Chad's running scene from his table is based off of the "walk a mile" promo before I knew I knew why he actually randomly jumped from his table.

Disclaimer: Don't own Disney. Or klcthenerd's 'uncliche the cliché' challenge to me about when the girl falls and a guy catches her and they stare into each other's eyes. Or Campbell soup's catchphrase, or puns to "America's Top Model", Demi Lovato's "Gift of a Friend". Ooh! Or the "394" pun from Harry Potter and the Prison of Azkaban! My brother and I have this joke: "Turn to page 394...do it...do it NOW!" "What page?" "394!" "How old's your mother?" "394!"

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Special thanks to lifeisveryshortsoami for helping me create the scene when Chad enters the Prop House for the third time before taking Sonny out of the room and ALSO helping me seek stuff when I barely have internet. Poor girl's been forcing me to update since months ago, haha. And also to MusicFreak-Sonny for letting me borrow her random idea of Nico and Grady chasing down Aliens who're actually MF fans.


Please check out lifeisveryshortsoami and my story on FF called "The Legend of Candy Face Unabridged"--the actual episode of "The Legend Of Candy Face" which aired May 2.


DON'T FORGET! "Falling For the Falls part 1" is apparently airing on JUNE 13! Remember, whenever "FALLS" is shown like on a MacKenzie Falls poster, or someone says 'Falls', you are SPRAYING YOURSELF OR SOMEONE AROUND YOU WITH A WATER BOTTLE! Once Disney confirms showing this on their schedule though, I will send out notices and reminders for all participants who told me earlier in the year that they were interested! It's not too late to tell me if you're interested in doing so so I can add you to the list!


Also, incase my next update somehow comes after the episode when Chad and Sonny's relationship is exposed to the public, that, in my world, is when the OFFICIAL CHANNY DAY is. In my sense, "Channy" is a fan amalgamation between Chad and Sonny, given to them by the fans. So when the fans in THEIR world sees "Channy" has happened, that's when I'll count it!

Contest: Chad calls Nico and Grady names. Where did those names come from? I already have a winner for this but in my world, there's no such thing as only one winner!


Please listen to either the SWAC theme song instrumental OR the "Say" instrumental (by John Mayer), but ONLY when I say so!


Little Dakota Condor swung her feet childishly—she knew the motion won the hearts of millions—as she sat at the stretched-out furnished dining table, elaborated with polished china and many lit-up scented candles. The lighting of the room was quite dim as the large windows shined no light, the rain and clouds, thunder and lightning creating a very drafty atmosphere. Quietly munching on a loaf of home-baked pound cake, Dakota reached for her crystal glass of OJ when she yelled.

"NANNY!" the little child shrieked as a frantic wimble old English woman ran in. It was as if the teapot from Beauty and the Beast was present, flesh and blood.
"Yes, Ms. Condor!"

Haughtily with her nose in the air, Dakota prudently spoke. "Where's Daddy?"
"Yes, well," Nanny humbly said, a cheer in her voice as she used the feather duster to start swiping the furniture alongside the cherrywood table. Nodding in approval at how the light made the table gleam so, the woman began to straighten Dakota's bow in her hair. "Master Condor is working out some legal manners, dear, before he has his morning meal."

Grumbling about how today's morning ritual was no less other than what she expected, Dakota continued munching on the slice. Quiet minutes echoed on, chiming around the spacious mansion, in harmony to the screams of the pitter-pattering rain. Heavy footsteps were heard off of the hardwood spiral staircase. Sensing Master Condor's entrance at any moment, both the Nanny and the Butler stood in orderly fashion, back straight against the wall in respect. Appropriately, Condor walked in, suit and tie, as he nodded at them both to take leave. Spying his daughter at the table, he briefly smiled, walking over to her.

"Hello Darling," he kissed her on the top of the head before taking his seat at the head of the table.

"Hi Daddy. You're late."

Father gave a tired sigh as the maid—whose fingers ached from being forced to color so hard—prepared his morning plate for him. "Well, Daddy had some important stuff to deal with," he addressed as the clank of silverware concluded his statement. The two began to silently eat.

"Dear," Mr. Condor patted his mouth clean with the golden cloth as he motioned the poignant fray butler with white wispy hair to pour some tea, "you didn't like waking up at 4am when that phone call rang, did you?" he said studiously.

Gulping her last bit of orange juice, the girl huffed, crossing her arms. "No. No, I did not."

"Yes, well," the head of the studios muttered, waving the newspaper straight as he opened to the entertainment section for any mention of his shows and critics, "Daddy's going to hunt and trace down the much despicable prank-caller."

Scooping up the used plates and utensils on his tray, the Butler's eyes grew curious, turning from Mr. Condor to a sleek black hotline phone that sat on a marble pillar in the middle of a large clearway. "Is something wrong, sir?" Quaintly as Mr. Condor stood up, the butler quickly guided the sir's arms inside his Monday's suit jacket.

"Yes, Woodford," the man gave a stern glance as the two walked towards the wooden framed glass doors with Nanna smothering affectionately as she gave the fidgeting Dakota her backpack, "At 4am this morning, Dakota received a phone call directly to the extension in her bedroom and then to mine."

Woodford gasped, holding the door for everyone before rushing out to continue his conversation. "Goodness, it didn't ring through the downstairs central phone? I would had surely answered and put a stop to it. Was the message indecent or incriminating?"

As Woodford then closed the mansion's grand cherry doors with stained windows for the Condors after the Nanny had stepped out, Mr. Condor continued. "You see, my man, first they "pretended" to call for an audition for an American's Not Model—" his eyes sharpened a bit as an afterthought, "the prank-caller had quite a distinguished British, Chinese, and....a Master Yoda dialect." Finding his men to all scoff and shake their heads, Condor resumed in frustration. "Then they dis-merit me, claiming I work at a filthy Chinese restaurant."

Rushing ahead to be near Mr. Condor, trying to pass his briefcase over to him as fast as her pudgy nimble legs would car her, the Nanny patted the man's arms generously.

"Perhaps they were some kids at a sleepover meaning no harm," she soothed, trying to help Dakota put her arms in when the little girl yanked the elderly woman down to her height.

"Don't make Daddy fire you!" she clenched her teeth before dropping it, beaming off sweetness and releasing her death-grip.

With their daily goodbyes being said and reminders of their jobs for the days, the Condors calmly walked as Woodford went up ahead to open the passenger car seat doors. Dakota looked up, her eyelids flapping shut by instinct as she felt raindrop drizzles whizz on past her cheek. Flashing open, a chill grew over her, hugging her jacket closer to her as she wrinkled at the horrible weather no doubt would be played all day. Furious winds swirled like little mischievous spirits, circling and trapping innocent leaves and dirt.

Jumping by the intrusion to her thoughts, Dakota stepped into the car first as her father answered his cell phone. She watched him curiously but bothered no further when he stood just outside the car to talk.

"Who is this? Speak!"

