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Disclaimer: No I do not own Sonny With A Chance, Snow White, Solo, Channy, or Disney. Just to make that clear.

Sonny's POV

You speak to me…And in your words I hear a melody, but in the twilight it's so hard to see, what's wrong for me…

I can't resist until you give the truth a little twist…as if you're gonna get away with this…You're not sorry…

I can't believe I fell for this!

I shook my head a couple of times, glancing at the pale ceiling, completely ignorant of my surroundings. I was on the stage, again, crowd cheering, everything I've ever dreamed of…

Ahhhh….. I sighed contently then got knocked on the head with a…script?

"Hey Munroe." A mysterious and low voice reached my ears. Urgh. Three words. Chad Dylan Cooper.

"What are you doing here? Just in case you haven't noticed, I'm in the middle of slaving for your oh-so-dear aunt!" I spat at him. Then quickly turned around, before I got lost into those eyes of his.

"Oh excuse me!" He remarked with mock, "Is that how you speak to the great-" Pops collar, "The magnificent-" Smirks widely, "Chad Dylan Cooper?"

Mentally barfs. Yet somehow I enjoy his presence.

"Leave me alone Chad." I uttered immediately, though my heart is screaming to let him stay. No no, I do not like him!

"Sure sure Sonny. I'd leave you alone to your own singing. Your own life. Of disappointment." He pronounced dramatically, looking out the window with a sigh. No wonder he's on Mackenzie Falls.

"Good! Because anything would be better than talking to the annoying-" Mockingly pops my imaginary collar, "the conceited-" Ridiculing his smirk, "Chad Dylan Cooper." Stepping away from him slowly, I rolled my eyes and held my head high. Only to be pulled back by a strong force.

"What is it, Chad?" I yelled, really annoyed.

He kept his hand around my thin arm. I swore I felt fireworks explode all over my body. I jolted a bit then nodded slightly to regain mental consciousness.

"Good."

Chad finally said and gazed deep into my eyes. Look down, Sonny. Look down!

"Fine." I responded to our own little game as if on cue. Entirely hypnotized by those ocean blue orbs.

"Fine." He smirked and gave me a little tug on the arm as he left me. Completely speechless.

Chad's POV

I lay on my huge couch, trembling from that experience, trying to shake the butterflies out of my stomach. My head was spinning, my mouth was open. I really want to do that again. I need Sonny Munroe in my life.

I'm practically hers. I don't look at another chick anymore. No other girl interests me. They have nothing on Sonny. I just want to look at her all day long. Until she was mine. Forever. Never have I felt this strong of a feeling towards a girl, I've experienced love I have never came close to before.

I'm hers and she will be mine when she realizes she's made for me too. It'll just take some time and a lot of Chad Charm.

Sonny stares past the Chad Dylan Cooper in me and sees only Chad. The guy she has been waiting for. Grabbing on to my shoulders, she pulls me to her. Our bodies colliding and leaving no space between.

"Finally. The man of my dreams. The man I have been waiting for." She smiles and gripped me tight, slowly pressing her sweet lips on mine.

I kiss back. Her arms twisting around my neck, her tongue dancing in my mouth. I wrap my muscular and protective arms around her and starts to massage her shoulders and back…

"Chad!" A shrill and penetrating voice called my name. Daydreaming on my couch about Sonny is my favorite pastime. Who is to disturb me?

"What?" I yelled loudly, revealing the strong hate and annoyance with my voice.

"OPEN THE DOOR! IT'S WHITNEY!" Gosh! I really don't want to see my aunt at the moment. I have grown to dislike her more and more since she's treating Sonny horribly.

I walk really slow to the door of my dressing room. Really hoping that'll she would leave. But she didn't. Sadly.

"URGH!" I grunted and gripped the doorknob, using a lot of force to pull the door open.

I glowered at her overly made up face in great vexation.

"I need your help, my dear nephew." She spoke with fake neediness, "Remember Sonny Munroe? My personal assistant?"

Well. How could I forget?

"Yes. I think." I muttered slowly, pretending to be recalling her in my mind, "What about her? You're not gonna fire her right?" I spoke way too fast. She can't be fired! I NEED HER!

