If I remember, this is the chapter where people said Sonny was OCC. Well, in my defense, we don't get to see her angry very much on the show, so it's kind of hard to know how she would react when angry. Sorry if you find her OOC in this chapter - she gets better in the next one!

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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the quote from Chad's birthday episode in season one.

Sunday Surprises

It was Sunday morning, the first morning in my week of recreating when I had asked Sonny out. I knew she was mad at me about telling her mom the truth the night before, but I was hoping she'd gotten over her anger during the night. Just in case she hadn't, I texted Portlyn bright and early, asking what I could do to apologize to Sonny.

For some reason, I never got an answering text. Instead of waiting around for her, I drove to a 24 hour store, searching for something, anything, that had Sonny's name written over it, an item I could buy for her that would say how sorry I was. I wanted to start our week off on the right foot.

I was giving up on trying to find the perfect peace offering. None of the cards seemed to say the right words and I had no idea what to say if I bought a blank one. Flowers and candy seemed cliché and I'd already given her an autographed photo of me as an apology once.

Normally I would've waited until later in the day to go shopping, but I couldn't fall asleep during the night and knew I wouldn't be able to until Sonny was no longer mad at me. The only way to make her not be angry was to show up on her doorstep with some way of saying sorry. The only way I could think of to express my guilt was by buying her a present.

Didn't the store understand my need to find the perfect item? Couldn't it make an answer fall from the sky?

Just as I was getting ready to leave the store with empty hands, I spotted something from the corner of my eye. In a huge display area near the exit, a load of Thanksgiving supplies were set up, a few of which included paper plates with pictures of Turkeys on them, paper cut-outs of Indians and pilgrims, and even coloring pages for younger kids. None of that was what made me step closer to the display.

My eyes honed in on the huge stuffed turkey sitting atop everything else, its legs hanging down almost to the floor. It was the biggest stuffed animal I'd ever seen and I knew it was perfect for Sonny. Not only could I use it to hide behind as I told her how sorry I was, but it would also show her how Thanksgiving-y I could act.

Almost an hour later (it took a lot of work to drag that turkey all the way up to Sonny's apartment; it wasn't light by any means), I was finally able to knock on the door I'd been wanting to knock on since walking out not many hours ago. I heard the door open but from my spot behind the turkey, I couldn't see who was standing there. Hoping it was Sonny, I said the line I'd been practicing since leaving the store:

"I have a feathery hug to deliver to a certain Munroe!"

"Please tell me that stuffed turkey didn't just speak."

I could feel my face turning red as I rushed out from behind the stuffed animal, recognizing the voice I'd heard. Sure enough, Mrs. Munroe was the one standing in the doorway, not Sonny. She took one look at me, turned her attention back to the turkey, and ended up shaking her head.

"Some questions are better left unasked," she said before walking back into the apartment, leaving the door open behind her. "Sonny, there's a turkey waiting for you at the door!"

After hearing a voice repeat, "A turkey?" in a very confused tone, Sonny appeared in the spot her mother had just stood, her mouth hanging open in shock. I smiled at her, patting the stuffed animal's side.

"I named him Oscar, Jr.," I explained proudly.

Sonny looked back and forth between the turkey and me, her mouth never closing, as though she was trying to figure out exactly what was going on. I wondered if maybe I was wrong, that she hadn't gotten over her anger during the night and the turkey wasn't enough to make her forgive me now.

"I can take him back," I told her, my hands already on Oscar, Jr.'s side as I prepared to push him down the hall. "I'll take him back to the store right now and-,"

"Chad, wait."

Her hand lightly touched my back as she came up behind me, her smile gentle as she stepped behind my body and Oscar, Jr.'s. She had to duck under my arms to get to her spot and once she was there, it wasn't hard to get me to move. Her hands slid their way beneath mine and before I knew what I was doing, my hands were swinging hers back and forth, back and forth.