Pressing the mobile closer to his ears, Condor snorted as he heard static, not even a breath. "I command you to talk—"

"Oh," a breezy male's voice chuckled heavily, interrupting. The chuckle in his voice made Mr. Condor's skin crawl with a foreign feeling. What was it? He couldn't recognize the voice, couldn't trace it. Not another prank call, I hope. "After you hear what I have to say, no longer will you be controlling the shots here."

Mr. Condor stood quiet, his eyes glancing at his daughter really fast for brief unconscious assurance. "What do you want?" Condor's tone saturated with dread. Favor today was not in his position.

"Ha..." the man sighed out airily, "just for you to listen."

Just a few mere minutes had passed and Dakota's eyes snapped to her father's sight glaring. "We're getting late!" she whined, trying hard to conceal her impatience when she took a double-take. There was tension in her daddy's face; the usual gleam and smugness on his face was now hidden somewhere deep within his face. His face...was frozen, almost warped into grayish stone. Something wasn't right.

"I've uncovered extremely exclusive footage—" Condor could just hear the snide smile personify into a movement with sound-waves.

"I'm sorry, that's not in my interest—" Condor stated firmly on his cell when the mysterious caller interrupted yet again.

"I know who your prank-caller is. The one who can ruin your life oh so easily. He's a star of yours. And he's in this quite a lot."

Condor's attention was immediately turned towards the all-knowing tipper. There was no way out of this—he no longer held the strings of the situation.

"What is your proposition?" Condor's voice tried being firm, prideful. His voice cracked.

"Fire him."

~*~
Sometimes You think You'll Be Fine by Yourself
Cause a Dream is a Wish You Make all alone
~*~

Humming to herself, Tawni spiritedly flipped through the pages of the latest issue of Tween Weekly. Her scrunched nose was just inches away from the trendiest accessory of the month—picture that is. Tossing the solid hair curl over her shoulder, she breathed in deeply as she looked around the empty Commissary. Coming after the busy times of the day was what she specifically enjoyed about Tawni Time!

"Tawni Time!" The teen voiced the thought out loud, giggling as she munched on a caramelized strawberry—hey, she may not have ALL the perks but the few she has, she treasured. "Noun. To give Tawni Hart her needed leisure time to spend getting—WHOA!" She jumped, jaw-dropped and jerked to the side as Sonny dashed madly in beside her, out of breath.

"Get back here, Sonny!" Chad roared in an almost whine, jerking to a stop as he stood near the boundaries between the Commissary and the hallway. There was no reason for him to get out into the open for the world to see him chasing a girl. As Sonny laughed in his face and waved the papers in her hand, he was just reminded that yes, yes there is. But Chad Dylan Cooper did not chase girls—they chased him. Looking to see who he'd be embarrassing himself in front of today, restrictions on his rep dismembered as he saw only Blondie watching in horror as to what the two were doing during her Tawni Time.

"Haha!" Quickly, Chad's mind was focused back to his current mission as he saw Sonny eagerly and childishly spit raspberries towards his general direction, wiggling her fingers from out of her ears as she currently uncovered herself from behind the salad counter.

"Give me the script!" Chad yelled.

"Never!" Sonny roared in pirate way, slashing a whole carrot in the air before swinging it at Chad, right as he ran towards her.

He ducked as the flying vegetable targeted him. "Ah, hey! Watch it!" Quickly having the orange item bounce off the star's flash-action ninja moves, he tried aggregating his emotions to form a scorn no matter how he wanted to desperately laugh at Sonny's giggle. Grunting, his hand whipped forward, grazing Sonny's arm, trying to reach her loosely-held script—his script. Usually he cared for none of the secrecy of the scripts' content—millions of fans globally did, but not he—but this script was different. It would make history for all MacKloe lovers, and would probably result into a worldwide pandemonium of cheers, squeals, tears of joy, tweets on Twitter, obsessiveness, the usual. If anyone where to found a leak of this future episode, it would ruin it for millions. It could had been with him—he would had for sure safeguard its secrets, or even give it to one of the extras. Or the mailman, the lunch lady, Murphy, heck, even Dakota—who'd believe a 9 year old anyway? But in the hands of a girl so perky, so bubbly and happy, unable to bite her tongue, who could talk hours and hours and hours...season 5's most prized episode's fate was now detrimental. With this in mind, Chad leapt—literally—at the annoying flaming ball of sunshine as she stood within some feet.

"GOTCHA!" He cheered, struggling to cuff his hands around the other to trap her fidgeting body in when

"Umph!"

"Haha!" Sonny declared victory, her laughing booming within the cafeteria as she pointed and laughed after having jerked her elbow into the Chabs, and escaping his clutch. Running back towards the lunch tables, the two faced each other in intimidation as they shifted hastily from side to side, being each other's mirror reaction. In a strange way, it was a symmetrical dance of a frenzy distress between two lovers.

Just then, Sonny stopped, and began flipping the pages of the script curiously. Her lit cheery eyes wildly raced across each page to uncover any leaks, looking from the paper in her hands to her distance between Chad, walking fast in a circle around the table with Chad straining to get around to her at a quick enough speed. A smile played at her lips.

"MacKenzie Falls #516," she narrated sophistically as Chad's face grew red, his arms flying around wildly to stop Sonny, "'Confessions of a teenage Million-heir in love'. Awh! You're gonna confess to Chloe? That's so sweet! Finally!" she gushed right when Chad shook, hectically looking from side to side to make sure no one's ears nor other body parts heard that. Had any outrageous fan heard that uncovered MF confidential secret, they could had easily leaked it to others. By finding out everything illegally and early, fans could actually ruin the business of the show.

Pursing his lips at Sonny's explosion of a grin, Chad barked, seething in impatience. "I mean it, Sonny!" Tiresome of their game of going around in circles, Chad then shoved the table off to the side, forcing open space between the thief and himself. With a look of awe from finally gaining the knowledge that these tables could move, Sonny froze on spot, her belt loop stuck to the hook of the run-away table. Within seconds, Chad tackled Sonny, bombarding her with his lean force.

"Give it!"

"No!"

The two struggled, Chad's arms wrapped tightly around Sonny unromantically. With its pages crinkled from the sweat of Sonny's palm and the pull from Chad's fingers the script continued to shake violently, only to be in the hands of its master who could...rip it apart!

"Umph!" Chad grunted, taking a blow by Sonny's elbow jabbing into his stomach yet again. As soon as she was a notable distance away, she laughed tantalizing, pointing.

"Guys," Tawni sighed growing irritable. "Stop flirting and leave me to my—AHH!" she ducked down as Chad jumped onto her table, quickly leaping off towards the startled Sonny.

As she turned to make a run for it, her foot lost all friction, slipping on the "experiment" Nico and Grady tried performing that morning, going on about aliens in Hollywood running amuck. The boys were sure the oiled slick on the floor would disintegrate the the life force of the aliens somehow.

Making a quick note to slap those boys silly, Sonny fought to stay up on her legs as they continued to topple back and forth like gelatin. "Woah-w-whoa!" she called out, her eyes widened, preparing herself for a fall when she felt arms quickly wrap around her.

Feeling stable and gravity on her side once more, Sonny's eyes slowly made their way to glance into the sparkling Caribbean ocean watery eyes of Chad. All time was stalled, like they always did in the corny romance movies where the guy always caught the girl falling. Always.