She laughed this strident and ear-splitting giggle with her head held high. Urgh, she looks like she's choking and crying at the same time.

"Oh dear, no! Remember how she—Dare I say it, has a lot of talent?" Aunt Whitney said then almost choked on those words, "Now I have reached 178. Still the high score of our dear country. But somehow…you know where I'm getting at…" She nudged me with a wink.

Huh?

"No. I have no idea." I replied honestly. And confused.

"Darn little boy. Have you ever studied? Oh wait you didn't." Again, that horrible excuse of a laugh, "Let's see if I could process this in your tiny brain." Wow, that's offensive but before I could say anything, she continued, "Use your charm you use on all those dear poor girls on Sonny, if you'd please. Get her to sing for you. Check her talent on the meter. Then come back to me PRONTO! With the, hopefully, good news. I mean, poor girl hasn't practiced her vocals for a year already, her voice box is probably frozen!" The hyena-ish pig squealing laugh quickly followed as I resisted the urge to cover my ears.

"Why would I do it for you?" I asked. I do not work for her. And I am not betraying Sonny. My aunt doesn't know she has been practicing singing secretly. What happens if she's good? Is my aunt going to kill her or something?

"Well, I'm appalled. You are my nephew, you should just agree to sneak on Sonny. Go to her little office. Chat her up. Or should I say, "Chad" her up… Get her mesmerized with your eyes. Yadda yadda yadda. Stuff you do to get a girl. Just this once Chad." She squealed in my ear.

I processed all that in my brain, and all that came across was me getting her to like me. To charm her up. Wasn't that just what I wanted to do? Get her to sing to me. Get her in love with me. And since we're doing all that, just see how much talent she has. EASY!

My angel was telling me to listen to my heart, to break out of the daze and realize that this could be a trap. My devil, however, was going "you want Sonny to love you" this is your chance! Well, I don't know but I do want Sonny to love me. So here I go…

Sonny's POV

It was such a lovely day. The clouds were accumulating and highlighting the sky with a sense of nonchalance and laziness. Perfect. My typical laze-in-room-till-witch-summons-you day. Lying on a tiny and white couch, I rested my head while humming silently to myself, wanting every minute to last forever. Absorbing in the freshness and…Chad?

There, by the door was Chad Dylan Cooper, looking, well looking as hot as ever. Urgh. Stupid Chad for making me like him. In a way. Sometimes.

"There's my favorite singer!" Chad edged his way in, smelling…perfect.

"Since when?" I gave him a confused look.

"Aww…Since ALWAYS of course!" Huh? When was "always" "just now"? "In fact, I could live on your voice…" Chad looked thoughtful and…sincere? He edged slowly next to me with a playful gleam in his eyes. A little too close if you ask me.

His eyes engraved deep into mine, revealing the genuine interest. Weird. He is never this nice to me. It's as if…Whatever. It can't be.

"I was just thinking, you know. I would be very satisfied if…" His eyes rolled in a mischievous way while he gently landed his hand on my right shoulder, "you would sing a song for me?"

I hesitated.

"Me. Sing a song. For you." I managed to splutter out, thinking he was completely sick or something.

"Yes. You sing a song. For me." He retorted back as he stepped even closer. His face was inches away from mine as his arm snaked around my back.

I shivered and blushed furiously. Urgh darn his charm.

Smiling at my reaction, Chad blinked slowly and breathed out,

"Please?" He whispered huskily, his breath tickling my ear.

Whoa.

What's the harm right? Just one simple song. That just might…Whatever. It really can't be.

"Fine. Just this time." I beamed as butterflies flew all around in my stomach. Chad smiled at my answer and sat down on my couch as I stood up. He is so cute.

Third Person

Sonny's voice astonished Chad as you could see him being uncontrollably attracted to this female singer. In his heart, he knows that she is a million times better than his aunt. He knows he wants to help her out. But how?

Mesmerized, hypnotized, bewitched, enthralled by this Sonny Munroe's beauty, voice, and talent. Chad almost forgot about his task. Emphasis on the almost. He quickly reached into his back pocket, unaware of where this might lead Sonny, and pulled out a mini thermometer, wait, talent-o-meter. As fast as it came out, the red and purple bar shot up. Chad, not wanting to miss a second of his crush's performance and soaking into her beauty, didn't look at the meter, instead returning his full attention to the singer.

