Hey, I'm back!! I actually really liked the idea of the story so much, that I couldn't help but add more!! Thank you so much to those who liked it:

Cocosunshine23, BoulderGirl1059, Mintystar67, Sonny days, BehindTheRedCurtain, FriendOfTheFallen-x, ChannyFan4ever, .jesus.

Thanks for the reviews and alerts and favorites! And I love the idea of an evil cousin Sonny days, thanks for the idea (:

Disclaimer: Does it look like I own Sonny With A Chance? I don't, if I did, I'd be at the live audience taping already.

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Home Is Where The Heart Is

-My Evil Cousin, Daisy-

As you can obviously tell, there wasn't much welcoming to me coming back. We all stood out there for a about a minute, dumbfounded, wondering what do we do? Chad was the first to speak, "Did like, an animal do this?" What kind of question was that?!

"Yeah Chad, it's the cows, they're revolting against us." I snapped at him dryly. I felt terrible for my sister who was still crying about Mittens, the cute little tabby she'd had for three years.

"Kids, go inside, you have to get up early for tomorrow. I'll clean up the mess." My dad ushered us inside (most likely because Tawni was about to throw up, her face was turning a dire shade of green).

We all went upstairs as we were told, but I couldn't sleep like the others, I just couldn't. I wasn't queasy or weak-stomached, (trust me, I've seen cows and pigs and chickens get slaughtered, I live on a ranch). The message, it said Welcome Back not Welcome to Wisconsin, so I was guessing it was aimed towards me. Though I don't know why, no one in Mason hates me enough to kill a defenseless cat, sure there were bullies that I left behind at the high school, but they didn't despise me like that. I refused to sleep, I didn't think I could. But as soon as I closed my eyes, I fell like a stone and slept like a rock.

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I woke up as told at five, and woke Tawni, Chad, Nico, Zora, and Grady (I think you get the point though, I was with a bunch of Hollywood bred actors and actresses who loved their sleep). After a breakfast of eggs and hash browns, we all went to do our work. I brought my group to the shed with all of the rigs (or jeeps for you city folk) and revved up the engine.

"Ewe," Tawni complained, sniffing the air, "this car smells like cow." That's what you get when you live in my ranch. She was actually wearing work-friendly clothes, worn down jeans, and a loose, ratty, old t-shirt. Amazingly, so were Chad and Devon, (who Tawni was staring at with the dreamiest look on her face).

"It's not a car, Tawni, it's a rig." I corrected her, and she shrugged, going back to staring at Devon. We started checking the fences at the base of the mountain. "That' strange," I started, "the fence looks like a rig ran over it, that or deer learned how to drive."

"Well, maybe it's the person who killed the cat." Devon offered as he was getting the wooden pickets from the back of the rig with Chad helping him, and Tawni grabbed the hammers and drills. "You should probably tell your dad after we finish checking the fences." He added.

"Uh huh." I replied absentmindedly, and began to work, evening the pickets and steadying it for Tawni, Chad, and Devon. We repeated this process for hours until my stomach began to growl. I checked the walkie-talkie and saw it was two o'clock. "Well, guys, I think it's time to eat". We drove in an awkward silence, well except for me growling at Chad who kept poking my neck from the open space in the driver's seat. As we walked from the barnyard, we caught up with the rest of the group, (Grady and Penelope had grass and twigs and vines and leaves, Nico and Portlyn had white spots from the milk on thier jeans and bruises from the pesky kicking cows, and Trevor and Zora had yolk and feathers all over them)

"I smell, evil." Zora said in a, queer, voice. The same one she used whenever she felt Dakota's presence near her.

"Zora, Dakota's back in Hollywood," I informed her as we walked into the house, "and unless she decided to stalk Chad—" I stopped dead in my tracks, and saw it, my scary evil cousin, Daisy Munroe, "You were right Zora, there is evil". I whispered out, and Chad had an amused look on his face from the terrified look on my face.

"Hey Sonny, what's up?" Daisy asked in her childish seven-year-old voice. If you thought Dakota was evil, then gosh golly, you've never met Daisy! The only people who knew she was evil were Serena and me. Stella thought we were all crazy, but I knew we weren't, (I mean seriously, doesn't everybody have a crazy, evil cousin that practically wants them dead?!)

"H-h-hey Daisy how's my f-favorite cousin?" I stuttered out (lies, so many lies). Then I realized something:

I was having a mental breakdown. I was mentally yelling at myself and stuttering on about an evil seven-year-old named Daisy. ". . . I like cows, do you?" I heard her ask someone, and turned to see her (flirting?!) with Chad, who seemed very uncomfortable.

"Naturally the only Munroe who can't resist me is a little kid. Do I have some scent that attracts little girls?" Chad asked us, (hey, now it wasn't just me who was going crazy).

"No," Tawni began taking her eyes off of Devon, "but you do tend to attract crazies." She smirked and went back to staring (more like obsessing) over Devon, who was completely oblivious to Tawni's wishful thoughts.

