Earth Angel

Author Indigo Willowsun

Disclaimer Umm…SWAC does not belong to me. Christmas gift, anyone? Ah! And I took license on how to spell 'Koko Moko Koko'. Seems more fashion-y.

Rating PG (mild language)

Summary Chad the Jerk gets a visit from someone very…special…to consult him about his lack of kindness.

Notes Hey!I'm the new kid on the block. Friends, this is my first fic in a long time, and my past is actually in Gilmore Girls (oh Literati!) I'm just a big sucker for that sexual tension, will they, won't they, love/hate, made for one another kind of crap writers like to feed girls like me. I mean, my favorite show (besides Sonny with a Chance…) is BONES. Number one, baby, and that chemistry is thick. Anyway, I like SWAC, because I believe it is the best thing to come out of the Disney mill since 'Even Stevens' or, uh, just 'Phineas and Ferb'. Oh, wait, remember that special…Camp Bug or Camp…something about a real summer camp and it was like a reality show from the 90s. I was hooked! Again (!) anyway, I like this show.

Groovy!

INDIGOOOOOO

Chapter 1 – Lipstick and Dipsticks

"I hate Chad Ding-dong Pooper Scooper!" cried Tawni as she angrily strode into the prop house. She collapsed dramatically on the couch between Nico and Grady.

Grady, who was eating a corndog, paused to ask, "Who's that? He must be new, cause' that name will defiantly be changed before Hollywood is through with him. Did you know Elton John was—"

"She meant Chad Dylan Cooper, you idiot," clarified Nico while grabbing Grady's corndog. He took a big bite. "What'd he do now?"

Tawni moaned into a pillow. "What doesn't Chad do? He ruins lives! He's a life ruiner!"

"We know that. Why are you so upset?"

"Because. Everyone knows how much I love my Koko Moko Koko lipstick."

Grady nodded. "Yea, you go crazy without it."

"I just go a little koko without my moko," she puffed, "Like I was saying, I love my lipstick, and Marshall always as a carton of extra tubes in his office. Well! Apparently they were being moved to some new location, when the Mackenzie Falls gang led by the devil himself stumbled upon my lipstick."

"So…Chad is now wearing your makeup? And he looks prettier than you?" asked Nico slowly.

Tawni screeched, "No! And a BIG no! No way! No one is prettier than me, not even me. I mean the inner me. Like, the outer me is pretty, but the other me, the me in me; she is not as pretty as the me right here. I am pretty! Chad is so ugly that he and his crew drew squares on big pieces of paper with my property, and called it 'modern art'. He said I wasn't intellectual enough to understand. And I looked up that word! He is so wrong. Not only am I pretty, but I'm pretty smart too!"

Sonny walked in at that moment wearing an ill-fitting Grecian gown with stains. Their next sketch had something to do with Greek gods, the movie Grease, and greasy food. She laughed at the last thing Tawni said. "Ha! Pretty and pretty smart! Ha ha. That is really clever and funny—oh what turned all you smiles…into uh…crocodiles? no…long miles…nail files? Ugly hair styles?"

"Ok stop!" her female co-star yealled. "Sonny, this is hard to say, but you're not all that funny."

This made the always bright Sonny giggle. It rhymed.

"Sonny, Tawni had her Koko Moko Koko stolen by Mackenzie Falls kids, and they used it to make modern art," Nico reiterated.

"Oh, how nice. Recycling."

"No!" shrieked Grady, "not nice. Mean. They STOLE it, and upset Tawni, and crushed our dignity." His cell phone at that exact moment started to ring. The ring tone was that old Rod Stewart song, If you think I'm sexy, and you want my body… He quickly turned it off. "That is a classic song! I am not embarrassed!" Turning in his seat, Grady re-dialed and held the phone to his ear. "MOM!"

Everyone looked away from him in disgust. Yea. Dignity.

"Moving on to me. What are we going to do about this?" inquired Tawni.

Nico muttered, "If only Zora didn't have the day off. She could have totally thought of something."

"Something that would have made everyone more upset and no peace would have been achieved between feuding sides," stated Sonny calmly. "Look, Tawni, I will go talk to Chad and ask him to apologize…or at least pay for some new Koko Moko Koko sticks. Alright? I'll be back in a jiffy!"

With that and a gigantic, optimistic smile, Sonny turned on her heel and strutted out of the room with purpose.

Walking into the Falls studio is like walking into a dark, dank pit full of man-eating vipers. Some visitors even claim to have heard some of the cast members hissing at them. That was, of course, if they even made it through the double mahogany doors past the beefy ex-Ultimate Fighter onto the set.

