Summary:He's Chad Dylan Cooper for crying out loud! He can get any girl he wants... or so he thinks. So, how does he end up taking an unimpressed Sonny out on 26 alphabetized dates? A bet perhaps? Who will win? Pure Channy from A - Z!

Disclaimer:I do not own Sonny With A Chance, the Dodgers, Red Sox, or the book Alphabet Weekends.

A/N: Sorry the last chapter was a bit short. They look really long when I write them but when I actually post them they're like half the size :( Hopefully this one will be better! Again, thank you so much for the wonderful reviews. They make my day!

Alphabet Weekends

Baseball Game

3.

SPOV (Sonny)

It was now 4:30 on Sunday and Chad told me that he was going to be picking me up at 6 for date letter B. I didn't think that Chad would be taking me out again so soon for a couple reasons actually, a. because he was still extremely and utterly embarrassed from yesterday's incident and b. it was the big game between the Boston Red Sox and the Los Angeles Dodgers. I had assumed he would've been staying in his dressing room with all of his 'Falls' friends - if they ever were friends - with bottles of Coke and popcorn, screaming and rooting at the TV. But no, Chad calls me up and tells me to meet him in the parking lot at 6:00 sharp. He forced me to set my watch alarm so I wouldn't be late like last time. He is so controlling.

I decided I might as well beat the clock and get ready now. That would give me time to go back to the prop room and hang out with Nico and Grady, if they were even still here. I strided to the extra closet in the back of me and Tawni's dressing room (she insisted she get both mine and hers because she had twice the amount of clothes as I did) and looked around for what to wear. I pulled on a pair of white washed, ripped skinny jeans, along with a navy blue tank top and black vest. I left my hair in loose waves, not really in the mood to put effort into what it looked like, and added a bit of black eyeliner and mascara to my eyes. I looked fine for where ever we we going that night. I grabbed my purse and slipped on my black flip flops and headed out the door. I got to the prop room and surprisingly only Tawni was there, rather than Nico and Grady.

"Hey Tawni!" I said enthusiastically.

She didn't really seem to care and kept about her business with filing her nails.

"Hey..." she said oblivious to the fact I was bored and wanted to talk to somebody.

"What's going on?" I asked hopefully.

"Nothing, just pampering my pretty self as usual," she answered back calmly.

"Oh, well that's fun," I replied, less than enthusiastic. Tawni's always so into herself, sometimes more than Chad, which, being Chad, is hard to compete with. I got up to leave, already bored of the conversation, when Tawni finally decided to look up.

"Hey, why are you dressed so cute?" she questioned suspiciously.

"Uhh... no reason," I rendered back, feeling the prickle of heat coming onto my forehead. I couldn't let her know that I was going out with Chad, even if it was just to prove a bet. She'd think I was lying.

"Uhh... yes there is a reason. Sonny, are you going on a date?!" she squealed.

"No, I'm-" I was cut short by my watch alarm going off. Thank god! I owe Chad for this one. "Oops, sorry gotta go. I'm gonna be late! Night Tawn," I said quickly as I hastily left the room.

"Wait, Sonny where are you going?!" I heard Tawni's voice shout until I was finally in the parking lot and the sound of moving cars drowned out her calls. I looked around for Chad's car, unable to find it, until I heard the loud, obnoxious honking from a vehicle about a foot away from where I was standing.

"Rude much?" I asked agitated, while seating myself in the passenger seat and slamming the door after me.

"Annoying much?" He replied.

"Vapid much?"

"Hey! I for one have a very strong character."

"Exactly! Let's name all of the traits. Cockiness, narcissism, insensitivity, inconsiderate, cold hea-" I was on a roll before he butted in.

"Great! Well aren't those just wonderful! Let's name all of yours which are probably so much better! Obnoxious, way too enthusiastic, way too peppy, way too smiley, way too -" this time I cut him short.

"At least I have an expanded vocabulary!" I yelled.

"At least I can look good in any situation!" he back talked.

"What are you inferring?"

"I think you know what I'm inferring."

"Jerk."

