Sonny's POV
The club was full of people by nine thirty, and Chad Dylan Cooper was yet to come. We'd all practiced how we'd react when he came through the doors in five minutes' time. Until then, Will had me working my butt off serving customers. Unfortunately, loads of people were too lazy to get their own drinks so this meant that I'd have to see that toad Caleb more than I'd like.

I set down my tray on the gleaming counter and waited for Caleb to finish schmoozing an actress and come and serve me. When he did, I gave him my order, rather curtly.

He whistled at my biting tone as he wiped down some shot glasses, "What's eating at you sweetheart?"

"Don't call me that," I snapped as he loaded my tray. He smiled, amused, acting as if this afternoon never happened.

"How can you act like that?" I asked, annoyed.

"Like what?"

"As if you forgot about this afternoon," I elaborated, feeling my temper rise. He leaned forward so that his lips were barely brushing mine, "I could never forget about that. But if I did, would you care to remind me?"

I scowled and roughly pushed his chest far away from me. He stumbled back, but he was laughing. He blew me a kiss, and that's when I decided I'd been here too long. I picked up my tray and waltzed off, but not before catching Cassidy's glare. I frowned and rolled my eyes at her. What is her problem?!

Just as I was setting down the drinks on the customer's table (eep! It's JUSTIN BEIBER!) with such grace and composure (I screamed and begged for his autograph), I heard everyone go completely silent. Either they heard my fan-girling (oh please no!) or Chad Dylan Cooper is here ( oh please YES)! Justin and I turned to the main entrance with equal curiosity, and then the spotlight was shining brightly on Mr. Condor and a very surprised Chad Dylan Cooper.

I swear I almost fainted.

The whole crowd chorused 'surprise' to the birthday boy before bursting into cheers. The Biebs left my side to go meet his friend – without my autograph – and left my swooning in my spot. Just being in the same room as Chad Dylan Cooper – never mind all these other A-Listers – was so deliciously unreal to me that I could just burst.

I walked back to a secluded area at the bar and sat there with a dreamy smile on my face as I imagined all the possibilities that could happen.

Will could get me to sing again and Chad would hear me and fall in love with my voice. "oh Sonny," he'd say, "your voice is AMAZING! Do you want to collaborate on next album?"

"Of course, Chad," I'd reply, all graceful-like, and by the end of the year, I'd be schmoozing with the likes of Beyoncé, Kelly Clarkson, Will. , Selena Gomez, One Direction and of course y newest bestie Chad.

Or, he'd come over and ask me to dance, and I'd agree. The DJ would play a slow song, and we'd stare into each other's eyes, and fall in love. He'd sweep me off my feet and we'd end up throwing a wedding more glamorous than William and Kate's wedding. I'd literally be swimming in a tub of money and driving the coolest cars around...

"Dreaming about me?" Caleb's voice cut through my fantasies like a cold blade. I cringed as I thought about what my life would be like with Caleb. I'd be with a bartender, I'd probably end up living in my parent's basement with him. I'd spend all day taking care of loads of irritating kids while he downgraded and worked at a grocery store for eighteen hours and for minimum wage.

I let out a shudder at the thought and shook my head violently. Hey, at least our kids would look like angels.

...I didn't just think that, right?!

"Unfortunately," I responded, ready to get back to work. I stood up, but Caleb grabbed my wrist and stopped me from going anywhere.

"What now?!"

He licked his lips, and I shivered once again. "I just want to apologize for acting the way i did earlier on. I'm sorry." I stopped and searched his face, which was void of any remorse.

"No you're not," I snarled, trying to wriggle out of his iron grip. You'd think that getting away would be easy considering the counter that separated us.

"Okay, maybe I'm not," he admitted, "But I just don't understand, Sonny. Loads of girls have always wanted me. Why're you different?"

"I have class," I shot back, "now let me go, Caleb, or else..!"

"Or else what?" he asked, but his tone was light, as if we were playing around. I scowled. I thought of the possibilities: grabbing my tube of lip gloss and shoving it up his nose, grabbing his hair in my fist and smashing his face on to the countertop, screaming for help...

"Or else I'll beat the shit outta you."

I didn't say that. Caleb didn't say that. So who did? It wasn't Will, or Mark. In fact, I think I've only heard this voice speak on TV...

I whirled around as best as I could, "Chad Dylan Cooper! Oh my gosh, I'm a huge fan! Can I have an autograph?!" I'm pretty sure I saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes, but then it disappeared when he looked over my shoulder. Caleb was now looking a little uncertain, but his fingers still locked around my wrist.

