I don't own Sonny With A Chance or any songs mentioned.

I know I haven't updated Show Me What I'm Looking For in forever but I have been pretty busy lately. This idea has been in my mind for a week. I hope you like it. Remember, this was before Chad was a jerk. Or should I say, before he was a major jerk? Because in Winsconsin he still is a sort of jerk.

***Rewritten Version***

Finally Together Forever and Always...Hopefully

Chad POV

Walking through the streets of my hometown that I was going to be moving out of that same day is one of the hardest things to do. Wisconsin was beautiful. The trees, the weather, and even the smell. I really don't know how to describe this place. You have to be here to know what it's like. I passed my old neighbors, my best friends, my ex-girlfriends (which I should mention there are quite a bit). I started to stare off into the distance at a figure I couldn't make out. I wasn't sure until I heard one word that had me running towards a small creek.

"Help."

When I reached the figure, I saw a girl with her foot stuck under a rock in the creek. Her big brown eyes looked up at me, begging for help. I immediately obliged and pulled her back, trying to loosen the rocks grip. That didn't work so I kicked the rock over revealing her foot with cuts on it.

She looked up at me. "Thank you."

I was still looking down at her foot but I was prepared to say no problem. I looked up and immediately forgot my words. She was...pretty. She had the biggest brown eyes, the widest smile, and long brown hair. She coughed as if trying to catch my attention and I stuttered. "No problem."

"Did you just move here?" She asked.

I laughed and she looked confused. "No, I've lived here my whole life."

"Oh, so have I."

"Then why don't I see you around?" I wondered out loud.

"Um, I don't know." She mused. "What's your name? I'm Sonny."

"I'm Chad ." I said firmly.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around?" She asked honestly.

I looked down at my feet. "No, I'm moving."

"Oh, I see." She mumbled looking down.

"Yea." I said, also looking down. I looked back up and said, "Okay, so we should get your foot fixed."

She looked up meeting my eyes. She glanced away quickly, and said, "Yea, just follow me to my house, I know we have some medical stuff although I'm not very good with them."

I laughed. "Yea, okay." I followed her to her house. We walked in the front door to reveal a kitchen. It was painted tan, it had brown wooden cupboards, and was very... Wisconsin-y. I could hear the radio playing and I noticed her humming along. She grabbed the First-Aid kit from the cupboard above the oven and carried it back to the table. I told her to sit on the table and put her foot on the chair. She obliged and handed me the kit. I took out the antibiotic cream and a Band-Aid along. I sat them on the table and went to the sink. I turned around, "Where's the cups?"

She pointed to a cupboard and I grabbed out a small cup. "Towels?" She pointed to another cupboard and I took out a dish towel. I walked back over to the table. I placed a towel on the seat of the chair, poured water on the cut until it was clean, and dried it off. I could feel her eyes watching me as I did this. I look up. "What?"

"Nothing," she shook her head, "Just usually guys don't do this stuff."

I smiled. "So guys can't know stuff to take care of people in need?" I laughed. "I'm just kidding, my mom's a doctor."

"Oh."

I continued with my work, I put antibiotic cream on the cut and then a large Band-Aid. "Done, but it may be uncomfortable due to where the cut is placed." I looked up to meet her eyes but she was off in another place. I heard her singing softly.

"Our song is a slammin' screen door, sneakin' out late tappin' on his window. When we're on the phone and you talk real slow 'cuz it's late and your momma don't know. Our song is the way you laugh. First date, man, I didn't kiss her when I should have. And when I got home before I said 'Amen' asking God if he could play it again."

Our Song by Taylor Swift. I thought to myself. Beautiful. I remarked at her singing. She stop singing and looked at her foot. "Oh, you're done, thanks, Chad."

"No problem."

"Do you want to hang-" She was cut off by my phone vibrating in my pocket. I looked down. It was a text from my parents telling me we had to catch the plane. Leaving my new job as Mackenzie in Mackenzie Falls.

"I'm sorry, it's time for me to go. We've, my family and I, have got to catch the plane. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." She mumbled. "Thanks for helping me."

"No problem." I ran out the door, and said goodbye to everybody even if they couldn't hear me. I ran home and grabbed my stuff, we got in the car and drove to the airport, my parents talking about what they'd do in Los Angeles while I, I was remembering the good times, and some very important people.

We got to the airport, got our bags checked, and got on the plane. I heard the radio on the plane playing. "Our song is a slammin' screen door-" I put my earphones in, and blocked out the noise to try to forget the girl I just met, that already stole my heart.

What did ya think of the rewritten version? Like it? I HOPE!