Slowly, Chad's lips tugged into smile, melting Sonny's already-softened heart to mush. Her senses were so tuned in onto Chad's facial features and touch, she paid no attention to the now battle-worn MF script delicately sliding out of her grasp. And just when Chad's smile shined the biggest and brightest Sonny has ever seen...

"Ouch!" he dropped her, letting her rear thud harshly onto the oiled tile as he smuggly fanned himself with the script.

"Learn how to walk, Munroe, gosh. Peace out, sucka! Wha-hah!" he flashed off a sideways V sign with his hands, then exaggerated out the room running. As Sonny stared awestruck at him, she lightened up, her lips curling into an unwanted smile, shaking her head. "Man, has my sleepover done wonders for him!"

~*~
Its Easy to Feel Like You Don't Need Help
But Its Harder To Walk On Your Own
~*~

~*~ Please listen to EITHER the "Say" instrumental: http : // www. Youtube. Com / watch?v=I6buH7sRcok

OR

"So Far So Great" instrumental: http : // www. Youtube. Com / watch? V =_R1sZSQboQA

Almost in a strut-like way, Chad walked down the halls—the longest way possible to his set. With quick glances forward, he was hoping to catch a sight of any Random really.

First stop, as usual, was the girls' dressing room. His day honestly wasn't complete unless he got to make fun of his "rivals" within their own territory.

With hands in pocket, Chad strolled on by towards the hallway that led to Stage 3. With the occasional eye to search for a particular exploding ball of sunshine, Chad saw Zora up ahead, standing on her tippy toes, standing on a make-shift pile of all strange items to give her a boost. She continued to whack the broom nonstop towards the higher ledge above, grunting.

"He-hey, Zora," Chad kept caution, forcing an uneasy smile as she saw Zora's actions with the broom growing wilder and wilder. He then gaped upward to see what she was trying to do. She waved him off in annoyance as she determined to continue whacking. "What are you doing?" he suspiciously called out slowly.

"I'm...eugh...trying to get that...erm...mouse trap ...grr!..from...up...erm, there." she grunted, her leering eyes never leaving the sight. With a double open and close of the mouth, Chad smiled discreetly.

"Hey, let me see that." Now suspicious of Chad's helpful behavior, Zora's eyes narrowed as she passed the broom over. "You just gotta..." he jumped, reaching his broom out to a very narrow angle in conjunction with the ledge, "push this at a different angle," he strained to continued whacking after hearing slight movement from the mouse trap, "creating maximum...egh, torque...so it can bounce back and..." both heads sharply dropped in awe as they watched the trap fall before Chad gave a smart tug on his neck collar, radiating a self-satisfied grin. "Voila Mademoiselle Pipsqueak," he spoke sardonically in a French accent, nudging the girl whose lips were sealed tight to prison the giggle within, "that's how you get 'er done." That last bit was redneck.

"Thanks Chad!" Zora marveled as she grabbed the device and started feverishly bouncing. Chad's smug lightened into a lighthearted chuckle.

"Finally trying to get that rat in the photo-booth?" he chuckled curious when the zany girl wrinkled her nose.

"Oh please! That's cruel!" As Chad nodded in agreement, pursing his lips, Zora manically grinned. "No, I'm gonna cut Tawni's fingernails with this!" With eyes widened in horror, Chad jaw-dropped as Zora exuberantly skipped away. "Hey Tawni!" she yelled off into the distance. "I'll cut your nails for you!"

Looking to make sure no one saw his connections with such a heinous crime, Chad scampered as quickly as possible, running in the opposite direction with a look of panic across his face.

And so started the "So Random!" montage which Chad was sure he could hear cheesy music playing in his own personal soundtrack. He couldn't get rid of a ridiculously simple beat out of his head as he walked the other way into the girls' dressing room.

With his eyes searching the room upon entrance—without knocking of course—what rightful heartthrob did that?—he pouted, finding the only other blond moping.

Wait, moping?

Finding her sighing with both fists pressed against her cheeks, Chad felt compelled out of respect for Sonny to even bother staying.

"Hey...Tawni," he said slowly, eyes narrowed. "You..." he wavered his finger around towards her, at a loss of words. "Uh...something wrong?" Desperately, she huffed, her eyes rolling to the side, pouting at the broken hand-held mirror.

"That was my favorite mirror," she sniffled, her finger tracing over the bejeweled item. "We have," the girl wiped what Chad was pretty sure a fake tear, "such history together. A-a-and n-now," she squeaked, her voice cracking, "may it rest....in pieces! WAAHHH!" she broke out crying, crashing her head onto the table she sat near at. Watching the scene unfold, Chad couldn't help but notice how comic her everyday actions were. Sure, he'd sob if his own treasured mirror had a single scratch on it, but he'd at least make a better performance out of it.

Not knowing what was coming over him—believe me, his ego was fighting hard against it—slowly, Chad dug into his inside pocket in his jacket, taking out his own little handheld mirror he too always carried himself Etched on the marble handle were the metallic golden letters CDC on it. With one shrug, he held it to Tawni fast enough for his ego not to notice what was going on. "Nah, take mine," he carelessly smiled.

Absurd, the girl's eyes widened bug-eyed but under the circumstances, complied. Like a child forced to wait to open her presents til after she came from church on Christmas morn, Tawni's fingers scrambled, quickly prying off the C and D's off. He had to admit, the act of tearing CDC off wrenched his heart, but quietly, he sucked in his lips, preventing to say anything as he looked away painfully.

"Yay!" she cheered bubbly, dashing out of the room as fast as she had transitioned from mourning to full-fledged blondiness. "Thanks Chad!"

Standing quietly alone in the room, Chad wrinkled his nose, gruffing. "I should had given her a less

Several minutes passed, and Chad had seen all the other Random girls except for Sonny. If fate was out to tempt him, he was sure he'd find Sonny last and—

"I got it! I got it!"
"Yeah! Way to go, pal!"

"Pancake and Bacon first," he sighed, looking out of the window that faced his parking garage. Squinting out against the sun, Chad watched as the two hooligans tossed the frisbee, thinking they were all that. Taking a deep breath of fresh air—or as fresh as Los Angeles would allow it—Chad couldn't help but smile. The rain and stormy clouds had finally cleared up; the sun was full out and shining now as a cool breeze played anyone who was an obstacle to its path. The Random boys' murmurs seem to call the deep part of him that he had began to rekindle during Sonny's sleepover...a freedom his life was void of for so many years in his childhood. Right as Nico and Grady began to horse-play with Nature testing out different styles and patterns of grass stains on their clothes, Chad swung self over the open window sill. "Hey guys, toss it here."

"Hey guys, toss it here," Nico repeated in a high voice—symbolizing Chad's as he mocked him. Grady laughed along as he flung the frisbee towards the heartthrob—he was just learning himself. "Oooh, Poster boy thinks he got game!" The taller Random laughed as Chad smirked, tossing the frisbee calmly up and down. Suddenly, the bright neon green frisbee flashed out from under Chad's leg—in Grady-speak, all "fancy-like", so that it whacked Nico right in the guts.

