All right, I know these chapters a really short, but this is my first fic! Please give me a break!

Channy forever!

Disclaimer: Wow, is this really necessary? Fine. I DO NOT OWN SONNY WITH A CHANCE, ITS CHARACTERS, JACK JOHNSON, OR BETTER TOGETHER! Happy? Fine. Good. Fine! GOOD!


talking

Sonny lay alone on the couch in the Prop House, not really reading the magazine she was staring at, willing herself not to think about Chad. She was fighting a losing battle, but she continued to argue with herself.

Just forget about the whole Gotcha! thing, okay? You didn't mean those things you and Chad said!

But I did, and I know it! I really like Chad, and he likes me back! Why should I just forget about it?

Because you hate each other! You star on rival TV shows. There's no way the rest of the cast would be okay with it. Think about what Tawni would say! And Nico, and Grady, and Zora! And Portlyn already hates you; do you really want to give her another reason to?

Who cares about Portlyn? And if Tawni, Nico, Grady, and Zora won't approve of Chad and me, then they aren't very good friends.

You know that's not true! The only reason they wouldn't approve is to protect you. Chad's a jerk, and you know it. Forget about him.

"Hey, Sonny? Can we talk?"

Sonny stood quickly and faced Tawni, who was standing in the doorway.

"T-t-talk? Ab-about what?" Sonny asked as if she didn't know what was coming.

"Well…" Tawni began, "I just… wanted to know… uh… what did you and Chad say to each other?"

"Whaaat? Girl, wh-what are you talking about?" Sonny was never good under pressure and her voice always got all squeaky.

"Oh, come on, Sonny! You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Tawni pressed.

"No, uh, I-I don't think I follow."

"Sonny. What did you and Chad say to each other when you went backstage together? You know, when we were on Gotcha! With Gilroy Smith."

"I can't tell you," Sonny said quietly.

"Sonny, you can tell me, no matter what it is. You know that, right?" Tawni widened her bright blue eyes innocently.

"Great, now you sound like my mother!" Sonny laughed.

"Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please! Please tell me!"

Sonny took a deep breath. "Okay. Fine. I told him that—"

"Hey, Randoms, have you seen Portlyn? We were supposed to rehearse," Chad said as he walked in without taking his ocean blue eyes from the script in his hands.

"Chad! Come back in like five minutes, okay? Sonny and I were discussing something! Something important!" Tawni said with intense urgency.

Chad looked nervous. "Well, not that it's my business, and not that I care, but, um, what exactly were you discussing? I mean, you weren't, like, talking about any private conversations that, you know, happened to take place backstage on Gotcha! With Gilroy Smith or anything, right, Sonny?"

"Tawni?" Nico poked his head into the room. "Miss Bitterman is looking for you. You'd better go. She looks mad!"

"Ugh, why do I have to leave just when things star to get good?" Tawni stomped out of the Prop House.

Sonny turned back to Chad to answer his question. "Well, Chad, actually you and I need to talk, too. About that."