"Let her go," he repeated, "Or otherwise things'll get ugly. And I want to enjoy my birthday, thanks."

"Listen, man, we were just talking," Caleb replied, "Nothing was going on."

Chad's eyes flickered down to me, as did Caleb's, and I realised they wanted me to confirm. I squirmed, my cheeks heating up.

"I, uh..." I stammered, "Well, Caleb, I did ask you to leave me alone and you didn't so I guess it wasn't exactly nothing..."

Caleb's mouth dropped. He stared at me with disbelief, making me feel guilty for some reason. I haven't figured that part out yet. Chad triumphantly smirked at him and gently pulled me away from Caleb.

Just at this precise moment, Will made an appearance, looking as impeccable as ever in some black jeans, a black and white striped cotton shirt and a black blazer with the sleeves rolled up. He had left the top buttons undone for a more casual look. I have to say, he looked really good.

"Mr. Cooper, is everything alright?" he asked, glancing nervously between us three. I guess he had sense to be nervous – the birthday boy was having a stare down with the head bartender as he grasped the anxious looking waitress protectively.

"Not anymore," he replied smoothly, "Although you might wanna talk to your staff about the way they treat customers." It took us a second to realise that by 'customer' he meant me. I fingered my rather short white dress and decided on whether I should correct him or not. Caleb just smugly looked at Chad.

"FYI, sir," he began, "she's my-"

"Of course, sir, I'll see to it. Enjoy the rest of your evening," Will interrupted him, holding a hand up to silence him. Although I think his glare was scary enough to do that on its own.

Chad nodded and began to drag me off with him. "Uh, where are you taking me?" I asked, unsure. Will was still watching us, I could feel it.

Chad stopped walking to look at me with a smile on his face, "I want to dance with you," he said matter-of-factly. I blushed and looked over at Will, who was watching us with eyebrows raised ever so slightly.

"What, is he your boyfriend or something?" he asked. I blushed ever redder at this thought and shook my head, unable to form words. Chad Dylan Cooper actually wants to dance with ME! Little old me! I guess my second fantasy will come true then!

...Unless Will forbids it.

I looked over at him with pleading eyes and he reluctantly nodded okay. I smiled and Chad led me off to the dance floor. As we wove through the thick throng of people, a bunch of celebrities asked Chad to dance but he all turned them down. For me.

I swear I almost collapsed right then and there. Chad Dylan Cooper would rather dance with me than a glossy Hollywood actress. How awesome is that?

He pulled me to him, just as the current song ended and a slow song began. I stopped slightly, unsure of what me next move was. He smirked at me and pulled my body flush against his, swaying with me to the beat. My cheeks were feeling hot again but I buried my face in the crook of his neck. His hot breath tickled my ear, and I had to stop myself from pinching my arm.

Feeling courageous, I raised my head and looked at him. His face looked even more perfect up close than on TV – if such a thing was possible. His sparkly blue eyes glittered as he smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back.

"So... why'd you want to dance with me?" I found myself asking.

Chad's eyes roamed my face before he even answered my question. "I don't know. I just suddenly wanted to. Besides, you're beautiful." I blushed once again, and he smiled, looking amused and proud.

I think he just likes making me blush.

Chad's POV
To say I was freaked out when Mr. Condor showed up outside my bedroom door tonight would be a huge understatement.

I didn't know what to think. Was I in trouble? Or was I about to get some mind blowing good news?

But even then, he never randomly shows up in my house in the night to tell me anything. So what was the crime this time?

I scrambled to my feet and practically ran across my room, grateful that my housekeeper had cleaned it up.

"M-Mr. Condor, sir, what a pleasant surprise!" I exclaimed trying to appear cool and collected, like he was. He merely sauntered into my room and looked around.

"Please, come in," I muttered to myself. "What brings you here?" I asked him. He turned to me with a bored expression on his face.

"Go get your clothes, boy. You're coming with me to drop off my mother at the airport."

"Your mother? Why would I have to-" I stopped mid sentence and gulped at his glare.

"Now!"

"R-right away, sir," I stammered, running into the bathroom. To be honest, I didn't really suspect anything, you know? I've woken up at two am to get Mr. Condor's cheese because his usual delivery boy called in sick. I've had to pick up his coffee or dry cleaning countless times before so this wasn't really a shock. As I threw on a pair of jeans, a graphic shirt and my favorite leather jacket, I thought about how pathetic my life was.

I mean, spending my 18th birthday dropping off an ancient old lady at the airport was not my idea of fun. All I did today was film some scenes, do an interview with Cheetah Beat magazine and go out for a birthday lunch with the Randoms and a few family members. Then I went home and Skyped with the rest of my family until they had to go.