"Oomph!"

"Poster boy does got game!" Grady grinned aloof as Chad apologetically smiled at Nico.

And so the montage continued, with the young men cheesily running around gaily and joy-like. Their cheers and constant glees of joy and mocks erupted about every few seconds. The frisbee tossed and turned in every way imaginable. One time, Grady would melodramatically reach for the sky in slow motion, slipping on the grass as the other two ecstatically exaggerated their laughter in innocence.

"Where is everybody!" Sonny scoffed as she continued searching for her castmates. Heck, she couldn't even find Chad and that boy always had some way of finding her whether she wanted it or not. Granted...she usually did, but that wasn't her point. When looking for the twins, she happened upon Zora cutting a blindfolded Tawni's nails with what looked like a mousetrap, when seeking Zora later on to remind her to talk to all the dolls she's ever thrown the heads off, she came across Tawni blissfully skipping, looking at herself in a new mirror—the faint glue from the metal pried off reading CDC. Then remembering Tawni still owed her money for the Walk-A-Thon for books, she urged to seek the blond out when she heard the cheering outside from the window. Crinkling her nose as confusion stretched across her face—she could had sworn she heard Chad's voice along with the guys'—Sonny looked out the window sill when she screamed, ducking low, just in time to avoid the incoming disc. Promptly jumping back up, she playfully pouted at the three guys who each emphasized their apologetic childish shrugs.

Noon hit by now and the Commissary was now compacted with 10, 20 people, all seats filled. Crew members and stars alike rushed to scrunch up whatever edible food they found first. They spared not a foot of space as the hustle and bustle caused people to shove against each other softly—in the center of the room that is. The corners were people-free, of course. Quietly snooping out, Grady's face lashed from side-to-side, finding the coast clear. Raising his hand slowly, the pudgy boy wearing the cliché black-glasses-with-huge-nose disguise revealed a dry-erase board.

Seeing his mate wrinkle his face, silently mouthing "What!", Grady looked up to his board to find it blank. Shuddering, he brought out his expo marker—yellow of course, perfect for sending secret or hardly-able-to-read message—and began to write. Nico nudged the man beside him, who also wore a black ski cap.

"You ready for this, bro? Remember—intercept the document before the aliens get to it!"

Chad scoffed, rolling his eyes, unbelieving that he actually brought up of having something to do with the guys during his free time before lunch. How was he to know exactly that they were lunatics that continued to go on and on about aliens?

"You don't honestly expect me to believe that there's al—" but before he could get in another syllable, Nico averted his sight towards the open windows.

Coming out of the open window were three tiny people with oddly-shaped-heads and eager excitable expressions. Each wore a body suit that had imprints of a headshot of Chad onto their fronts.

Chad gasped. "a—Aliens are out to GET me!" he cried in shock, before tucking and rolling repetitively towards Grady. After a few lame somersaults and hitting Grady by accident, they two nodded, making to keep sure they were well hidden as they watched the aliens take out paper bags (who used those anymore? Seriously?) with eyeholes and put them over their head.

Grady bit his lip, sniffling as he laid a firm hand on Chad's shoulder. "If I don't make it," he dramatically called out, "carry my message out, son! Tell them how Grady Mitchell sacrificed himself for the survival of humanity..." he then looked over towards the threesome of odd-heads, "and donuts."

As Grady jumped up to distract the stalked, Chad bit the cap off his black expo marker, furiously scribbling around the yellow to read the message...clearer.

"There's proof of their spaceship and 'planet-ality'. Use your camera phone to take a picture of it?" Chad read off the board, wondering if he had read correctly when he looked up towards the window the three people had just come from. His voice was caught in his throat.

"A-and these donuts," Nico patted the shortest alien, tantalizing the strawberry-creamed donut in front of what he hoped was their nose, "mm-mmm! You smell that? It's got cream inside. You should-should take off that bag a'yours so we can see you..." he then added on in a hesitant grin, "...eat it, yeah."

"Oh, and get this," Grady nudged the tallest foreign life in a silly grin. "Donuts have holes in them! I mean, what's up with that! They may as well give us only half the donut! Right, right?" The person on the other side of the conversation apparently did not find this amusing.

"AHHHHH!" Everyone's face snapped to watch Chad twitch, run through the Commissary shrieking with his arms flailing."OhmyGOSH, there's a flying saucer!" And with that, he exited out.

~*~
The World Comes To Life
and Everythings Alright
From Beginning To End
When You Have a Friend
By Your Side
That Helps You To Find
The Beauty Of All
When You'll Open Your Heart and
Believe in
The Gift of a Friend

After his hectic Random morning and confrontation with the aliens, Chad had fixed up his hair, composing himself as he now sat at the head of the MF lunch table. All MacKenzie Falls stars sat, looking over a single sheet of paper, confused. Proudly, Chad began to start. "Alright! So, as you know," Chad nobly smugged. "This week, our writers are letting us take a shot on writing this week's sketch—SCRIPT!" he stumbled over the words with a hint of panic in his face before maintaining himself in seconds. 'Good thing the rest of the MF actors are OK-looking idiots and not brains, or so he thought. "Script," Chad repeated, only in a dry chuckle, "Cuz we don't ...we don't do sketches." With single bob of the head, Chad's minions held up their grins as he continued. "One of you will get the high honor of writing half the script."

Suddenly Skylar bursted out, his fist pounding onto the wooden table as he jumped up, "because everything is half mine!" The man then quietly sat himself down, as if restudying his lines from the paper. "Sorry...I meant the script is half mine!"

Ignoring him and his usual evil-half-brother-senses kicking in, Chad lazily sat back on his seat. "Now if you flip over your pages, you'll see the prompt for your character for this week's shoot. Any questions?" The smaller parts all stared hard onto their page, crinkling their eyebrows as if they were to solve rocket science.

"Why do I have a picture of a baboon's rear end?" Marta cooly questioned, disgusted with the picture that wasn't even half-good. Chad hastily snatched it in embarrassment.

"Uh, wrong one. Here ya go," he waved his confident smile in a flash to clear up anything. He asked again, hoping his blush was now gone. 'Remind me to NEVER bring work stuff to a sleepover where Zora could easily color. I know I'm killing you, Ego, but just tell me that much," Chad mentally stated. "Questions, people," he reminded out loud.

Skylar placed his paper down and stroked his chin schemingly. "What," he began wisely, "is my motivation? Why do I do what I do?"

As everyone rolled their eyes, Chad muttered, straightly looking at his castmate with a mock smile. "You do it cuz we pay ya!" Before long, Skylar hastily nodded and began to jot down ideas on his page like a school boy eager to finish his homework.

Ferguson set his paper down gently. "What about you and Chastity?"

Popping the collar on his sky-blue dress shirt, Chad's smile became sullen, faltering. The conceited action felt odd to him now, as if he hadn't done it for a while. What was wrong with him?

The heartthrob flashed another grin. "Nah, I'm writing the 'confession' scene. It'll be easy enough seeing as I have the potent skills to do it." No, everything was fine. He was back. His cast furiously nodded and smiled like dummy bobble-heads.

