asked you."

"Your right, no one did ask me. But if you wouldn't mind moving it along, others are waiting. Namely, others who don't think the world revolves around them."

I was suddenly acutely aware at the large line that had formed behind me. Crap! She's right! I quickly turned, knowing exactly what to say.

"Alright Sonny, I'll leave. Enjoy the gruel," I sneered.

Okay, so maybe that wasn't as cool as I thought it would sound in my head, but at least I said something. And that something was ten times better than what she had to say because it was said by me. And, as everyone can see, I'm the best! Even though Sonny is so bubbly, and happy, and has pretty hair, and.. I.. should stop thinking about her.. No one, I mean no one, beats me.

"Okay then, Fine!" she retorted.

"Fine!"

"GOOD!"

"GOOD!"

"Oh will you two just shut up and keep moving," Blondie shouted from somewhere in the line.

I left to go sit down. Sonny wants me, everyone wants some of this, I thought as I sad down by Portlyn.

Too bad you want some of her too, said the little voice inside of my head.

Yeah…too bad I want…No, wait! I didn't mean to agree! I don't want her!

You do.

Don't.

Do.

Don't.

Don't.

Do.

"Dang it! Stupid voice!" I accidentally said out loud. The cafeteria turned to look. Portlyn gave me look like I was crazy. After a second everything, luckily, returned to its normal chaos. I buried my head in my plate and focused on eating. I didn't want to think about her anymore…Well, that wasn't true. I wanted to think about her, I wanted to hold her hands and kiss her and tell her I loved her… but I didn't want her to know I thought any of those things about her.

I allowed myself to take one last quick glance over at Sonny, at my Sonny, before I quickly finished my food and rushed out of the room. It was always easier to clear my mind from Son…her…when I wasn't near her.

A/N: Please read and review! If it appears this is good enough I plan to expand it to more little shorts about events in the commissary.