A/N: Okay, so this is the first fanfic that I have written here in like 1 year? And compared with my writing style when I was younger, I can proudly say that this one's better. :) This is my first Sonny With a Chance fic, and I would appreciate if you guys would review it. Flames are welcome but not totally appreciated, I'll just make it into fire to boil myself a cup of hot chocolate. Constructive criticisms and affirmations are always welcomed and appreciated with open arms. Advanced Thankies!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own SWAC

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Sonny Munroe groggily reached for her cellphone, knowing that as long as she doesn't press the snooze button, her phone would continue beeping. It's Saturday, and all Sonny wanted was to sleep in.

She hastily pressed a few keys on her phone, returned it to the bedside table, then headed back under the covers.

She was about to fall asleep when a sudden mooing sound interrupted her fall-asleep state.

Frustrated and disoriented, she grabbed her phone, pressed the answer button, and placed it against her ear. "Hello?" Sonny prompted sleepily.

The voice on the other end of the line answered with an amused chuckle. "Good morning Munroe," said a male voice that could only belong to one person. Sonny's eyes fluttered in recognition and disbelief. "Chad?" Another chuckle answered her. "Chad! What do you want at 7 in the morning??? It's Saturday! I want to sleep!"

"I just want to wish you a happy birthday Sonny… Is that so bad?" said Chad, sounding hurt.

Sonny, feeling a bit guilty for her outburst, replied "Oh, sorry… And thanks for remember--"

"And," Chad cut her off, "I heard you're having a party tonight at the Basement(A/N: In this story, the Basement was already built as a real cool underground club), and I know I'm not invited, but I'll drop by, bring the paparazzi and stuff. You know, it's not a real party without CDC."

"Chad Dylan Cooper, you are the most shallow, self-centered, obnoxious person I've ever met!!!" exclaimed Sonny.

"Am I Sonny? Am I really?" Chad said, delivering his favoring line, knowing that this would annoy Sonny.

"Yes!!! I can't believe you called to greet me then get yourself invited in order to get more publicity!"

There was a pause at the other end, followed by Chad asking "Are you done?"

"Yes, I'm done," answered Sonny.

"Fine," started Chad.

"Fine."

"Good."

"Good."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"So are we good?" asked Chad, with amusement obvious in his voice.

"Oh we are so good," answered Sonny. She quickly pressed the End Call button and slammed her phone down on her bed.

Taking deep breaths, Sonny tried to calm herself from her annoyance. "Great. Now I won't be able to sleep in." She heaved a sigh of frustration as she slowly reached for her phone. She stared at the LCD as she pressed a few keys. Then a smile slowly began to form on her lips as she stared at her Recent Calls list. Chad Dylan Cooper – 7:03 am – 1.09 minutes, read the LCD.

She smiled and stared at her ceiling. Sonny was in frenzy because Chad, the number-one So Random! enemy, Hollywood's youngest jerkthrob, and her long-time crush, was the first to call her on her birthday.

Her thoughts were interrupted by another mooing sound. Thinking it was Chad, she quickly snatched up her phone and answered in a perky voice on the first moo.

"Hello?" she prompted.

"Uhh Sonny? What's wrong with your voice? I've never heard you sound so eager to answer my calls," said the high-pitched voice on the other line.

"Oh. Hi Tawni! I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else," answered Sonny who sounded a little dejected.

"Whatever. The cast wants to meet with you at the prop house in one hour. We have something for you," replied Tawni.

"Okay, I'll be right there, thanks!" said Sonny.

"Oh, and happy birthday," said Tawni as she ended her phone call.

Sonny got up and took a shower. She changed into one of her prettiest blue tops, her skinny acid-washed jeans, and her black leather boots. She flipped her hair and dabbed on some lipgloss. Sonny went downstairs and her mom fixed her some pancakes with whipped cream, her favorite breakfast treat. After finishing her pancakes, she kissed her mom on the cheek, and said goodbye.

She paused in front of the door before going out. She slowly smiled as she reminisced that night when Chad thought she was in danger. He had broken down that door for her. "My knight in cashmere armor," Sonny thought. "Stop thinking about him Sonny! You know that he doesn't like you." She collected her emotions and went out the door.

Sonny was happily skipping down the steps, whistling to an unfamiliar tune. Suddenly she stopped at her tracks when she saw someone waiting for her.

"What the heck are you doing here?" Sonny glared at the blond boy in the shiny convertible.

"I came to give you a ride. You're on the way to the Condor Studios right?" Chad flashed his signature smirk.

"Yeah, I am… Why are you being so nice to me?" asked Sonny. Her right eyebrow raised in suspicion.

"Can't a guy be nice to a girl on her birthday? Besides, I wanted to make it up to you. You sounded upset this morning when I called." Chad patted the shotgun seat. "Hop in."

"You did not put glue on that seat, did you?" Sonny still cannot believe that Chad, Chad Dylan Cooper, was being nice to her.

"Oh Sonny, Sonny, Sonny. Sometimes all you need to do is to trust a guy like me. Besides, I would never dare to hurt my baby." Chad flashed a sweet smile at Sonny.

Sonny, confused, reluctantly agreed. "Okay Chad. Thanks."

On the way to Condor Studios, Sonny kept on repeating Chad's words in her head. "I would never dare to hurt my baby… Was he referring to me or his car? Oh stop it Sonny. He doesn't like you, and he never will."

And that's it for the 1st chappie. R&R people... It makes writers happy. :) Ciao!