Marta beamed at how their lead never ceased to please them. "Yeah! You should have great background since you've confessed to a girl you've truly liked before, haven't you?" The girl continued to grin until Chad's smile fell and he widened his eyes.

"Haven't you!" chimed the whole MF group.

"Please!" Chad squeaked dramatically, his hand raised to quiet them. "Let's not make a ..." he began to say until he saw how everyone was hanging on every word he said. "No," he sharply sighed, innocently twiddling his fingers, "I've never really...confessed to a girl I actually liked."

"H-hey!" the brunette gasped in excitement. "Didn't you say you liked someone right now? And it's because of who they are on the inside for why'd you like to be with them instead of just playing with their hearts?" Chastity narrowed her eyes.

~*~Flashback~*~

The cast had all been drinking their Loganberry smoothies in peace and quiet, either conversing about the latest trends or their future projects as Chad came, twirling around lovestruck, waltzing with the feeling of love. Dancing a one-man dance, he exhaled deeply, smiling funny. "I'm so in love...so in love, oh yes I am..." Chad began to sing.

~*~End Flashback~*~

"Nope," Chad dryly chuckled, "Doesn't ring a bell."

"We were there."

"Fine," he grumped.

Setting his hand out for a high-five, Ferguson gave off a reassuring nod. "Go do it, man. It'll be inspiration for the episode. Yeah, I have faith in you, bro."

Startled by Ferguson's kind words, Chad's lips broke into a genuine smile. "Thanks, man." It was different how the light on Chad changed his whole complexion...changing his rigid frame into a soft mold. Returning the high-five along with a fist-bump, Chad made no notice of the glances Chastity and Marta averted towards each other oddly as to why Chad was acting different in a sweet way.

Peeking out from behind Ferguson, Skylar cleared his throat. "And because you pay us," he whispered loudly. Chad and Ferguson pointed to each other simultaneously. "That too."

Just then, who others than the Randoms had come in walking, facing the direction where Chad could easily watch them. Catching his eyes, all five began to wave excitedly at him like little kids—being the famed star that he was...well, Chad couldn't help but grin back and wave.

Half-turning his head to just know if their rivals were within parameters, Ferguson snorted. "There're those losers." It wasn't until he saw Chad waving at someone behind him that the taller Falls narrowed his eyes, this time fully turning to see who at. With his arm going limp and dropping the next second, Chad froze.

"Who're you waving at?" Chastity asked curiously as his entire cast looked between who the Randoms were waving at and who Chad was waving at—surely not each other.

"Y-yeah!" Chad took cover for his actions, dryly smiling. "Losers, idiots," he hitched finger as he talked airily fast. "I'm gonna go talk to them." Within seconds, he jumped out of his seat to avoid being near his own cast when he froze, dryly laughing yet again. "I mean," he cooly flustered, "go...make...fun of them." MF dumb "Oooh!" the people dumbly nodded as Chad faked looking at his cell phone and began to usher them towards the hallway. "Ooh. Got a text. Director wants to see you guys right now."

With Chad telling he'd catch with them later and then awkwardly stand behind his chair, his cast gave him one last glance as Chad tried glancing everywhere except towards them.

"He does so much for our honor and show," Marta sighed as Chastity giggled along.

"That's why he's the star of the Falls!" Skylar noted before they all exited out.

Standing behind the pillar watching his cast secretly leave, Chad took a breather before turning around and finding all Randoms weirdly observing him. Fives pairs of eyes met one and suddenly, Chad felt his face flush as he awkwardly scratched his neck without any explanation for himself. Silence commemorated until Zora broke through it with her exuberant energy and a punch in the air.

"Yes! We're no longer the weird show!"

Rolling his eyes, Chad cooly slid the artwork of Zora's baboon drawing towards her. "I believe this is yours." "Sweet!"

Chuckling, Chad quietly took a seat by Sonny who smiled back at him. It was a nonverbal agreement to allow Chad to hang out with them—very ironic in a way, with the popular boy sitting at the loser table in a high school scenario case. A week ago, every person would had been fighting with Sonny for her stupid peace-making skills and tactics, including Chad. With the sleepover having acted as a table-turner, it seemed as if they'd been able to at least tolerate him for the most part recently.

Picking up a french fry from Sonny's plate and dipping it into the ketchup pile, Chad narrowed his eyes on Nico who began to randomly start laughing with no apparently cause.

"Yo, yo, watch this," he nudged Grady, motioning for the group to also pay attention as he whispered. Following his glance, all six of the kids turned to look at Ms. Bitterman and Marshall doing butterfly kisses with their noses just two tables in front.

"Oh Snoogely-Boo, your nose is so oily, but I'm not complaining," Nico cried lightly in a high-pitched nasal voice, only loud enough for the six of them to catch it.
"Well," Grady took on the role of Marshall's clammy voice, "I'd rather be your cat anytime. Me-oww!"

As they silently watched, all bursted into laughter at the irony when Bitterman patted Marshall's stomach.

"You guys," Sonny clutched her sides, wiping a tear, "that' so mean!"
"But so hiliarious!" Nico hooted, exchanging exuberant fist-bumps with Grady.
"Ooh!" Tawni bounced on her seat, grinning. "Let's do Howey!" Even Chad began to grow amused as they all turned to look behind them, towards the cafeteria bar.

"Mold? No," Zora gruffed in a deep voice for Howey while he picked through the days-old food with his spatula. "No, no. Hmm.." Howey licked from the spatula...only to share his germs as he placed it back within the pot of what was either chili or run-down chicken mush. He smacked his lips, trying to distinguish the wellness of the taste. "This needs some more spice, let's see what we can add."

Just then he, Howey rubbed his nose, as if secretly picking it. The Randoms and Chad clamped tight onto their mouths, trying to contain their laughter when Howey removed his hand, inhaling and breathing blissfully.
"Awh, much better. Hmm. Taste even better too!"

Slapping Nico's arm backhandedly to seek his attention, Grady nodded his head over towards Mr. Condor who walked past their table with a headset phone placed right within his ear.
"Yo, C-dude, m'MAN. How was your weekend?"
The head of the studios started to yell into his phone. "Melissa, you're fired!"
The Randoms gulped as they heard the real poor Melissa sobbing through Condor's head said when "the voice" continued. "K, chillax, brah."
"Well why didn't you filter out the call?"
"Why's your stomach bulging out like that?" The voice mocked. "I mean have you SEEN yourself in front of a mirror lately?"

"What did you say?" Condor seethed quietly, so low that the Randoms (and Chad) were sure they'd been exposed for this mischievous actions as they stared in shock. The man continued to be unfazed, still on his phone as his back was turned towards the Randoms (and Chad). The voice went on.
"And your daughter, fool. Homie, I've seen rabid squirrels tamer than dat chick." By now, Zora pulled her lips tightly shut as to not have laughter escape.

"I can deal with that personally then."
The voice snorted. "I better hope so, dude. Even a baboon's rear could teach that squirrel to not be so rabid."