"I don't want you to take him back," she said before glancing at him over her shoulder. "Well…not unless you're bringing back a smaller version. I love him, I really do, although I don't deserve him at all. I never should've gotten mad at you last night, you didn't even do anything! It was all my fault and I'm so, so sorr-,"

She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence as I let my lips fall over hers. She seemed surprised at first (usually I gave her warning before leaning down and doing it), but it didn't take her long to adjust. Her hands gripped my shirt and she pulled me even closer to her, not needing to ask me twice. I moved in until her body was pressed against the turkey and just as I started running my hands through her hair-

"Sonny, have you finished packing yet?"

Our moment over, Sonny pulled away from me. It didn't hit me until then that she was already fully dressed. Her eyes were red-rimmed and whether it was from crying or lack of sleep I couldn't be sure. Either way, I found my arms wrapping around her.

"Packing?" I repeated her mom's shout. "Sonny…why are you packing?"

I had a feeling I knew the answer even before Sonny could say anything. She stalled, taking her time to think of the right words. Her gaze stayed on the floor instead of meeting my eyes and her hands sat nervously at her stomach, twisting together and then separating again. Needing to know the answer, I put my hands over hers, forcing them to stay still.

"Sonny." My voice was firm this time. "Why are you being forced to pack?"

Stepping into the hallway to drop a suitcase off at Sonny's side, Mrs. Munroe heard the last part of my question. She stopped and turned to her daughter.

"You didn't tell him about our Thanksgiving plans?" she asked, shock in her voice.

"No," Sonny replied, her teeth clenched together. Was she angry at her mom instead of me now? "I haven't had the chance to yet."

"Oh." Mrs. Munroe smiled at me a little too sweetly. "We're heading back to Wisconsin to spend Thanksgiving with our family. Actually, we were just getting ready to head out the door so Sonny, if you could hurry up this goodbye…"

It was my mouth's turn to hang open as Mrs. Munroe started down the hallway, leaving nothing but the suitcase she'd sat on the floor. She stopped after a few feet, took one last look at Oscar, Jr., and shook her head.

"That thing isn't riding in the car with us."

Sonny picked up the suitcase, starting off in the same direction her mom was heading. I ran to her side.

"You're really going back to Wisconsin?" I demanded, trying to keep up with her fast pace. "Why do you have to go? What about our plans?"

"We could still do our plans if someone hadn't gotten my mom worried enough to call my dad last night and tell him how sick I am."

"Your mom really did that? Just because I told her that wasn't the first time you coughed?"

"I warned you last night she was probably going to do something stupid." She stopped walking long enough to take a deep breath. "Look, I'm trying my best to leave on a good note, so I'm saying goodbye now before I end up taking my anger out on you. Let everyone know I'm gone and wish them all a happy holiday."

Just like that, she started down the hallway again, leaving me behind.

"Wait! I-,"

"Chad." Her eyes looked as though they were swelling with tears when she turned to face me. "Please don't make this harder than it has to be."

A car horn sounded from the parking lot, Sonny took a few steps backwards, and I could see the tear shining as it rolled down the side of her face.

"I'll see you in seven days," she whispered, her voice so quiet that I needed to read her lips to understand what she was saying.

With that, she was gone, running down the hall and disappearing from my sight. I wanted to follow her, but she'd asked me not to and I didn't want make her upset. As much as my heart was breaking, there was nothing I could do about it.

Not knowing what else to do, I sat down next to Oscar, Jr., pulling my cell phone from my pocket. I decided to do the simple task Sonny had asked me to do: let everyone know she was leaving and hoped they all had a happy Thanksgiving. It was the least I could do for her after scaring her mom into calling home. If it weren't for my inability to lie, she would still be with me instead of starting the long drive home.

Not knowing Nico and Grady very well and barely knowing Zora at all, I thought calling Tawni would be my best bet. I talked to her every now and then and she could pass on the message to the rest of her cast mates.