It was no different for Sonny, only…it was like she didn't even notice. The security guard at the door let her through, because of a small special request a certain actor put in via a handwritten note. It had said,

To Mr. T,

Let the smiley brunette with the dimple on her chin in. She is my cousin. I know she looks like that girl from SoRandom!, but she is not. I don't hang with Randoms. Seriously, I'm CDC. Remember, the cute girl…cousin…mine…is allowed in.

Request from,

the one and only CHAD DYLAN COOPER

With that in order Sonny never had any trouble barging into the Falls—even when she was wearing a greasy sheet. Passing the actors from the show with not even a glance, she found the actor she needed lying in a hammock drinking iced tea. The hammock was being held up by two camera men.

"Chad!"

"Sonny! How's my lovely lady?"

"I'm not your lady, Chad," she said venomously. She really didn't mean to start the conversation like that, honestly, but with Chad it was like there was no other way.

Chad seemed unfazed by her tone. "You're right. My lady would have much better manners, and" he glimpsed over at her and gave her a supercilious once over, "better attire."

"I'm not the one wearing the khaki pants with pleats."

"I'm not the one wrapped in a filthy bed sheet."

"I'm not the one wearing a boring tie!"

"I'm not the one barefoot!"

"I'm not the one in the sweater vest!"

Chad gave a gasp. He tried to sit up in the hammock, but it kept lurching forward and back, threatening to chuck him out and spill his tea. After struggling for a minute, and Sonny just looking at him amused, Chad awkwardly made it on solid ground where he proceeded to gulp the rest of tea down, dramatically wipe his mouth, and point accusingly at Sonny while saying, "You are talking to Chad Dylan Cooper, and Chad Dylan Cooper makes this sweater vest!"

"Makes it what? In style?"

"Oh that is it, Munroe! You can insult my show all you want, but I draw the line at my wardrobe…and my face!"

Sonny smirked at how worked up he was getting. Sure it was a dweeby sweater vest, but he was right. Chad Dylan Cooper really wore it well. Not that she would EVER tell him that, lest she wanted to have him hang it over her head for all eternity.

"Look Chad, I'm not really mad, but Tawni is kinda sad, cause' the Mackenzie Falls kids are bad, so be a good lad, and make her glad."

"Did you just rhyme many times in a row?" he asked bemused.

Sonny chuckled, "Yea…I worked on it while I was walking over here."

"Well, is this about her lipstick, cause' I'm not really a dipstick, and I really like cheese sticks, and also I love chopsticks."

The girl standing in front of him just gave him a look. "Chad."

"What?"

"You just said 'stick' a bunch of times."

"So?"

"That didn't really rhyme."

"Yes it did," Chad griped.

Sonny shook her head, "Not really, Chad, but good try."

Chad tried not to look too defeated, but in all honesty he wanted to really impress Sonny with his improv. skills. (He heard it was really important in comedy.) It was only in that moment did he realize he had none. To cover up his discomfiture, he lay back into his hammock giving Sonny a cocky look. "So what was this all about again, Zeus?"

She rolled her eyes. "Tawni is really hurt that you and all the Mackenzie Falls people stole her Koko Moko Koko lipsticks, and drew with them like they were crayons. You know how much she loves her lipstick. I think she loves it more than she loves…well…me, for instance. I am at the bottom of the list and KMK is at the very top. All I want, Chad, is for you and your crew to go apologize. Or better yet! Buy her some new tubes!"

As she gabbed, Chad didn't listen too much of it. He heard Tawni (but then quickly forgot about her), you, like, you, loves, me, all I want, Chad, is you.

"Sonny—why are you doing this?"

"What do you mean? I want to help her. She is upset and she is my friend. Sorta."

"Hmm."

"'Hmm.' That's it?!"

His cold blue eyes flickered over to her. "What else do you want?"

"For you to apologize!" Sonny cried exasperated. Really, this boy was a hard egg to crack.

"For what? For making art? I am an artist Sonny, a sensitive, beautiful soul who cannot be denied. What is Tamie? A frenemy who keeps you at the bottom of her list?"

Sonny grabbed the edge of the hammock and yanked at it. Chad fell tumbling out. "It doesn't matter where I am on the list. At least she has a list! You, Chad Dylan Cooper, are a cold hearted boy with no Love list at all!"

With that and a glowering, pouty frown, Sonny turned on her heel and strutted out of the room fuming in anger.

There it is! The set up! What happens next? I know, but you'll just have to tune in to find out. But please RSVP at the review button to let me know what you think of this shindig!