Condor sighed, scratching his fine balding head. "How much do you want?"
"For a baboon's rear end? How much is your face worth?'
He shut his eyes, trying to calm himself with the caller who had tipped him earlier that morning "Five?"
"...that's like, REALLY sad, man." [Insert teens' giggles here]. "Even these Randoms' boogers are worth much more online."
"Fine. Seven."
"Ah, rated 7 out of 100. Very wise, my friend," the voice began to have an Indian accent. "That seems right."

Suddenly barking, Mr. Condor clenched his teeth. "What time?"
"'Til you see what a doof you are? No idea but I'll start counting!" Sonny could hear the smile at the end of those joking words.
The insulting voice quieted down as Condor talked on his phone aggressively. "1700 is too much. I'm not paying that!" After the other actual person on the phone spoke, Condor claimed another number. "394." After a while, he repeated himself, frustration built up. "394."
The voice from the Randoms' table began again. "How old's your mother?"
Just then, Condor screamed. "394!"
"DANG, she old!"

Seething, Condor placed a harsh cold emphasis on every word. "Two weeks, that's all I give you."
"That's all you've EVER given me so far."

As Condor's back faced them, he began to mutter in a deadly whisper to his caller, too quiet for any of the kids to make out what he was saying. Finding their game at its end, they all broke into high-winded laughter, unable to stop as Chad pursed his lip, shaking his head, trying to still contain his laughter.

"Dude, that was SWEET!" Grady shrilled his voice, high-fiving his bro.
"Yeah!" chimed the girls.
"Hey!" marveled Sonny in excitement. "We could use that in our next sketch!" But Nico's eyes were narrowed in confusion.

"Man, dat didn't come from m'mouth," Nico dumbfoundly stated. The five comedy stars immediately jaw-dropped.

"V-Very funny, Nico," Tawni pressed on hesitantly but was awarded with Nico's shake of a head.

"'Mean it. That wasn't me." The five stared at each other when...

"HA HA HA ha ha ha!" Chad busted in laughter, throwing back his head with full force that radiated through the table shaking. Pounding the table, he made no care for the awkward glances his way.

"Chad?" Zora look disgruntled wrinkling her nose. "Did you get some sleep after you dropped me yesterday?"

Sonny narrowed her eyes. "He dropped you?'

~*~ Flashback~*~

As the engine roared with the start of his key, Chad immediately drove off, reaching the local highway within minutes. Minutes passed on, Chad nodded his head to the rock music that stimulated his mind to wander, to retain what he had just lived through the passed 24 hours. Getting in the driver seat, he turned to key to ignite the car and within seconds, he pulled out of the parking lot. By the time he was on the freeway, not as busy right before noon, he turned on his favorite song, smiling, rocking out a bit as he hummed along. Oblivious to anything in the back of his car, a human-like creature wearing a gnome mask slowly got up, moving forward until they were just hardly leaning over Chad's shoulder.

"Told'ja the gnomes would get back at you!"
That'swhen Chad's eyes widened, a look of pure horror on his face. "AHHH! Don't eat my head!" Chad screamed, veering off to the side of the road and into a ditch just a foot away from it.

~*~End Flashback~*~

Happily, Zora sighed. "Yeah..."

Chad snorted as he stood up to leave. "I'm fine. I'm just having fun, which, being a drama actor, I'm terribly deprived of," he sighed dramatically.

With such a habit, Sonny gasped, easily getting excited as she attacked Chad with a tight hug. Flustered, despite his arms around her small waist, Chad's eyes watched the other Randoms' blank looks, in awe at how they were ok with Sonny hugging him.

"I really," Chad began to say uneasily, "do appreciate you being e-ecstatic for me to inherent the disease of Randomness you guys gave me but really? In front of all these people?" Frowning, she let go of him.

"What's the use of being friends if we can't do anything together in public?" she pouted when Grady waved his hand carelessly.

"Aw, say it, Sonny. He's still has a heart full of drama."

Condor at the exact moment walked past their table, causing Chad to immediately cast his head down and mutter in a deep voice, "I'm walking. Walking like a cool man. Look at me, I can strut." Once again, their table was forced to suppress each their every own squeak and laughter. Automatically Condor turned, glowering at the group for laughing so hard, not knowing what was the catalyst for their giggles. In a flash, the six dropped their heads and paid attention to what they were eating. As the head of the studio continued walking and left, one by one the kids looked up towards where Condor had just left, busting up again.

~*~
Someone Who knows When You're Lost and You're Scared
There through The Highs and The Lows
Someone You Can Count On, Someone Who Cares
Besides You Where Ever You Go

Right outside the Prop House door, Chad lost all nerves. The conversation between his cast and him during lunch time swam around his head, unable to leave him with a peace of mind.

"I've never really...confessed to a girl I actually liked."

"H-hey! Didn't you say you liked someone right now? And it's because of who they are on the inside for why'd you like to be with them?"

"Go do it, man. It'll be inspiration for the episode. Yeah, I have faith in you, bro."

Chad tried shaking his head but it was no use. The past memories were driving him to do the unthinkable—to confess...to someone he honestly cared for. For a Random...

Taking a deep breath, he realized he had no plan of action, no guts to collect himself. Pacing back and forth, away from the Randoms' view, he tugged on his collar, rehearsing what to say.

"Sonny..." he began to say softly, before scrunching his nose at his lack of approval for its use. He took a deep breath before flashing a smug smile. "Hey there." He gave up, not knowing what to do. Obviously he wouldn't confess in front of her cast—that'd be suicide. 'Chad, take it one at a time,' he tried calming his mind. 'You know Sonny. You don't have to show off for her. That's why you truly love her. She unleashes your real self.' Nodding at his mental pep talk, he sighed. In 10 eternal minutes, he would finally know how she felt about him...unless she just went "Oh, cool!" and shared nothing back. He fiddled with his hair and shirt until remembering it never bought Sonny before, why should it now?

~*~
You'll Change Inside
When You
Realize

Every Random was off to their own activity: Nico and Grady sitting on the floor, having a toe war, Zora being forced to get a make-over from Tawni after Tawni had found out how her nails were cut while being blind-folded. Giving make-overs did make her slightly happy. Meanwhile, Sonny determined to work on their newest sketch sparked by Chad's hilarity.

The boys jumped as Chad walked in struttingly, hands in pockets as if he owned the place. "Randoms," Chad forced a grim smile.

"Chad."
"Chad."
"Chad."
"Chip."

Sonny rolled her eyes as her neck pulled, straining her head. Without haste, she grinned sunny-like, "Hey Chad!" At once, Chad's firm poised expression melted, his love-struck gaze dripping off his face.

"Hi, Sonny!" he sighed lovesick, grinning way too tight. In the corner of his mind, the ego of CDC kicked himself, muttering insults as it tried watching the train-wreck at end. Sonny flashed him a smile, giggling on the effect she had on him. His kindred conceited spirit was lost if he could publicly go gaga in front of not just one member of his rival, but all. After a noticeable amount of time, everyone looked back at Chad.

