Sonny bounced her leg up and down impatiently, waiting for her phone to buzz. She gulped, praying that Lucy would call her back. They had just wrapped up rehearsal and, apparently, Chad was coming to visit Tawni to tell her something. What exactly? Sonny had no clue.

"Tawni?" Chad's head poked around the side of the door. Sonny's heart skipped a beat at his wonderful face.

"C-Chad?" She stammered, "Hey," She fixed her hair discreetly, "Tawni isn't here right now, she's still talking to Marshall about her sketch idea." Sonny rolled her eyes, hating the fact that she might have to play a giant bologna.

"Oh, mind if I hang here?" He waltzed in before Sonny could answer and casually took a seat on the leopard recliner.

"What are you here for?" Sonny clutched her phone harder, wondering if maybe, just maybe, she grasped it hard enough, Lucy would call. No luck.

"Eh, just gotta tell her that Portia wants her to guest star." He shrugged, flipping his hair, "But for manipulating reasons, of course." Chad caught himself staring at Sonny's gorgeous eyes and quickly looked down. "So?"

"Um, Chad?" Sonny looked down at her shoes, "You know I-I don't really hate you. I-" Bzzzzzz, bzzzzz. Her phone began to buzz vigorously. "Oh, hold on!"

She pressed TALK, "Luce? What's wrong?"

"Um, sweetie?" Ms. Monroe's voice came over the speaker, "Would you like pizza for dinner?" Sonny's face fell.

"Um, I dunno if I'll be home for dinner." Sonny said, "But I gotta go, rehearsal." She chuckled, then hung up.

"You were saying?" Chad coaxed.

"Oh," Sonny looked down, her cheeks reddening, "It-It's not important."

Chad suddenly moved down and sat on the couch near Sonny, "You said you don't really hate me." He smiled his amazing lopsided smile that made Sonny's heart melt.

"Oh . . . that." Sonny chuckled nervously, "Um . . . Listen, if-if we keep it on the down low would-would you like to-"

"Go out with you?" Chad finished. Sonny bit her lower lip, "If we keep it on the DL then maybe the Chad-ster will accept your-"

"Offer?" Sonny was the one to finish for him this time. They both laughed in unison.

"You'll have to still pretend like you hate me though." Chad said sympathetically, "You realize that, right?"

"When I look in the mirror, what do I see? I see . . . Tawni!" Tawni sing-songed, walking into the dressing room, oblivious to what had just happened. "Chad?" She growled.

"Tawni." He stood up, nodded once, and walked out.

"Wait!" Sonny called, "Don't you have to ask Tawni-" She froze, realizing he had never really had to ask Tawni something. She smiled to herself, feeling loved and cared for.

"You wanna share a salad?" Chad questioned, looking over the menu. Sonny chuckled. She still couldn't believe that her and Chad were having their first date. Of course, they had wanted a table inside so the photographers would leave them alone, but, with Sonny's luck, they were placed on the patio near the street. They had to keep hiding behind the menus.

"Nah, I don't like salad." Sonny's eyes grazed the menu one last time before shutting it, "How about fish?"

"I don't mind." Chad told the waiter they needed to keep the menus and they held them up to their faces, shielding them from the paparazzi that-thankfully-weren't around right now.

"Chad," Sonny began, "Do you think this will really work?"

"Will what work?" Chad said, scanning the streets for paparazzi.

"Us. You know . . . Dating? I mean, we're from rival shows." Sonny looked at him sympathetically.

"Sonny, it's fine. Besides, we won't see each other half the time while we're on set." He shrugged, "Listen to me." He set the menu down and grabbed her hands, "It'll all be fine." He leaned in and Sonny froze. Was he going to kiss her? She began to lean forward, squeezing her eyes shut. No, no, no, no. Her mind kept telling her to back away. That it was bad because they were from rival shows. This was an idiot thing to do. But it was too late, they had already kissed. And little did they know who caught it on camera.

Sonny was in the limo on her way to the studio the next morning when her phone buzzed. It was Lucy. "Lucy, tell me what's wrong now!" She pleaded, preparing herself for the tragic news.

"I'm sneaking-" She began, stopping for a moment.

"You're sneaking?"

"Hold on." She demanded. "I know right. I was like 'uh, loser much?'. Love you mom!" Sonny heard a door slam and Lucy returned to a cautious whisper, "I'm sneaking to California." Sonny nearly choked on her complimentary bagel.

"What!?" She shrieked, "You can't! You know how many days of school you'll be skipping? Your mom'll freak and-and report you missing and-and, I can't let you do that!"

"But I want to, Sonny!" Lucy emphasized, "It'll be fun, trust me. I can come to set with you. Besides, I've always wanted to be a director." Sonny sighed.

"Lucy, just," She glanced out the window and saw they were at the studio, "Just, promise me you'll wait for the summer, 'kay?" Before Lucy could answer, she hung up and stepped out of the limo.

"Fan mail!" The mail guy said as he pulled around with his mail cart. Tawni squealed as she pulled the large bag of fan mail inside the dressing room.

"Wow, popular much?" Sonny said sarcastically, "Oh, cool!" She said when she saw the small stack of four pieces of fan mail.

"Wow," Tawni rolled her eyes, "Not so popular much?" She cackled. Sonny ripped open the first letter.

Dear Sonny,

My name is Chase and I'm your number one fan! I've always wanted to be on So Random! and now I tell myself that if a nobody Wisconsin girl can do it, so can a nobody seven year old. Thanks! You're a big inspiration!

Signed,

Chase

The second said:

Sonny,

It's Amanda. Why am I sending you fan mail you might ask? Well, I'm definitely NOT your fan anymore. Lucy may have forgiven you but I haven't. Thanks for tearing us apart. God.

Amanda

The third said:

Sonny,

My name is Courtney and I'm a HUGE fan of you and your sketches! I am now writing my own sketches, some of which I have enclosed inside also. Hope you enjoy them!

Sincerely,

1 Fan,

Courtney

Sonny was already so depressed from Amanda's letter, she didn't bother opening the rest. The mail guy rolled around again and tossed a magazine inside the dressing room. Sonny's eyes widened when she saw the cover. A picture of her and Chad kissing. The headline read: Rivals or Romantics?

Sonny quickly snatched the picture. "Curt?" Tawni said, thinking she was talking to the mail guy. She was facing the mirror, applying make-up. "Curt, is that my People subscription?"

"N-No," Sonny lied, "It's my Tween Weekly subscription." She rolled her eyes and flopped on the couch, flipping to the cover story.

"You get that junk?" Tawni turned around on her swivel chair to face Sonny and shoot her a disgusted look.

"Uh, yeah! It's the-the bomb." Sonny scoffed and tried her best to hide the cover from Tawni.

"ALL SO RANDOM! CAST MEMBERS TO SET PLEASE. ALL CAST MEMBERS TO SET. THANK YOU!" The speaker announced. Sonny sighed and shoved the magazine under the cushion.

"Yay! Film time!" Tawni said, clapping her hands, "Time to show my sketch!" She quickly shuffled out of the dressing room. Sonny hung behind for a moment and took the magazine out one last time, staring at the magazine

"See?" She growled, "I told you it was a bad idea."