Yep. Pretty sad, eh? One of the biggest celebrities in the world had the lamest birthday celebration of the year.

I found Mr. Condor in the foyer, observing some pictures I'd hung up of my family and me. I grabbed my phone and wallet and cleared my throat a little. Mr. Condor looked over at me for a second before swiftly walking out to the waiting limo outside. I followed, locking my door.

The entire way there, Mr. Condor talked away on his phone. I sat quietly, playing Angry Birds on my phone to pass the time. When we stopped, I looked out the tinted window.

"This isn't LAX..." I muttered, eyeing the thick foliage around me. Why was I taken to the middle of no where?! Was I in so much trouble that Condor decided to behead right here where there were no eye witnesses?!

I knew coming in late yesterday was going to bite me in the butt!

Condor got out of the car but didn't close the door. He was obviously waiting for me to come out. What if I take a step out and walk into a knife?! What then?

"Come on, boy! Time is money, and you're wasting mine!"

I gulped and scurried over the plush leather seating and reluctantly got out of the car. Condor shut the door behind me with a grunt and started walking into the mesh of pine trees. I stood, dumbfounded, until his voice called back to me. I followed the sound of his voice, half hoping a wild animal would attack me before he got the chance to. I finally caught up to Mr. Condor. We walked in silence for a while.

"You know, boy," he started, "I normally never do this kind of thing for my workers."

What kind of thing? Feed them to the pack of wolves you've been secretly raising the past few years?

"...but you, Cooper, you're different. Extremely annoying? Yes. Unorganized? Heck yeah. But you're a good kid... usually, and you work incredibly hard, which, of course, means more money for me. My point is, don't change."

I nodded, surprised. This was the nicest thing Condor had ever said to me, not that it meant a lot. But it was a surprise.

"Thank you, sir," I said. He made a sound of satisfaction, though I couldn't see his face in the dark of the night.

"Meh, don't get used to it, okay?"

The thickness of trees started to thin out, and soon we were walking on pavement again. To my surprise, we were standing in a parking lot. Maybe this is where his mom is? As we weaved through the cars, a huge crowd of people and music came into view. They all seemed to be having the time of their lives, unlike me.

Once we got closer, I realized it was that new club everyone was talking about. I'd wanted to go, of course, but I never really got around to it. But the Randoms have been here a couple times, and they say it's awesome.

A strange feeling of curiosity and excitement washed over me. Was Mr. Condor really here to pick up his mom? Or...

Could he be here for... me?!

The idea is so absurd, so unreal I almost couldn't believe it. I started to smile a little – okay I lie, I was smirking a lot – at the thought of Mr. Condor – the only person on this world who's meaner than Simon Cowell – doing something nice for me. Me, out of every other celebrity he's worked with.

Take that Zac Efron! I've got one over you now! HA!

At the very front of the club there was a red carpet leading to the dark glass doors. On either side of them stood a buff bodyguard with dark shades on. As we approached the door, one of them stepped forward to open the huge door for us.

"Enjoy your evening, Mr. Cooper," he said. My smirk grew a little at this. I bet that's never happened to Efron!

The moment I stepped foot in the club, I was instantly impressed. From where I was standing, I could see LA's twinkling city lights. The club itself was awesome.

The music stopped playing, and suddenly a bright, hot spotlight hit me. I gave the crowd one of my famous Chad-tastic smile while they screamed 'surprise' to me.

Mr. Condor patted me on the back and left me to party for the evening. I grinned as the music started to play once again. I went around, looking for Nico, and stopping to talk to a bunch of my friends on the way. I was in a conversation with my ex-costar Portlyn when Zac Efron passed by.

"Hey man, awesome party," he said holding up his shot glass. I scowled, "What are you doing here?"

Zac grinned, "Newsflash, Macky, Condor likes me." I frowned at the use of my nickname – Macky.

It all started when Efron over there guest starred on Mackenzie Falls a while ago. He found the show extremely amusing instead of dramatic and gave me the nickname Macky, after my character. And I hate that nickname. And he knows it.

"Whatever," I said, at a loss of a good comeback at the moment. Efron chuckled and went off to dance. Nico appeared beside me with a brunette on his arm. She looked familiar. Wasn't she my date for tonight? What's her name again..?

"Hey, birthday boy!" he exclaimed, punching me in the arm. I grinned and rubbed my arm, "did you know about this?"

"Man, everyone knew about this," he replied with a laugh, "and this babe right here is Ali, your date." I diverted my eyes to Ali and smiled.

"Hey Ali."