"Hello?" her tired voice answered after several rings.

"Sonny's on her way to Wisconsin."

There was a long moment of silence.

"You're kidding me, right?" Tawni's voice sounded like a cross between anger and hysterics. "You didn't really call me at five o'clock in the morning just to tell me Sonny's gone…did you?"

"Of course not! I also called to tell you she wishes you a happy Thanksgiving."

Tawni started laughing. Not in a 'gee, that's funny!' sort of way but more like 'is the whole world going crazy except for me?'

"Here's a really goofy question!" she said in an enthused voice. "Why are you talking to me instead of following after your girlfriend?"

"I'm not going after her because…because…."

As much as I didn't want to admit it, Tawni had asked a good question: why wasn't I going after Sonny? It wasn't like I didn't have the time or the money to go to Wisconsin. And I had promised myself I was going to spend every day with her during Thanksgiving break. Even if her parents didn't want me staying at their house, I had plenty of money to rent a place for only seven days.

Why was I sitting by myself in a silent hallway with no one but Oscar, Jr. for company? I should've been checking flight times!

"I've got to go," I told Tawni, getting ready to hang up when I heard her voice.

"Uh, hold up a minute," she said and I pulled the phone back to my ear, my finger already resting near the end button, shaking as I waited for her to finish. "If you ever call me at five AM again, Chad…you're seriously going to suffer."

I hung up with a smile on my face, eager to call the airport. I was going to Wisconsin for the first time in my life!

I'd forgotten how long the drive to Wisconsin was.

There wasn't a lot to do in the car but stare out the window as the scenery flew by. Mom tried to make conversation, but when all I wanted to talk about was how it was her fault I couldn't spend Thanksgiving with Chad she warned me I would spend my entire vacation locked in my room if I kept up my attitude. Needless to say, that talk ended pretty quickly.

When night finally came, I crawled into the backseat of the car so I could stretch out with my pillow, wrapping a blanket around my body. The coughing resumed and I wasn't sure why this time, although I guessed it was me gettingused to the colder tempts. The longer we were on the road, the colder it became outside. I was going to miss the heat of Hollywood.

The sun flooding in through the window was what woke me up in the morning. We stopped at a fast food restaurant long enough to eat breakfast and walk around so our legs wouldn't cramp up, and then mom and I were in the car again. Unable to take the silence anymore, I called my best friend.

Lucy squealed with delight as soon as she heard my voice. Dad had already told her about me coming home and she informed me she had been invited to stay at my house the duration of the time I'd be there and would be spending Thanksgiving with the Munroe family instead of her own.

'Well, at least if I can't have Chad, I get to have her,' I thought to myself as she went on and on about how great the week was going to be.

We'd been on the phone for almost an hour before Lucy's voice changed.

"I thought you said you were the only one coming to Wisconsin?" she asked, her voice sounding confused. "Didn't you say everyone else is staying in Hollywood?"

"The rest of them are staying in Hollywood," I told her. "Why would they be coming back with me? None of them live in Wisconsin."

"Then why is…" Lucy's voice trailed off. When she finally spoke again, it was in a fast tone. "Sorry, Sonny, I'll talk to you when you get here. I have to go, bye!"

"What? Lucy, what's going on? Please don't hang up, I need-,"

I was too late. She'd hung up and a dial tone sounded in my ear.

"Maybe if you called her sometimes instead of wasting all your time with your Hollywood friends, she wouldn't be so rude," mom said, watching as I hung up my phone. "You know I support you and So Random! I just don't think you should completely forget about your life in Wisconsin."

"Yeah, well, you and dad are making it pretty much impossible for me to forget."

"Sonny…"

"I know, I know," I sighed, folding my arms over my chest. "Shut up now or I'm grounded."

Why couldn't Lucy have stayed on the phone? At least there were only a little while left in the drive. Already the heat was on in the car and I had bumps on my arms as my body heat tried to readjust. I'd kept myself from getting grounded so far; I could last the rest of the time.