"Random."

It was silent for a few moments. Chad kept busy steering towards our next date location and I was drawing invisible circles on my leg. Immediately, I got bored and reached towards the stereo system, flicking up the power switch into the on position. I turned on my favorite station and started singing along loudly to 'Paranoid' by Jonas Brothers. I could feel Chad glaring furiously at me as he flicked the switch into the off position. I instantly turned it back on. Then he turned it off. Then I turned it on and even increased the volume as I started singing again.

"Can you stop?! I'm trying to concentrate on the road!" he yelled as he, again, turned the stereo off.

"God Chad, you're so annoying!" I remarked as I fell back into my seat and waited there impatiently and unhappily until we reached our destination. I had really hoped that tonight would be a slight bit better than yesterday but I guess not. I basically decided I would make him miserable all night long.

CPOV (Chad)

I was about to smack Sonny, not that I ever could, or would, hit a girl, its just a matter of expression. She and I were standing on thin ice. I felt like hitting the reverse petal in the car and taking her all the way back to the studio lot but I couldn't do that. Well, at least not for my sake. I had spent a load of money getting box seats to the big game between the Dodgers and the Red Sox and just because I had little Sonny here, didn't mean I was going to let her ruin my fun.

I pulled my baby, yes my car, into the stadium parking lot where I had my own personal VIP parking space. The space took awhile to obtain because the workers had to scrub off Zac Efron's name painted on it, but it was totally worth it. I took the keys out of the ignition, spinning them around in my hands, as Sonny stepped out of the passenger seat.

"Are you kidding me?" she said with a dead serious look on her face.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"This is where you're taking me?! To a Red Sox versus Dodgers game!?" she asked in disbelief.

"Um, yeah. That's why we're here. Wow, you are so stupid sometimes," I muttered.

"Ugh, Chad! If you're trying to make a girl fall in love with you, you shouldn't bring them to places where only you get enjoyment," she said.

"I thought baseball games were classic dates ideas! And I didn't come here for you. I wanted to watch my favorite team crush the Red Sox, unfortunately I had to use this as one of our dates. It started with a B after all," I explained.

"Yeah, well I hope the Dodgers lose," she stated.

"You take that back!" I said it utter disbelief.

"You make me," she retaliated.

"Ugh, lets go." I grabbed her hand and yanked her towards the gate. I basically had to drag her all the way to the seats, which by the way, were on the complete opposite side of the parking lot. She wouldn't budge. It was like force feeding a child. We finally arrived at our seats which had the perfect view of the field. Sonny still seemed unimpressed. I shoved a Dodgers shirt in her lap and told her to put it on. She refused and told me she was going to the bathroom. I agreed with a sigh of relief.

Finally, some piece and quiet, I thought.

It felt much too soon when I heard Sonny coming to sit back down. I turned to look at her and my jaw fell to the ground. She was decked out from head to toe in Red Sox fan apparel. She had the 'B' hat, the Jacoby Ellsberry jersey, the necklaces, the mug, the posters, the foam finger, the earrings, and even the shoe laces, which she ever so cleverly wrapped around her flip flops.

"What do you think your doing?!" I screeched, my voice sounding higher than usual.

"Rooting for the better team," she answered simply, shrugging.

"Traitor!" I yelled.

"How am I a traitor if I never actually liked the Dodgers?"

I gasped.

She smirked.

At that moment, the traditional baseball music sounded and the game began.

"Play ball!" the ump shouted.

I shook away the annoying thoughts of Sonny which congested my brain and focused intensely on the game. I knew that the Dodgers were going to win. They're amazing, just like me.

Midway into it, I ordered over some pretzels and cokes for us. I devoured mine within one inning. Sonny left hers untouched. Instead, she was standing on her chair, clapping her hands, and screaming every Red Sox cheer she could possibly think up at the top of her lungs. She waved around in front of me, purposely blocking my view. I wanted to scream at her but that would cause a scene and she'd have even more over me. I knew she was having a good time agitating me to death.

