Wow, and I mean wow! I checked my email for three days in a row, idk why, I don't normally, then I see three pages worth of alerts for Morningside getting favorited, alerted, reviewed, and me getting favorited. So, I just got dropped off at the handy dandy library, and I decided to update, since I have every chapter with me in my folder and on my phone. (I did like the last 5 chapters by draft text message, cause I didn't have my writing stuff with me. I looked like a txt maniac, but hey, at least the story is complete.) I'm also thinking after I finish to kind of do a spin of story, since one of the characters in the story has this thing... anyway, you'll know when you read this chapter. I don't really like this one, but I love the next one... I think... let me flip through........ yeah, I do. Have fun reading! Oh! Before I forget, when Sonny's phone rings, or Tawni's(but I don't think hers will in the story), it sounds like the Check It Out girls. Here it is: (T:Check out this phone! S:Check out that name! T:Check it out! S:Check it out! T&S:Check it out! S:Check out this tone! T:I'm checking out this tone! S:Check out you, checking out this tone! T:Check them out not checking out their phone! S:Check out this phone! T:Check out this phone! S&T:Check it out!) Ha, either you'd be saying it along with them and upset to answer your phone and end it, or it'd annoy the crap out of you and you'd answer it or silence it. To the story....

"Any time, any day, yo," Nico said.

They were practicing their new sketch where they were a hip-hop dance crew having an argument about who was better, though neither could dance. Marshall thought it would be great. They were dressed in colorful clothes and hats with baggy pants, colorful Adidas, and either sunglasses, chains, arm bands, or a combination of all. Allison Stoner was making a guest appearance in the sketch, but she wasn't their for the run through.

"You think you're better than me?" Grady asked incredulously.

He made hand-arm gestures that were supposed to look something similar to pop locking. Zora shook her head from her spot on the couch. She was in the sketch, but wasn't actively taking part. However, she did say her lines when time to.

"Yeah, yeah, Homie," confirmed Nico, arms folding across his chest to look bad.

"I'm better than both of ya's," Sonny said, adjusting her hot pink hat.

It was tilted to the side and not fully on her head, so it kind of tilted upward.

"Uh, no," Tawni said prissily, "I don't think so. If it wasn't for me, this crew would be no-"

Sonny's phone ringing cut her off.

"Sorry," Sonny apologized, "Really, sorry."

She took out her phone and checked the caller id.

Stupid Chad. Stupid hot. Stupid lips.

"Sonny, that's the third time," Grady said, "Don't you think you should answer it?"

"Yeah, Sonny," agreed Tawni, "There just going to call. Again."

"If they call again, I'll answer it," Sonny promised, "Let's just-"

Check out this phone! Check out that name!

She groaned, but took out the phone and answered.

"Hello?"

"Why didn't you answer your phone?" yelled Chad.

"I'm practicing for a sketch tonight."

Everyone looked at her curiously, except Zora, who already knew. She knew everything.

"I hate you," he yelled.

"I've heard this," Sonny replied.

She tried to play it off cool. If she said she hated him back, they'd know it was Chad.

"Come over," he demanded.

"I'm busy!"

"I'm at my house."

He hung up.

"Hello?" Stupid Chad.

She put the phone in her pocket.

"Who was that?" Nico asked.

"Yeah," teased Zora, grinning, "Who?"

Sonny sent her a frown that turned to a smirk. She retaliated smugly.

"You know, just like I know."

Zora's grin faded and she turned her attention back to the TV. Sonny turned to the others.

"Let's finish the run through!"

They nodded, still curious as to what Zora and Sonny knew about each other that they didn't.

After the run through, two hours and 45 minutes before the season finale on So Random, Chad called her again. She was about to change clothes, really no use.

"What, Chad?"

"Are you coming?" he asked.

"Well, I didn't plan on it," she said, "I mean, after you yelled at me, then hung up."

"Just come over."

She could hear the charm in his voice.

"Why?"

"You know why."

"No, I don't," she lied.

"Munroe," he warned.

She grabbed her car keys.

"Why'd you yell at me earlier?" she asked, "It couldn't be because I didn't answer."

Chad growled in frustration. Story time.

"Okay, so I, Chad Dylan Cooper, am strolling through the Hollywood Walk of Fame. You know, checking where my star is going to go."

"I bet it's a bad neighborhood," she mumbled.

Chad frowned, "I heard that."

"Good."

"Good! Wait... anyway, so this little brat drops her ice-cream cone and burst into tears. The loud whining, the works!"

Sonny started up her car, looked around, and backed out.

"Uh-huh."

"So I'm standing there, staring proudly at my spot, and the brats sobbing extremely loud, so finally, I got annoyed and bought her another one. Papparatzo snaps his pictures, and now it's all over the place that I-"

"Chad Dylan Cooper," she added.

"-am going soft and becoming g-g-good!"

He waited for a response. She was quiet. Too quiet. Then he heard it. Giggling! Then laughter!

"Why are you laughing? This is not funny!"

"Yes," Sonny laughed, "It is!"

"Shut up!"

"So you're mad because you're being portrayed in a positive, well for you, negative light?"

She laughed some more.

"Just get over here."

Sonny pulled up in the hidden back driveway of Chad's house. Any celebrity coming over would use it since cameras were everywhere in the front. She got out and walked up the stairs of the tan wooden deck, shaded by trees. She checked the time. From the studio to here was about a twenty minute drive. She'd have to leave around-

Her thoughts were discontinued when she was pulled inside and kissed passionatly. She faintly heard what she assumed was the door closing, and whimpered against his lips when he pushed her against a wall. He broke the kiss after five more seconds and grinned.

"What are you wearing?"

She looked down at her baggy forest green pants with the left leg bunched up to her knee, her white, pink striped Adidas, and her long sleeved white shirt with a giant gold chain around her hat. She almost forgot she was sill wearing the hat.

"I- I didn't have time to change," she breathed.

She studied his attire. Blue jeans and a red button down with a white t-shirt underneath.

"I'm used to seeing you in uniform."

"When we start taping next season you will."

Chad put an arm around her waist and lead her to his den.

"How long we got?" he asked.

"Uh, about an hour, I think."

Chad sat in a recliner, and Sonny sat in his lap.

"So Chad, how does it feel to be a good guy?" teased Sonny.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"I will."

"Fine."

"Fine."

He kissed her lips then pulled back.

He smirked, "I hate you."

Sonny nodded,"I hate you, too."

Okay, Chapter 2 complete! I have to thank Charmed for the line I borrowed from Sense and Sense Ability (Why are you laughing? This is not funny!) So that Holly Marie Combs for making the line funny enough for it to stick in my head and use. Then, thank iCarly for the last two lines. Seddie rules! So, I think I'll post this, and try to do Chapter 3. I'm hungry... oh, and since tax free weekend is coming up in August. I was told I'm being bought a laptop. That's what I was told. You'd think with my b-day on the 31 of July(*hint** hint*) that they would get it for me then. Whatever. I'm not getting my hopes up though. I've been lied to before! Oh Kym, we're just going Taco Bell! Yeah, after I get three shots, we got to the taco bell across the street from the doctors. Thank, God I'm turning 18. It's hard being the youngest of you group of 09 friends. I'm the baby!