A/N: I had no idea how you all would take to this story plot but I am thrilled with your fondness of it! I never knew it would get such a brilliant response. Thank you all so much!

"So Sonny and I will be in charge of food, decorations, and her wardrobe while you, Nico and Grady are to be in charge of passing out these," Tawni shoved about fifty red envelopes into the hands of the not-so dynamic duo.

"And we invite just our guy friends, right?" Nico asked.

"Right," Tawni nodded, "And give a few to Chad so he can invite some of his Hollywood hunks, got it?"

"Sure," Grady nodded, "But in order to give some of these to him, will we actually have to converse with him?"

"Of course!" Tawni scoffed, "It's just Chad. It isn't like he is going to bite off your heads or anything and if he does, that's the reason I am sending both of you. There is safety in numbers, boys," Tawni reminded them.

Nico and Grady looked towards each other with uncertainty. Sonny was just as uneasy. The more Tawni gushed over her party, the more uncomfortable she felt. For some reason the most of her worry was due to Chad's awareness of how pathetic she was. He would never let it go that she had to throw a party to meet guys.

"Sonny," Tawni rolled her eyes, "These two are completely incompetent of doing anything right. Please take these to Chad, alright?"

Sonny's heart fell to her stomach, "You…you want me to take these to Chad?" She asked.

"Well, yes," Tawni nodded, "Now shoo!"

Sonny grabbed the invites from Nico and made her way down the hall. She began to absent-mindedly count the number of red envelopes – twenty-three. Did Chad even know twenty-two cute guys? Come to think of it, the only guy Sonny had seen Chad with was James. The very name of James sent a disgusted shiver up her spine. He better not show up but then again, Sonny assumed Chad knew better than to invite the two-timing womanizer.

But then again, it was Chad. Sonny rolled her eyes and was compulsively organizing the envelopes when she ran into someone. She looked up, embarrassed only to realize her victim was the very own Chad Dylan Cooper.

"Speak of the devil," Sonny mustered a smile, "Hi, Chad."

"Watch where you're walking, Munroe. I have a huge scene to film in about an hour and I cannot risk any malfunction with this appearance. I mean, just look at me! Portlyn will be crawling on her knees begging me to take her back and I will because despite the fact that she cheated on me with that traveling circus clown back in season four…"

"Chad," Sonny raised an impatient hand, "Too much information. But I am supposed to give you these," she handed him the red envelopes.

"What's this?" Chad asked, seemingly annoyed.

"Invitations."

"Invitations to what?" His brow creased with worry as Sonny's cheeks flamed with mortification.

"Um…Tawni wants me to have a party. I am supposed to give you these invitations."

"Why so many?" Chad asked, "Am I that awesome that I needed twenty initiations?"

"Twenty-three, actually," Sonny corrected, "And you are supposed to invite some of you cute guy friends and only cute guy friends."

"Can Portlyn come?" Chad asked.

"Is she a hot guy?" Sonny asked.

"No – but in season three we realized that she had a brother that was…"

"Again," Sonny held up her hand, "Too much information. Anyways, you are only supposed to invite guys."

"Then what girls will be there?" Chad asked.

"Well, Tawni…and me," Sonny blushed.

"You and Tawni and that's it?" Chad laughed, "I wasn't even going to go to your stupid party but now if you two do-do birds are the only girls there, I definitely am not interested."

"But Chad, you're the only one who might know some cute guys," Sonny pleaded.

"What?" Chad laughed, "I don't get it. What kind of party is this?"

"I was hoping you wouldn't ask," Sonny lowered her gaze, "It's really embarrassing."

"Oh, tell me!" He begged, "Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! I love embarrassment, especially when it involves you."

"Gee, thanks," Sonny rolled her eyes, "Anyways, I suppose you'd find out eventually. You see, Tawni wants me to get a boyfriend and she wants to throw me a party in order for me to meet guys."

"What?" Chad bursted out laughing, "Do you realize how pathetic that is?"

"Yes," Sonny sighed, "Believe me I know. I am not too happy about it either. I don't need a boyfriend but she wants me to have one for some dumb reason…"

"Wait, have you ever had a boyfriend?" Chad asked.

"Well, if you count James…"

"I don't."

"Then no," Sonny bit her lower lip, "How sad is that?"

"Extremely," Chad snorted.

"Will you be there?" Sonny asked, her voice almost begging for some reason she couldn't explain.

"I wouldn't be caught dead there, Munroe. But I must wish you good luck on your speed-date."

"It isn't a speed-date!" Sonny objected.

"You go to a party, meet several guys all at once, and pick one. What's your definition of a speed-date, Sonny?"

She didn't really know what to say to that.

"Hey," Chad lifted her chin up with his index finger, "Don't be so sad. I mean, we all can't have the looks or the popularity as someone like, well, me."

And with that, he turned, leaving her standing alone in the hallway with twenty-three of the invitations. It was amazing how Chad had the power to hurt her so terribly and yet also make her feel like the most special girl in the world. He was bipolar in his relationship with her – if you could even call it a relationship.

Sonny silently walked back to the dressing room, clutching the red envelopes tightly. She would go to that party and she wouldn't complain, she would go and she would meet a cute guy who knew how to treat her, a guy the opposite of Chad.

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"Wait, what do you mean he said no?" Tawni demanded.

"He said I was pathetic and told me I didn't have the looks or the popularity," Sonny admitted.

"How dare he!" Tawni shouted, "Who is he to say such a horrible thing!"

"Tawni," Sonny reminded her, "You tell me that all the time."

"But he's Chad! He can't do that! Well fine, if he is going to be such a jerk, I don't want him at your party anyways! He is completely uninvited now!"

"Tawni, he knew all the cute guys, though."

"You're right. Without him we only have," she turned to Nico and Grady, "them," Tawni shuttered, "And who knows who they will invite."

"If they bring the janitor…" Sonny's voice was full of warning.

"Don't worry," Tawni sighed, "Do you want to me to go and talk things out with Chad?"

"No," Sonny shook her head, "I don't want him to come."

"Alright," Tawni bit her lower lip, "Don't worry, you'll have a great time tomorrow! I have a dress picked out for you and everything and we bought you makeup earlier so you're covered. You will look almost as pretty as me, I promise you!"

"Gee, thanks," Sonny rolled her eyes.

"Don't worry, you'll knock them dead," Tawni patted Sonny on the shoulder before walking out to go buy decorations. Nico and Grady also excused themselves and Sonny was left alone.

She dug her phone from her pocket and called the number she had memorized so well.

"Hello?"

"Chad?"

"Sonny?"

"I just wanted to let you know, I have more going for me than you give me credit for! And I promise you, Chad Dylan Cooper, you are going to regret not being there tomorrow."

"Well, I might be able to make time…"

"No," Sonny interrupted, "You are uninvited, too bad really."

"Well have fun tomorrow night," Chad said honestly.

"Thank you."

"And Sonny?"

"Yeah?"

"I know what you have going for you and it's a lot."

Sonny was about to say something only to find when she spoke into the phone, he had already hung up.