Sonny Munroe's New BFF

A/N: Thanks for all the nice reviews on my last story, Heck's Kitchen, if you haven't read it yet, check it out! I really hope you like this new story! I'm hoping to make this story longer then the last. Enjoy!

Summary: When Sonny jokes about herbest friend, Lucy, Lucy doesn't want to be friends anymore. Can Sonny find the inner friend in a special someone on stage two?

Disclaimer: I don't own Sonny with a Chance, only in my dreams.

Sonny's POV:

"Sonny I heard what you said about me!" My best friend from back home in Wisconsin, Lucy, was getting really mad at me from the joke I made up about her. I texted her back.

"Lucy, I'm sorry! It was a joke!" I held my phone anxiously in my hands, hoping she would forgive me. Lucy and I had been friends since kindergarden. We couldn't throw it all away now. My phone vibrated, 1 new message from Lucy.

"Sonny, I don't think we should be friends anymore, I am just not going to believe that you're sorry this time." Lucy and I had had our fair share of fights as best friends.

"Lucy, No! I am really truly sorry this time! Promise!" But, she never texted back.

Chad's POV:

I walked down the narrow hallways of So Random! with the latest issue of Tween Weekly. I had found a picture of Sonny with a mouth full of food. I snickered as I looked at the picture again. Sonny Munroe, from So Random! is not so lady like as she stuffs her face with food, it read. I would never get tired of that. I came to Sonny's dressing room and the door was open. I knocked and walked in.

"What do you want?" she asked cynically. She was rolled up in a ball on her lime green futon. She had a tissue box next to her and she sniffled uncontrollably. The thing that most caught my eye was a picture on the floor, broken. Also her phone, I guess was thrown against the wall because the vivid pink wall had a crater with the phone on the floor under it.

"Sonny are you okay?" I sat down next to her on the futon. She got up and collected her self, moving the tissue box from the couch to the dresser. She walked over to where her phone was and picked it up.

"I'm fine," she snapped back. I glanced at her once she turned to face my way. "What? I said I'm fine!" She inflated the last word slowly for me to understand, although I already did.

"Really, Sonny? Because a person who is 'fine'," I did air quotes around fine, "doesn't destroy photos." I held up one of the wrecked pieces. I picked up the rest of the pieces and put them together, like a puzzle.

"Hey, is this your friend? Lucy? From my party." I looked at her again, this time she had a miniature trash can in her hands. She brushed the pieces in with her hands.

"That is her, the photo fell." She sounded dismal; her voice had no expression what so ever. I can read people as well as she can, and by the sound of her voice, she was lying. No one got that upset over a picture breaking.

"Sonny, did you smash that?" I pointed to the trash can. She didn't answer; she just sat on the coffee table and played with her hands. "Sonny?" She set the trash can on the floor. She played with her phone for a while (I was surprised it wasn't broken) and showed me a text message. My eyes widened, "Why would you say that about her?"

"It was a joke; I didn't know she would take it to heart."

"Who wouldn't?" I didn't know Sonny could be that harsh.

"Now she doesn't want to be friends anymore." Her voice cracked. I was feeling sorrow, it was weird.

"Sonny, I am sorry," Did I usually act like this around her? Well, just this once. I embraced her in a warm, friendly hug.

"Umm…this is kind of strange." She pulled away and so did I.

"Yeah," I laughed, "I should go, rehearsal." I walked out.

Sonny's POV:

That was really weird. Awkward, strange, creepy. Any word that is the antonym of nice, friendly, welcoming, could describe his visit. I found a copy of Tween Weekly on top of my tissue box, it wasn't mine. I looked at the subscription, Chad D. Cooper. It was open to a picture of me, an embarrassing photo of me. I shoved it into the trash can. Chad must've left it here; it was nice he didn't shove it in my face like I thought he would. I smiled, and then looked at my phone, it was mooing. I looked at it, 1 new message from Lucy.

I hope you enjoyed! I am working on the next chapter now! Review, pretty please, I really want to know how I did! Thank you!

~FlowerBud~