The real question was rather or not I could go six more days without seeing Chad Dylan Cooper.

My private airplane pilot seemed surprised when I told him to land the plane.

"Are you sure you don't want me to look around and find an actual airport or landing dock?" he asked.

"Nope," I told him, shaking my head back and forth. "Just land in that grassy area over there. I think I can find where I need to go."

It hadn't taken me very long to find Sonny's old address. Typing in Sonny Munroe on any search engine gave me tons of results (although Chad Dylan Cooper, Mackenzie, and CDC all had more) and all I had to do was find the website of some crazy stalker fan who seemed to know every detail about her. Hoping they'd managed to get her home address correct, it was the coordinates I handed to my pilot.

And now, the house with the address owned the backyard my plane was using as a landing site.

There was one person who came running outside as I got off my plane. It was a very small welcoming compared to what I was used to, but then again, coming to Wisconsin had been a last minute decision. None of the reporters knew I was here yet so I hadn't really expected them to meet me.

Still…only one person? That had to be an all time low for a Chad Dylan Cooper welcoming party.

The person running toward me stopped, screamed a little bit too loudly, and stood in her spot, dancing from foot to foot. Something about her seemed familiar (which was weird considering I'd never met anyone in Sonny's family beside her mom). Had I landed at the wrong house? Was the fan site wrong?

"Uh, excuse me?" I tried to sound nice in case it was a Munroe, knowing I should at least try to make a good first impression after landing an airplane in their yard. "Do you know if Sonny's here yet? Or if this is even the right place to find her?"

Instead of answering either of my questions, the girl ran toward me, giggling uncontrollably as she jumped into my arms. I had no choice but to let her hug me, her entire body shaking in excitement.

"I can't believe it's you! Sonny didn't say anything about you coming here! I was just on the phone with her and asked her outright if you were coming or not and she said no, but then I saw the airplane starting to land-,"

"She doesn't know I'm coming," I tried to explain, not sure if she could hear me over her chatter or not. "I'm trying to surprise her."

"Oh, she'll be surprised all right! Do you remember me? You probably don't, I only talked to you like two or three times, I even went to your Chad-tastic birthday party a few years back! I'm the one who hugged Sonny and knocked her into one of your cardboard cut-outs, which in turn made all of them fall and forced your head into your cake!"

I could remember that birthday party like it had happened yesterday. The last one before Sonny and I started going out, forever in my memory as the one Sonny had said no to. I could still remember her reason behind saying no, too:

"Well, see…my best friend is in town," Sonny had said after telling me the horrible news. I felt like my heart was breaking in two.

"So?" I scoffed, trying to make it sound like I didn't care. "Bring her to the party!" Then, realizing I was using my high voice, I cleared my throat, hoping Sonny hadn't noticed. "That just means two gifts."

Even after that, Sonny had still said she wasn't coming. Faintly, I could remember walking out of the Prop House, my cardboard cut-out in hand, bumping into someone as I tried to walk out…

Suddenly, it clicked: I had met the reason behind Sonny's refusal, the best friend she wanted to hang out with instead of me.

That was why the girl staring up at me, waiting to see if I remembered her or not, looked so familiar.

"Oh, yeah!" I said, smiling at her. "You're the 'oh my Chad!' girl!"

Her insane giggle escaped through her lips again.

"Chad Dylan Cooper remembers what I said!" she exclaimed.

Wrapping her arms around my waist, she hugged me tighter than before, jumping up and down with enough force to pull me along for the ride. Wanting her to let go, I put my hands on her shoulders, trying to keep her firmly on the ground-

A throat clearing behind me let me know I was in trouble.

There stood Sonny, her hands on her hips as she looked at Lucy and me, her eyebrows raised.

I had a feeling I wasn't going to be able to buy my way out with a huge stuffed turkey this time.