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If you were right next to me RIGHT NOW, you could see the smile on my face that is HUGE! Like grinning from EAR to EAR literally! 15 reviews on the FIRST chapter! Well, to you AWESOME writers is like a grain of sand. But to me? It's the WORLD! Wow. I'm being very dramatic today. But really. Seriously. That is how happy your reviews make me. So here goes. Second chap.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN SONNY WITH A CHANCE. I REALLY DON'T.

First question credit to: Cbcgirl (Well, I sort of changed your question but still the same idea. I hope. Need I say more? You're just awesome!)

Sonny's POV

What does Chad Dylan Cooper choose to dedicate himself to during his free time? Any sports?

Well phrased. Simple yet confusing. Isn't that just what does Chad do in his free time? Well, whatever. A perfect complicated question for a perfectly complicated person. Not that he is perfect. He's not.

Chad doesn't have many hobbies, that's for sure. I mean, he's scared of spokes and peddles. He isn't the most athletic person I know. In fact, he's not athletic at all. He can't dribble, kick a ball, throw a ball, or aim at all. That's probably a common fact. During dodge ball charity day at the Condor Celebrity Charity Center, the So Random cast completely dominated the Mackenzie Falls cast. And we're not even good! The Mack Falls girls were scared to break their nails, the boys except for Chad were too snobby to actually throw the balls at us. As for Chad, well, he was completely cowering behind everyone while yelling whenever anyone of us threw a ball. Yelling stuff about suing us or something dramatic like that.

He starts screaming his head off. "You're dead Munroe! I'm suing you to my lawyer! You can't throw the ball THAT hard!" Then he yells more while the pathetic excuse of a throw of mine rolls slowly past him. The tiny ball stops right behind him after literally rolling. "Sonny! You almost killed me!" I start rolling my eyes then throw a very hard throw at him that causes him to scream and cover his head screaming bloody murder.

Well, that's sort of all Chad did that memorable day and sums Chad's incredible athletic ability up.

However, I do know that he plays the guitar well. Like really well. There was this one time when I almost swooned at him. But I didn't. Thank God.

*Flashback*

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"Good and goodbye!" I screamed while throwing my head back and leaving the cafeteria the opposite direction as Chad.

I swear I would kill him if I could. I could also swear he does all that to annoy me deliberately. Such a jerk.
Great.

Now I'm late to rehearsal, who's fault is it? All Chad Dylan Cooper. Completely undeniably Chad Dylan Cooper. As I was walking to the prop house to get my costume for this week's sketch, I accidently passed his majesty's dressing room. Yes accidently! I so DID NOT pass his dressing room on purpose!

Humming silently to myself, strumming of chords reach my ears. It's soft and melodious, smooth and relaxing. Well. I found myself heading towards the music's origins. Slowly, I pressed my ear against the door of….Chad Dylan Cooper.

No no no. That can't be. I didn't just find Chad Dylan Cooper's music good. That wasn't him. It couldn't be. There I was, pondering but, as much as I wanted to hide it, melting into the sweet tune I hoped was played to me.

Being completely oblivious of my surroundings, of course I didn't notice when the music stopped suddenly and the door opened, causing me to tumble into the room against my will.

"So. Who do have here? Sonny?" Chad smirked and looked at me questioningly.

I began to run all my excuses through my mind and blurted out.

"I was running with super glue and I was standing outside your dressing room to catch my breath when I accidently super glued my ear to your door." I opened my eyes wide, trying to look innocent, "It was a total accident."

I held my breath, hoping he would buy it.

"Yeah right." Or not, "I have not idea why you're here, but does someone love Chaddy a little too much?" He spoke in his little kid voice to mock my astonished expression.

"Psh. Wow. Chad. You're way too full of yourself. I mean. Really Chad, Really?" That was all I managed at the time of shock.

"Whatever. You were just in time to hear my guitar playing." He smiled and pulled me in his dressing room.
"What?" I muttered while managing my shock of him touching my arm.

"I'm going to play you a song. That I wrote. For…" He hesitated while my heartbeat hastened, "Someone special to me."

Pfft. Someone special? It could be his mom, his brother, his little sister, or goldfish for all I know.

He started strumming slowly and sang with his mesmerizing voice that caught me in mid-thought. He is good. I closed my eyes and melted into the song, once again…..

And that is my delightful experience of learning that Chad Dylan Cooper is a wonderful guitar player.

Chad Dylan Cooper is not athletic in any way, shape, or form. He works out but only because, well, there is no chance of him getting hurt seriously. I mean, he's alone. He wears shin guards and a helmet-hair free helmet to work out. However, he is an awesome guitarist. He can sing and strum like there's no tomorrow. It is pretty refreshing to see the romantic and adorable side of him.

Oh and I forgot. What happened to the rest of my flashback? None of your business. No we didn't kiss or anything. We just went back to our normal selves. Hating each other. Yup, that's right.

What is Chad Dylan Cooper's favorite food?

Oh, aside from his own cereal, energy bar, and sweets? I really don't know. He is so obsessed with himself, I really have no idea what he likes to eat. We don't really have all the time to chat about stuff that isn't about him, do we? Everything we talk about is about him. Everything we argue about is about him. Stupid obsessiveness.

Urgh. I really don't want to answer this question. I'm really sick of talking about him the entire day. And then. Guess what? I hear Chad Dylan Cooper yelling about fruits with… NICO?

This day is getting weirder and weirder.

"Hey Nico. Was that Chad?" I walked over to his dressing room and asked him.

"Yes it was. It was me. And it still is." A voice hovered above my shoulder. I turned around and shrieked softly.

There was Chad. Right behind me. His face inches away from mine. I jumped back in fright then straightened myself up and stared at him in the eye.

"So? Looking for me again, Munroe?" He said cockily and emphasizing the "again".

"I would not spend any time fighting with you because that is just dumb so leave me alone Chad." I started saying but then my question popped in mind. I know we're not allowed to ask. But who cares? No one knows anyways.

"Wait CHAD. I mean. Chad. What's your favorite food?" I hastily asked him.

"Oreos. No peanut butter. No chocolate. Plain oreos with milk." He replied matter-of-factly, and winked at me.

I almost melted right there.

Oreos. Chad loves Oreos. Plain oreos with milk.

That was pretty much all I could write while my mind was dreaming about Chad the entire time…

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