"What is that supposed to mean you old lady?" Daisy asked getting up close to Tawni, (here comes the psycho), "You did not just insult Chad Dylan Cooper."

"Daisy, calm down sweetie, don't get all crazy on us now." I cooed to her, but she just bit my hand, "Ouch!"

"I'm the crazy old lady? You're the one who say's Pooper's name like he's some kind of God!" Tawni crouched down to Daisy's height, challenging her.

"You're arguing with a little kid Tawni, you know that right?" Chad asked laughing at her 'foolishness'.

Tawni stood up again and faced Chad, "Oh please, like you and Sonny are any better, screaming at each other every other second!" Daisy gasped and looked at me.

"You're friends with Chad Dylan Cooper?" There she goes with the name again, "All Stella tells me is that you rant about how annoying Chadis." That does not make me friends with the egotistical head jerk of jerkoslivakia!

"What's going on in here?" We heard a whispering voice ask from behind us. I turned to see my sister with her fiancé.

"They were just introducing me to Chad." Daisy said in her fake sweet voice, saying 'Chad' as if it were just a random person, (see I told you she was evil, but Stella never listens!)

"Hey you guys, I think you've worked enough for today, why don't you go get washed up and I'll have Betsy make you guys some lunch? Then we can go into town and get some stock and introduce you to everyone." Stella ushered us, (though I think when she said "washed up", she really meant the others you looked horrible). I was about to go up when I heard a, "Sonny can you come down here for a minute?" I sighed and retraced my steps to face my sister.

"Sonny about last night, I don't want you to mention that to anybody in this town. Not Lucy or Shelly or Mr. Grove, okay?" She asked (more like demanded) me. I nodded, knowing I wouldn't tell my best friends. I went back to my room, closed to door and got washed up.

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Lucy, Shelly, and I were the best of friends before I moved to Hollywood. We'd met when we were in diapers, and even then we were best friends, (and I have the baby pictures to prove it). We'd stuck together through small and tall, thick and thin, it was just hard to imagine life without them, though I'd managed half a year. I still called them twice a week to check up on them, and the text messaged me about fifty-million times a day, talking about our strange hairdresser, or the town crazy.

Mr. Grove was the owner of the town's flower shop. Every day after school, he'd let us plant petunias and lilacs in his greenhouse, and sneak us leftover chocolate hearts after every Valentine's Day was over. During the summer we'd all sit together on the porch during the sunset, watching the heat waves rise from the ground, sipping our canteens of lemonade. During the summer, Mr. Grove liked to make homemade ice cream, (his chocolate chip cookie dough being the best) and served us large bowls of it with his handmade jimmies (A/N: those are sprinkles for you non-New England natives). He was a widower, so he was lonely a lot, and when we spent time with him, we were filling the void in his life, the emptiness, and replacing it with happy summers, and after school planting.

I put my warm thoughts aside as I got the kitchen organized, our lunch had consisted of cold chicken sandwiches, with mayonnaise and barbecue chips. I began drinking an ice cold bottle of water in the kitchen after cleaning. Everyone was outside waiting for me to finish, I heard footsteps come in behind me. I turned only to see Chad, "What do you want?" I asked him, he ruined my perfect solitude.

"You're taking forever, Sonny, what the heck do you do when you clean? Some kind of ritual?" I raised my eyebrows at him, "Fine, I came for something else too."

"What do you want?" I asked again.

"You know, thinking back on what Daisy said, she mentioned something about you rambling on about me." I was about to defend myself, but Chad put a finger to my lips, "I was just wondering, why you can talk about me without a care, but you can't talk to me? I mean, you refused to look me in the eyes during the week I guest starred, and then I realized something." Oh no, "You're afraid to kiss me." Oh gosh, is that what he thought?

"Chad, you're ego is bigger then I ever even could have imagined. If you think I'm afraid to kiss you I'm not, I just don't want to kiss you. I don't like you, I can't stand you, you're like the—".

"Just prove it to me then." Chad smirked, and sadly, I wasn't one to turn down a bet, (HELP ME!). I nodded and leaned it, then my conscious hit me, don't do it Sonny, don't do it!! So I looked at my water bottle and poured all of it on his head, and leaned away. I smirked back his cold, piercing, smirk. "You little rat!" He yelled at me.

"Let's go Chad, they're waiting for us." I laughed and he followed me outside.

"Finally, what took you guys so long?" Penelope asked, and looked at Chad, "Why are you wet?"

"Sonny's a cheater, don't ever listen to her." He glared at me.

"C'mon guys, let's go get in the rigs." Stella commanded us, with Serena holding her hand.

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As I got out of my rig with Tawni, Zora, Nico, and Grady, in the center of town, I heard two loud voices screeching "SONNY!" I turned to see Shelly and Lucy running at me at full speed. When they reached me the started squealing and hugged me. "Hey, guys, what's up?"