Again, unaware.

Unaware that this would be the start of a new chapter of Sonny and Chad's lives.

Whitney's POV

I am on cloud 9. Flying, floating high above all those, urgh, commoners. I'm Whitney Hitcher. I rule the world. Of music. I mean, I just beat my own high score of 178 to 179! Step by step, my friend, step by step…

Lying on my pink furry comforter, admiring myself in my wonderful complimenting mirror, taking pleasure on my incredibly high talent-o-meter, my favorite past time. Oh the joys of being perfect…

Then the stupid knocks to ruin my personal time!

"WHO IS IT?" I bellowed loudly without thinking. Because if I was thinking, I would not have bellowed. IT RUINS YOUR VOICEBOX!

"Sonny. Sonny. Sonny." My mind clicked. Who? Sonny? Oh, she's gonna get it!

But then my genius of a brain remembered, oh wait she's a girl. How come her voice is so deep all of a sudden? It's either her voice is really ruined or she's trying to sound sexy. Urgh that fool of a girl!

To my surprise, she DYED HER HAIR BLONDE! Oh wait, AND IT'S SHORT! Urgh GROSS! Oh wait, it's not her. It's just Chad. I so knew that.

"Sonny. Sonny. Sonny." My useless good-for-nothing nephew muttered under his breath. Or OVER his breath? I burst into a fit of giggles because I am so funny!

Wait. Sonny?

"Hey? Nephew?" I said slowly, hoping he'd regain consciousness. Well, no one conscious would murmur that girl's name.

It was like watching it in slow motion. No, I mean fast motion. His head snapped immediately back to me and his eyes widened.

"Huh?"

That dodo of a nephew.

"Talent Meter. Now." I demanded with an outstretched hand. He looked brain dead. Literally.

"Oh yeah. That." Again, brain dead. Ain't I hilariously funny? Like a dead brain? Again, I burst out into fits of giggles.

"Here it is." Chad spoke in a creepy monotone voice and handed me the mini version of the meter, which by the way is blank at the moment but it stores the histories.

"Okiee Dokieee…." I dragged out my words, acting afraid and bemused by his strange head-in-the-clouds behavior.

Slowly, Chad stepped out of my room. Acting like a robot. I mean, eyes straight forward. Legs stiff. Body vertically posed. I don't think he blinked when he walked out. Again, hilariously funny! I am so perfect!

Giggling and howling (wait, not howling. I do not howl) furiously, I clutched my stomach and started admiring myself again. I am the best person ever.

Third Person

Whitney circled around the room holding high regards for herself for around one hour, which could even bore the most boring person on earth. Same words repeated. Same actions done. Same self-value held. Same device in her hand. Which apparently she has forgotten about.

But not for long.

Finally, after the longest hour people have ever endured, she took a lot of effort to pull herself away from her "amazing" self and provide attention to the talent-o-meter.

Clicking on the little button that marks "History", her original grin got bigger.

Until the little neon green LED screen unveiled to number of…179. Tied with the witch. She didn't get to practice. And she was tied with…Whitney Hitcher.
Bzz… Wrong person to mess with.

It was like the evil stepmother of Snow White looking into the magic mirror, only to know that Snow White was prettier than her. However, it was only a contest held on high heels, designer clothes and make-up. This was a battle between a jealous boss who could ruin her opponent's life and a head-strong assistant who was just cursed with the incredible talent of singing. Things were not looking up for them.

Like a tornado, Whitney's face stormed over, wiping the original grin and replaced with…and only the irreplaceable…Hitcher Scowl®. Cold, dark, infuriating. Close to the heart.

Everything is just so heart-warming.

Then a scream rang through the ozone layer.

A/N How was it? Please tell me? Please? Now? Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I thought everything happened a bit fast and it wasn't detailed enough, but I don't know. What do you think? Your review could be a simple "Good! Update!" or "Bad! Don't update!". Even though I would prefer a nice long review on my story. Praise, CCs and hopefully no flames.

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