Alright, so I've got another story in the works, but I've been suffering from some bad writer's block, and wanted to do some drabbles/one-shots for something different. I've seen a lot of these around and wanted to do one for Sonny With a Chance, just for kicks.

These will mostly revolve around Sonny and Chad, and the words were written down by a friend of mine throughout the day today. There's in a completely random order or words and one story will not correspond with the next unless I say otherwise. We'll see if any words one after the other actually work well enough for double/triple chapters. ;) Hope you enjoy!

Word 1: Pen

~Sonny's POV~

I was sitting in the dressing room, tapping my pen agents the pad of paper. So Random needed a new sketch idea and everyone had turned to me! The problem was, I couldn't think of anything! Nothing at all! I would scribble something down, then rip the page from the pad, crumple it up, and throw it in the waste bin. This has happened countless times, and I was ready to give up.

I was interrupted by a knock on the door before Nico opened it. "Any ideas yet?" he asked.

"No!" I said a little to harshly, slamming the pen down on the desk.

Nico nodded. "Don't kick yourself about it! Why don't you take a break?" and with that he closed the door and left.

I considered this for a moment, and decided that it was in my best interest. I mean, why should I sit here for another hour and get nothing done? If I couldn't think of even an idea in two hours, what makes you think I'll get one in an hour?

I got up and stuck the pen in my pocket with a small notepad, in case something came to me. After leaving the dressing room, I decided to head to the cafeteria. There might be something more interesting to do there.

When I walked in, I waited on line and got myself a chocolate Fro-Yo. My favorite. Maybe it would cheer me up and give me some ideas. Just as I sat down, someone caught my eye. Chad? Was he staring at me? I turned away. It was then I noticed there wasn't anyone else in the room. I must have lost track of time…

It did take long for Chad to come over to the table and sit down across from me. "Hey Sonny." he said, flashing a grin.

"Hi Chad." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Hey, why the attitude, Monroe?" he said, leaning closer to catch my eyes.

"I don't have an attitude, Cooper!" I said all to loudly. Chad really pushed my buttons! Not only was this sketch stressing me out, now he was, too? Typical Chad Dylan Cooper.

"Whoa, chill! What's wrong?" he asked, almost caring.

"Nothing. Leave me alone, will you?" I said loudly.

"Fine!" he said

"Fine!" I shouted back.

"Good! Chad stood, pushing the chair backwards.

"Good!" I yelled, standing as well.

I didn't even let him finish, because I was already storming out the door.

"Sonny, wait!" he called after me, and I heard his footsteps rushing toward me as I stormed down the hall.

"What?" I said annoyed, turning to face him.

He nearly rammed into me, but stopped, holding up a black object. "Your dropped your pen…" he muttered, handing it to me. Then he turned and walked away.

I held it, staring after him. All the while, I couldn't rip that smile off my face. Sonny Monroe, your falling hard…