"It's been forever, Sonny! How are you?" Shelly asked, her long blonde ponytail bobbing up and down as she jumped around excitedly, her brown eyes taking in my cast and the cast of Mackenzie Falls, as soon as she saw Chad she stopped jumping, and glared at him unwelcomingly. "I can't believe how much of a jerk he really is, who would have thought the heartthrob was a jerkthrob?" She shook her head in disapproval.

"Sonny, do you enjoy having every girl in America hate me?" Chad asked in annoyance.

"Yeah, pretty much." I turned back to my best friends, and saw 'it'. "Guys, is that who I think it is?" They turned to see snotty Missy Holbrook walk through town, her light orange hair gleaming in the sun, with her blonde haired, green eyed sidekicks by her side. Coral and Callie Marlin had been Missy's partner in crime for as long as I could remember. And that was a long, long time. "I thought she went to her grandparents house in Paris during the summer."

"Yeah, but this year her daddy wants her to stay home and 'connect' with the town." Lucy said air quoting "connect".

"You have enemies in Wisconsin?" Zora asked incredulously, "You're always so happy and sunny, I assumed everyone loved you." She looked at the cast of Mackenzie Falls, "Well, almost everyone."

"Yeah, Missy Holbrook and Coral and Callie Marlin have hated our guts since preschool when Shelly took the last big cookie at the snack table." I reminisced.

"Okay, guys, Woody and I have to go and get the stock, you guys go, do whatever you want." Stella said interrupting us. I motioned for everyone to follow me, and put my thoughts of Missy aside.

"I want you guys to meet someone." I told everybody, and Shelly and Lucy automatically knew who I meant. Lucy began talking and catching up with Tawni, while Shelly, Zora, and I discussed our favorite vacation spots (I have honestly no idea how that conversation started). When I stepped into the greenhouse, memories of colored chocolate hearts, and water fights began to overwhelm me. I smiled to myself and looked at the non-Wisconsin natives, "This is wear I spent half of my childhood." I declared.

"Sonny is that you?" I heard Mr. Grove ask from the back.

"Mr. Grove, oh my gosh, hi!" I squealed, hugging the now fifty-year-old man.

"Yeah, it's definitely Sonny." I heard Shelly giggle out to Tawni and Lucy and Zora.

"It's been too long Sonny. I've watched every episode of your television show like I promised though, you've always been a funny one." He said, adjusting his glasses, "Is that the cast of Mackenzie Falls, the ones Lucy and Shelly say you can't stand?" He asked, squinting at the polished cast.

"Yeah, that's them." I said dryly.

"Ah, yes, Mackenzie Falls, that show is highly overrated, with all the drama and the angst, their acting is quite hilarious though." He commented, and my cast and I laughed, while the dramatics glared on at us.

"You guys should get going though, I'm sure you want to visit more places besides an old greenhouse. I'll come over for dinner one day, alright Sonny?" He asked, and I nodded hugging him once more. We all waved goodbye (Mackenzie Falls only did because I stepped on Chad's foot).

"Now that we're done with that, where do you guys want to go now?" Before anyone could respond, I bumped into someone and fell backwards, bringing them with me. "I am so, so, so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" I began, as I got up, then I saw Missy with an angry look on her face.

"Sonny, what are you doing here?! Aren't you supposed to be on some sketch comedy—oh my gosh, it's Chad Dylan Cooper!" She screamed, (it all makes sense now, the people I like hate Chad, and people I hate, love Chad).

"Now, there's a reaction to expect from someone, Sonny." He said, aiming the conversation towards me, "Not pouring water on someone's head."

"Well I'm sorry if you're a jerk all the time." I shot back, and was pushed by Missy.

"Don't listen to her Chad, she's stupid." Missy said dreamily, staring at Chad like Tawni was staring at Devon (who was still completely oblivious).

"Um, okay?" Chad asked confusingly, looking at me, (I was on the ground with my jaw dropped). "Are you okay Sonny?" He asked (why did he care, he hated me?).

"Happy dandy, Chad, how bout you?" I growled at him. Naturally, because of him, Missy had managed to already hurt me.

"Hey look, Misty—"

"It's Missy."

"I don't care, knowing your name would take time, and effort, that of which I don't have. I have to go back to the car thing, whatever Sonny calls it." He said awkwardly, pushing a clingy Missy and her posse away.

"Okay then," I started, "let's go gang." We all walked to the rig, and just as I was about to hug Shelly and Lucy goodbye, I stopped dead in my tracks. All of our rigs had been trashed, covered with red paint, and rocks through the windows. Then when a looked at the top of the rig, I realized that it wasn't paint, it was blood. A headless deer was on the top of my rig, with a large sign saying "Get out you Hollywood trash!!"

"Sonny, someone wants us gone." Portlyn spoke up, staring in disgust at the rig.

Someone wanted us all gone.

Someone wanted me gone.

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Did you like it? I thought some parts were kind of boring drabble, but I wanted to introduce Mr. Grove, Missy, Callie, Coral, and Daisy in one chapter, along with Chad and Sonny. Which is a handful, but I did it in thirteen pages! Thanks for reading, review please!