The Red Sox had a lead of 5 and the Dodgers were still at 2. Sonny kept on mocking me until the point where I was about to break. I wasn't enjoying the game at all and the only thing I could concentrate on was to try and not concentrate on Sonny. I was losing my mind! She was now standing in front of me, as I was sitting on my seat with a soda in my hand. I was moving my head up and down and side to side, trying to get a better view but she kept jumping in the way. She was flailing around drastically, probably looking like a complete lunatic, but she didn't seem to care. As long as I couldn't see.

I finally lost it. The Red Sox and Dodgers were now tied and there was only one inning left. I found myself so anxious to see how the game ended I didn't actually care about yelling at Sonny anymore. This was in no way a "date" anymore. She was still in front of me, jumping around wildly. I was furious, I had to stop her. As I jumped out of my seat, she spun around abruptly, knocking my soda from my hand and sending its contents all over me. Her jaw hung down as she saw what just happened but then instantly started doubling over laughing. Sonny was now practically laying on the ground in the stands, laughing to death. I was just standing there, unmoved, with an unbelievable look on my face and soaked with a large cup of Coke. I could hardly believe it. And as if that moment couldn't get any worse, the best player on the Red Sox hit a home run and scurried around all four bases, winning the game. The crowd roared with excitement as the Sox piled onto one another cheering and hugging. The Dodgers looked miserable as they walked back into their box, crushed from losing. I guess that team and I have more in common than I thought.

I looked back at Sonny who was back on her feet, smiling and clapping her hands for the Red Sox who just took the glory. A sudden fire burned inside of me. I turned to face her.

"You ruin everything! All I wanted to do was enjoy myself at this game and you go and make me miserable!" I yelled.

"Well, last time I checked, this wasn't about you! This was supposed to be a date and since you didn't treat it like one, well, I didn't either," she retorted fiercely.

"That doesn't give you rights to jump around like a lunatic and spill my soda all over me!" I shouted back as I grabbed some napkins, trying to get the remainder of the drink off of me. I never actually saw Sonny so rude. I know she was trying to get back at me but that didn't mean she had to be this mean.

"Ugh! Just be quiet and take me home!" she demanded, with no other sass left to give me.

"Fine!" I yelled.

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

With that I grabbed her hand and dragged her out just like I had to do before. We got to my precious car and sped out of there as fast as possible. I needed a break.

SPOV (Sonny)

Although, I had so much fun bugging Chad on our "date," I did feel kind of guilty going overboard at the end. He was a jerk and all but he didn't really deserve that, did he? No, actually he did.

"I still cannot believe what you did!" he uttered.

"I still cannot believe you were being so conceited on a 'date,'" I answered.

"You were worse!" he blamed on me.

"Listen! Okay, I know I went a little over the top but, I guess I'm sorry. I don't really know what got into me because I'm never really that mean but, when I am you are always the cause of it. So, don't think I'm being truly apologetic right now. You should also be saying sorry," I declared.

"Chad Dylan Cooper does not apologize," he said harshly.

"Yeah, didn't think so," I muttered as I slouched into my seat and picked up my cellphone.

"Who are you texting?" he questioned.

"None of your business!" I sneered.

He huffed and veered his eyes towards the road, pressing down a little harder on the petal. I could tell he was anxious to get me home.

I looked back down at my phone and typed a note to myself.

Chad Dylan Cooper will apologize.

I clicked save, knowing that would have be my motivation for the next 24 dates.

We arrived at my house rather quickly and I jumped out of the car, slamming the door behind me, before he even had a chance to fully push down on the brakes. He rolled down the window.

"Bye," I spat harshly.

"Bye," he repeated as he started rolling up the window.

I ran to the door step of my house and flung open the door, about to slam it close when I heard Chad shout, "Oh, Sonny! Wear something comfortable tomorrow for C! You might get wet!" I could tell he was smirking, even though I hadn't turned around.

I stormed inside and groaned. Where could we possibly be going now?

All fighting this chapter, mwahaha :)

Don't worry they'll realize their feelings soon enough.

I'm thinking maybe around J or K.

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