"Oh," Chad snapped himself out from his head being in the clouds, then losing poise. "I...um...ah..." he didn't know how to bring upon the situation. "Did I leave anything at your house last night, Sonny?" Sonny shook her head, appreciating that she was able to see Chad weak like this.

"Nope, nothing."
Nodding, Chad hitched his finger backward. "Cool. Well...guess I'll...I'll be going," he nodded awkwardly, pursing his lips as he walked past the island bar near the rear of Prop House. To the Randoms' surprise, he slipped out into the secret short-cut behind the pillar Nico and Grady usually took.

Suddenly he came walking back in sheepishly, scratching the side of his neck. Five pairs of eyes followed him. "I didn't know how to go to my set through that way...um...yeah."

Nico shook his head, easily seeing what was up. "Dude, you did not come all this way here to just ask Sonny that."
With the little amount of ego that was forced to stay for its own good, Chad snorted, cooly crossing his arms as he smirked—force of habit, he couldn't resist. "And why not?"

"Could'a text?" Nico shrugged in a very 'duh!' manner. Caught,Chad stuttered as he shook his head as if an internal battle was being constructed within the depths of his mind.

"F-fine," Chad drew out the word in a whine. "I had to talk to my future girlfr..." everyone just stared at him while he caught himself. "My um..." 'Winner goes to...weird Chad, for embarrassing himself yet again!' he heard his ego announce in mock. Every thud in his body could be heard as Chad felt his mind would explode. Oh, the ridicule he'd have to endure if all Randoms knew of his crushing without knowing Sonny's feelings. "Frunny? As in like a 'Funny Sonny'? She's my...no," Chad panicked, hand movements wildly aiming about. "Not mine. It's my...name...for her: Frunny," he repeated, nodding his head as if the more he nodded the more truthful it would seem. Grady slowly started to grin silly.

"He-hey...yeah. That's actually funny!" Nico muttered as a side note when he slowly chuckled. "And Random."

Nodding, Chad rubbed his temples as if all this new chance was foreign to him, and gave him headaches. "Eugh, I know. I keep getting So Random—AHH!" he screamed for fear of his slip of the tongue. The official "So Random!" cast began to stifle their laughter.

As Chad mad a turn to leave through the entrance, Grady quickly turned over his rear as he sat on the floor to see Chad. "Oh, Chad. Were you able to catch the aliens yet?"

"Aliens?" Tawni made a face.

The two Random boys nodded as if their heads were vibrating. "Yeah! They're all over the place! First we spotted their saucer in the Commissary and then after Chad left, we saw them stealing his hair product!"

Sonny blankly looked up at Chad, who was now standing right behind her in the sofa. "You know what they're talking about?" Sonny narrowed her eyes.

Chad scrunched his nose. "I did for the saucer part cuz I was there to scream "Ohmygosh, there's a flying saucer" and obviously when I left but little odd-headed aliens stealing my one-of-a-kinda NaviaArt hair products is new to me—what!" And like that with sudden realization, he furiously raced out.

"They already left!" Nico called out past the door, but as Chad was already gone, he then waved his hand and turned back around in a 'forget-about-it' motion. "Haha, man, do we do some crazy stuff to him."

"Yeah!" grinned Grady when he nudged Sonny. "Did you see how goofy he got when he saw you, Sonny? Huh? Huh?"

Heaving as if he ran a marathon, Chad leaned up against the Randoms' walls, covering his face, debating whether or not he should try to go back and make a fool of himself yet again to get a private chat with Sonny. "It stops here," Chad muttered to himself. "I will tell her how I feel. I can't keep not knowing like this forever." Trying to clear his mind before he rushed into what would be probably the most memorable event of his life, he worked on a breathing technique, letting his every senses focus on what it did best—like his ears. The people inside the Prop House were talking loud enough for him to catch what they were saying.

"Ooh!" Nico's eyes widened as a mischievous grin spread on his face. "What if we play with that!"
"Play with Goofy Chad?" Zora asked curiously.
"No! Not that! Chad's feelings for Sonny!"

"What!" Sonny squeaked, clearing her throat. Then bursted into random full-blasted laughter. "HAHAHA! W-what are you talking about?" she smiled, scratching her cheek sheepishly.

"Don't deny Chad's got the hots for ya!" Nico smirked. "Wouldn't it be amazing if Sonny could lead Chad on into thinkin' he's got somethin' special with her, use him and then BAM! We laugh in his face!"

Outside those walls, Chad narrowed his eyes in confusion, analyzing what he'd just heard. Use...him? Lead him on...? He drew in a sharp exhale, a turn of the lip causing a hesitant misunderstood smile. No, no. We...we're ...maybe not complete friends but...what? Quickly, he shook the thought away. Nah, they'd never....they couldn't....they can't....

"That's mean!" Sonny defended, earning four pairs of rolling eyes as they expected that answer from her. Without care, Sonny then turned back to sketching a costume on her notebook. "And anyway, I bet Chad's still right outside this door listening to everything we're saying. He always shows up three times at least when he's nervous and doesn't get what he came for."

"Thank you, Sonny!" he firmly muttered when he realized that he did still have to go back inside and pull Sonny out. He tried to not think about how Sonny didn't necessarily defend them not to lead him on than it was that Chad could hear him. Immediately, he rushed in.

"I need to talk to Sonny right now," his words rushed into a mesh as Sonny smirked at her friends, her expression cheering 'I was right! HA! Told ya so!'

With eyes widen incase Chad actually did hear what they were saying, Nico fumbled with his words as he tried pretending he was in the middle of another conversation.

"Ohhh! And those eats during yesterday's breakfast at the sleepover were amazing! Like the tropical parfait!" Nico enthusiastically said, hinting that Chad was back and so they all should better improvise to make sure he had no inkling of what they were previously talking about.

"Yeah...I guess so," Grady said, confused, watching Nico's hysterics as the taller of them kept jerking his head towards Chad. "Oh!" he suddenly understood. "Yeah, yeah—compared to Sonny's breadblocks and spongey muffins, Chad's amazing!"

"Hey!" whined Sonny, pouting.

"Oh, and those cheese and egg biscuits Chad made for us!"
"And his drinks!"
"Don't forget the cheesy burritos!"
"And the cake!"

"Heck yeah!" Nico spiritedly exclaimed. "And the porridge, mmm mmm good! Chad's as good as Emeril!"

"Or Chef Boyardee!" chirped in Tawni excitedly, not understanding what was going on but loved the sound of her pretty voice enough to just hear herself speak.

Narrowing his eyes at the Randoms, obvious to what they're doing, Chad shook his head. "That's just so random—GAHH! I did it again! What are you Randoms doing to me!" He squeaked and yet still roared, racing out of the room yet again.

With everyone watching him leave, Nico pursed his lips, shrugging. "Hmmm. Chip should'a seen that comin', really. Spendin' all his time wid us."

As everyone shrugged in agreement, as quickly as he had left, Chad entered right back in, this time marching.

Sonny did a double-take. "I didn't count on him coming back a fourth time," she muttered. Just as she did so, Chad briskly yanked her up from the couch as if she'd been caught in a crime and Chad's hands were her handcuffs. Pulling her out forcibly through the doorway, he led the girl against the wall.

