Ya, I know this has been overdone. I just thought that I would do it sometime or another.

Chad is 19. Sonny is 18.


Sonny Munroe did not, in fact like Chad Dylan Cooper.

Sonny Munroe walked briskly to her publicist's office, Janine, her publicist wanting to have a quick chat.

She wondered what it would be, probably a publicity stunt or something like that.

Sonny was getting tired of them, going out with random guys, parties, and such.

She wondered if maybe this time would be different...

She reached the secretary at the office, smiling her natural smile.

"Hey Martha." Martha was the type of lady who didn't put up with any crap. She was so nice to Sonny, and she knew how she felt.

"Heyyy Sonny-girl!" She replied, grinning back.

"Hey, I need to go to office 103, Janine Hawkorne." She replied uncertainly.

"Yup, here ya go." She gave Sonny a visiting card, and Sonny left.

She made her way to her office, three flights of steps.

She was out of breath by the time she made it to the third flight.

"101,102, 103!" She mused, obviously out of breath.

She spied , Janine, and Chad, looking oh-so-handsome...

"Ahh, yes, Sonny. Come in?" Janine smiled, showing her too-white teeth. She pointed to a chair and Sonny automatically sat.

"Sonny. So nice of you to join us." Mr. Condor said.

"Ya, Sonny we were just discussing, some publicity." sneered Chad.

The way he had said 'publicity' scared the living hell out of her.

"Yes." Mr. Condor said, slowly.

"What's going on?" I asked suspiciously, my head turning between the three.

Mr. Condor cleared his throat-

"Well, Sonny, we need publicity. We have enough, but we need more. This will get up back on higher ratings. You will also star on many of McKenzie Falls."

"What 'stunt' will we do?" She asked suspiciously,

"You will-(a brief dramatic pause) go 'out' with each other." Janine blurted.

Sonny's mouth went agape.

"Bu-bu-but I can't! I mean I'm going out with Alex Hammer! You know him, right? Well, him and I reaaally like each other! I-I can't!" She sputtered.

"Well, I suppose you will have to break up, then." Chad added.

Sonny sent a glare to him.

"I'm sorry Sonny, I really, really am." Janine didn't sound sorry at all, "We reaally need this. I mean, think of it! Papparazzi! Stars! Couples parties!"

Sonny just slouched in her seat at the mention of all of those things, and Chad smiled smugly.

"I'm 18! I'm an adult! You can not make me do things I do not want to do!" She hissed.

Janine stood up, walked over.

She held up a piece of paper, which Sonny assumed was a contract.

"Fiiiiiiiiiine!" She breathed.

"Oh-and Sonny." Janine smiled to sweetly. "You're gonna need a makeover, honey, for plubicity." She finished.

"People will be there tomorrow." Mr. Condor added, slightly ashamed.

Sonny gave them all a glare, and walked out.

She slammed her visitor's pass down, walking out.

She walked past Martha, her mouth opening, then closing.

Damn them.

She walked home, only a few blocks away.

She ran her fingers through her hair, and picked up her cell phone.

"Hey, Alex." She hoarsley whispered.

"What's wrong, Sonny?" He didn't seem all too concerned. No one did.

"Well, we have to break up. I'm with Chad." She replied as calmly as she could.

"WHAT? THAT FAG? THAT'S IT, I'M GONNA GO-" He started to screech-yes, screech, over the phone.

"No! Alex! I wanted him. If it's anyones fault...it's mine." She didn't know why she was sticking up for Chad. He was basically nothing but a self-conceited asshole, bastard, jerk....

"Well, I knew it. You're nothing but a whore." *Click*. He sneered, then hung up the phone.

"God." Sonny flopped on her bed, closing her eyes. She just wanted to disappear from the face of the Earth.

But, Janine wouldn't be too happy bout that, would she?

Sonny Munroe did, in fact, hate Chad Dylan Cooper. And Janine Hawkorne. And Mr. Condor. But, especially Chad.

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Over done, blah blah blah blaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Wow, actually a disney story.

Actually, I don't care.

I hate all Disney. Cept for this, of course.

I really want Dairy Queen....