A/N: Well here's chapter one! Thanks for the reviews, guys, and sorry for the long wait!

Chapter 1

"So who's the guy?" She asked impatiently.

"Chad Dylan Cooper."

Sonny froze as realization washed over her. This was the three-named jerk that nobody could get dirt on that they were talking about. The guy that had disappeared after the season finale of Mackenzie Falls and didn't return. Sonny's mind was spinning as she thought about the assignment, the scandals, the money, but the hardest part was getting the scoop first.

"Sonny? Ms. Monroe?" Damen waved a hand in front of her face.

Sonny shook her head. "Wha- oh, yeah?"

Damen smirked at her. "If this assignment is too hard," He put emphasis on the "too hard". "Then we can find someone else to complete the task, you could resign." He cocked an eyebrow.

Sonny tensed up. She wasn't going to be defeated. "No!" She practically shouted. "I mean, I can handle this. I promise, I won't let you down." Was she really committing to this? Damen smiled.

"Fabulous! You have a month to get this secret of his or you're fired and there will be no money involved. And remember, if I don't get the whole thing, it's your ass."

Sonny nodded and walked slowly out of her boss's office. She thought about what she had done, what Damen had said.

"This guy is hard."

"His publicist is very good at hiding it."

She figured she had made a mistake, taking the job was just too hard for her. But she wanted to prove to her boss, and the whole world, that she was strong enough to break through that conceited head of his and spill the news to the press. Sonny smirked at herself and continued walking, avoiding the stares at the camera that dangled from her neck and the name tag that explained exactly what she was out to get. But this was Hollywood after all. Sonny had proved herself better than any reporter; Damien, Santiago, even Sharona. It was hard to not get stares.

Oh no, I'm as bad as Cooper, She thought to herself.

She dabbed her lips with gloss and bounced to her condo, right in the middle of the big city, the best place to get her dirt. She sat on her bed, picking up on of the many magazines that lay on the table beside her. She analyzed and studied the articles, only one or two about Cooper in each copy. She read through a previous article, one from last year's Tween Weekly.

"Chad Dylan Cooper—Retiring?! The heartthrob hottie may be quitting his career on the teen drama, Mackenzie Falls. But is this the last of Chad Dylan Cooper? Publicists and reporters say no, but he seems to say yes. Cooper has been in hiding for the last few weeks and his bodyguards are doing their job because no one has been his house lately. Will, he be gone for good?"

Sonny groaned. How was she supposed to get dirt on this guy, if nobody had heard from him for months? Her head was spinning with the overwhelming thought that she wasn't going to be able to keep her dignity as paparazzi. She fell back onto her pillow and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Sonny woke up to a small sliver of light. She looked over at her clock which read 8:27 am. She sighed, knowing she wasn't going to be able to fall asleep now. She reached at the foot of her bed and grabbed her laptop. She signed on to Sharona's gossip blog, hopping for new dirt on CDC. As she had expected, she found nothing except for the fact that they were stating the obvious and announcing that he hadn't been seen.

Yet. Sonny thought, smirking.

She got out of bed slowly and trudged down the stairs and into her kitchen. She pulled out a cereal box, only to find it empty. She groaned loudly, walking to her television set and plopping down onto the couch. She turned it on and found re-runs of Mackenzie Falls playing. She had never seen the show before, and she decided to watch it, attempting to find out why this guy was so important to everyone.

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After and hour or so of watching the show, she thought all of her brain cells had died. How could anyone have a big enough tolerance for this show to actually nominate it the best tween show? She dramatically rubbed her temples as she made her way into the kitchen to check the time; 10:03. She figured she should make herself presentable if she was every going to start on this project.

She took a shower and changed, walking down to the lobby and out the door, breathing in the warm city air. She was ready to begin her challenge.

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She scoped out almost every place in Hollywood; clubs, bars, even hotels. Nobody had seen him or heard from him. She found herself desperate, looking around the sidewalks like a lost puppy. Sonny found herself sitting on the sidewalk, quickly losing faith. She had spent a decent day looking for the mysterious three-named jerk, not even getting a "maybe" from someone.

She looked up and saw a billboard, and written in big, brown letters was, "Try the Belwood Café!" She figured she could use a latte or two to calm her nerves.

Sonny called a cab and drove towards the small coffee shop. When she reached her destination, she hesitated. Inside was a small bar and a stage where garage bands were trying their luck for fame. Sonny walked in and sat down at the bar. Next to her sat a young man, maybe only in his early twenties, with dirty blonde mop hair shooting tequila poppers. He looked familiar, but Sonny just brushed it off.

Suddenly, a little girl rushed up to him and hugged his leg, squealing.

The little girl stuttered excitedly, "You're- you're- you're…" Realization struck Sonny as she slowly finished the little girl's sentence,

"Chad Dylan Cooper."