"Sonny," Chad stated, as if the name would help him calm down. "I....." it then dawned on him what he was about to do—what drama skills had never trained him for this current situation. Taking a deep breath, his deep blue eyes averted downwards, realizing him and Sonny were within a foot of each other, against a wall. Avoiding the hormonal thoughts, Chad tried rationalizing.

"There's something I've been... meaning to tell you," he gulped. "You...every...um...well...every time I see you, I..." He didn't know why he couldn't just lock eyes with her, hold her hands, and smile off his extravagant poised smile he knew that won the hearts of millions. He just couldn't replicate it now—not when his real emotions were too strong. Seeing Sonny looking almost worriedly at him as if he were sick, Chad slowly tried to smile, only for the action of his lips to become …

"ah CHOO!" a sneeze. He sneezed into the inside of his arm, trying to stop any of the contents to go on Sonny except for that his elbow banged against her face.

"Ow!" she cried, rubbing her nose.
A look of horror covered Chad. "I...! I'm sorry! I totally didn't mean to!"

"That's fine," Sonny lightly smiled, her heart beating faster. This was it. "What were you gonna say?"

"Right," hastily nodded Chad, his nose becoming runny, causing his voice to become heavy and sickish. "I...you make me feel...ohmygosh," he got sidetracked, sniffling. "I'm allergic..." he tried to say when he repeatedly sneezed again.

"You're..." Sonny curiously tried to make out what he meant, an eyebrow raised, "you're...allergic to me?" her heart dropped, though she had to admit, this scene was pretty funny—not just romantic confession-type material.

"No!" Chad panicked, sneezing again, this time into Sonny's hair. "I'm so sorry! No, I mean...I really, really, really....." he groaned, his head feeling very lightheaded, "...sick."

Sonny wrinkled her nose. "I make feel sick!"

"No!" Chad restated, only this time he didn't know what to do. Saying "I love you" when he couldn't stop his nose from running would ruin the cherished event he'd been dreaming off since he first laid eyes on Sonny. "I..." he dryly laughed, wiping his nose with his sleeve, "I gotta go! I'll tell you later! Bye Sonny!" And with that, he made a quick dash towards his set.

With her nose still wrinkled, Sonny shook her head, watching Chad make a fool of himself sneezing and running clumsily into objects and peoples. Without looking where she was going, Sonny found herself smacking into some kind of plastic, her face and body squished onto it as she clearly saw all her friends laugh ridiculously at her.

"Help! AH...you guys!" she mumbled, the saran wrap which covered the Prop House entry way sticking to her lips. Quickly, Zora dashed to her aid.

"Sorry!" Zora meekly giggled, tearing apart the door-size amount of saran wrap, as Sonny tried pulling it off herself. "We didn't want Chad coming back in again."

"How would this have helped?" Sonny's eyes widened as she said it annoyingly, asking it as if the action was such an idiotic thing to do.

Grady shrugged. "We could'a seen him get stuck!"

Shaking her head no, Sonny calmly smiled. "You guys, we already tormented him enough for the last two days at my house. Give him a brea—"

"Shhh!" Nico harshly held out a fast finger for them to pipe down as his eyes stayed glued to the TV. Looking at each other for why Nico would act so strange for just a commercial, they too watched.

"You know them as the rising stars of Condor Studios," mysteriously said the narrator in a chilling tone. "But there's nothing glorious about a sleepover they all had just two nights ago." Everyone looked at Sonny in awe—the same question on everyone's mind. Was this about THEIR sleepover?

Suddenly a close up of both Santiago Geraldo and Sharona appeared on screen. The kids all frowned, knowing how manipulative and power-hungry the two were to exaggerate the truth.

"I'm Santiago Geraldo from Tween Weekly reporting to you live from Hollywood," the man professionally said, dashing off a smile.
"And I'm Sharona from 'Sharona Knows'," the woman haughtily grinned into the camera. "And we've teamed up and recorded exclusive material, well over 16 hours!"

"You'll see your favorite stars like you've never seen them before," Santiago smirked.
"And think their lives are always as glamourous? Think again!"

"Tune in," the male began to say, alternating lines with Sharona.
"Friday next week to watch Hollywood's favorite teen stars have a sleepover with pranks!"

"And laughs!"
"And loads of secrets you would had never suspected!"

Just then the picture changed to show just the title of Sharona and Santiago's new feature, "Someone's Super Silly Slumber Party!" when the narrator began again. "Don't miss S4P premiering in two weeks on Friday, 10/9pm central!"

Just then a commercial for "Hoosier Girl" played, resulting in the TV switching off. All astounded, the gang looked at one another, speechless.

"They taped us," Tawni said in a hushed down, eyes wide.
"They were with us the whole time..." Nico marveled at this information in horror, or so it seemed.
"Everyone's gonna see our sleepover..." Grady gaped until he broke out in a grin. "SWEET!" Everyone broke out into a cheer.
"That's awesome!"
"
We're like...like movie stars now!"
"We're so great!"

Energetically, Sonny jumped up to her feet. "I'm gonna go see Chad and see what he thinks of this!" she beamed before making a random squeal. "EEK! I bet he's so excited! Everyone'll see our feud's finally over now! Gahhh!" she waved her arms wildly as she did a little dance, racing out of the Prop House.

~*~
And When The Hope Crashes Down
Shattering To The Ground
You'll, You'll Feel All Alone
When You Don't Know Which Way To Go
And There's No Such Leading You On
You're Are Alone

Fully using up his 6th tissue, Chad sniffed again, feeling a bit better in his dressing room when a commercial on his 36 inch flat-screen TV began to play—a different promotional of the same rare footage feature Sonny and her cast had just watched 15 minutes ago. At first he began to watch this commercial with curiosity, knowing exactly that it was about Sonny's sleepover when his head felt heavier than it had ever been.

Something wasn't right.

Slowly, his ears tried to block off the sound, trying to preserve the mind of the soul that contained within Chad—the soul that had just started to open up and kindle the life of an actual teen with friends and crushes and love. It was like his whole body was forcibly trying to defend Chad from watching the TV. But it wasn't worth it. He knew. The Randoms' voices from the commercial rang in his ears.

Shaking uncontrollably, Chad's eyes suddenly glazed, turning dark and stoic as it watched the ending of Santiago and Sharona's commercial. His eyes...they were the blackest of blue, as if the demons had rode his soul into a forest of hatred. The boy's lips tightened, his teeth clenched so tight he could hear the screeching of it.

The feeling that had began to warm his heart, to energize his body from the stiff nerving restrictions was love...was friendship...was dependence. Like a flame, the Randoms had cinched the quivering new soul out, depositing it into the realm of total darkness. And just when he had found a name for his new behavior, his new friendliness...the same people backstabbed him. The day he found out what the airily feel of love was, Hell gently blew it away, casting into the shadows, into nonexistence.

You Had Believed In
The Gift of A Friend

Welcome to the fallout

Welcome to resistance

Everyone's here

May not know who's on whose side

...But everyone's here...

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