"Hi," she smiled. Nico pushed her towards me, "okay, so you guys have fun! I'll be with Kim if you guys need me. So, try not to need me." And then he was gone.

The night went on, and I actually tried with Ali. She was very nice and all, but I just didn't feel any romantic feelings towards her. We danced, drank, and talked. She was also incredibly funny, but even she agreed that we should just be friends. After a few hours, I left her with Tawni and started conversing with Justin Beiber. In the middle of our conversation, I noticed a girl by the bar.

To say she was beautiful would be a huge understatement – practically an insult. Her long, dark hair stood out against her fair, slightly tanned skin in the most attractive way possible. The skin tight dress hugged her curves in a sexy yet innocent way. I drowned out Justin and watched as she talked to the bartender.

"Hey, dude, who's that?" I asked, interrupting whatever Justin was saying. He looked over at the bar and shrugged, "Just some fan I met earlier. I don't really know her." Then, he smirked at me.

"..But she's cute, eh?"

I found myself nodding quickly in agreement, making Justin shake his head and mutter, "you're whipped and you don't even know her name."

I rolled my eyes, "Do you?"

Justin scratched the back of his neck and thought, "I think her name's Someny or something? I dunno. She asked for an autograph but I forgot to give her one..."

I looked over at her again, and this time she seemed to be having a fight with the bartender. He was holding her wrist, and she looked like she wanted to kick him in the balls. I frowned. Beside me, Justin whistled, also watching the scene.

"Trouble in paradise," he grinned, taking a swing of his... whatever alcoholic drink he was taking. I wrinkled my nose at that.

"How much have you drunk?"

He shrugged, turning his glass around in his hands, "maybe one or two..."

"Liar," I said knowingly, shaking my head.

"Okay, maybe around five or something..."

"Don't drive tonight," I said over my shoulder to him. Though, I doubt he heard it. Ah well. I was too busy walking over to sort out what was happening with this guy and the beautiful unnamed girl.

"Or else what?" the bartender was asking. I scowled.

"Or else I'll beat the shit outta you." This got both their attention.

The girl turned a little to face me, "Chad Dylan Cooper! Oh my gosh, I'm a huge fan! Can I have an autograph?!" I looked at her in amusement. I mean, who asks for an autograph when they're being harassed by some jerk? This thought made me shoot a dirty look over at the bartender.

"Let her go," I repeated, "Or otherwise things'll get ugly. And I want to enjoy my birthday, thanks."

"Listen, man, we were just talking," the guy replied, "Nothing was going on."

My eyes flickered down to the girl, as did the other guy's, looking for an answer from the girl. Where you in trouble? I wondered as I stared into her eyes.

"I, uh..." she stammered, "Well, Caleb, I did ask you to leave me alone and you didn't so I guess it wasn't exactly nothing..."

This Caleb guy stared at her with disbelief, his jaw dropped. I triumphantly smirked at him before gently pulling the girl from his grasp.

Just as this was happening, yet another guy showed up. This one, I noted, looked a lot like the girl. Was he her brother or something?

"Mr. Cooper, is everything alright?" he asked, glancing nervously between us three. I guess he kind of had a good reason to be nervous – the birthday boy was having a stare down with the bartender as he grasped his anxious looking sister protectively. But why would he care? Because his sister was in the picture? Or maybe he worked here. Or both.

"Not anymore," I replied smoothly, "Although you might wanna talk to your staff about the way they treat customers." I said this, directly glaring at the bartender. He looked confused for a moment, before smugly smirking at me. My glare darkened. I hope he realises that I can get him fired.

"FYI, sir," he began, "she's my-"

"Of course, sir, I'll see to it. Enjoy the rest of your evening," the brother interrupted him, sending a glare at Caleb, was it? Or was it Cody?

I nodded and began to drag the girl off with me. Is it weird that I wanted to get to know her better? "Uh, where are you taking me?" she asked me. I stopped, actually smiling at her. Then I realised the guy who might be her brother was watching us. I hope he's not one of those scary overprotective brothers.

"I want to dance with you," I said simply, making her blush. I swear, I felt like I was on cloud nine. She looked even more attractive than before when she blushed. I suddenly made it my mission in life to make her blush more often.

Then, she sent a worried glance at the guy who was watching us. I suddenly don't think they're siblings.

"What, is he your boyfriend or something?" he asked. She shook her head, turning a nice shade of red.

The guy nodded at us and I led her over to the dance floor. A lot of people asked to dance with me, but I turned them down. I never imagined I'd reject a Tisdale or a Cyrus. Ever. But then again, they were nothing compared to this girl.

Oh great... fifteen minutes and I'm already turning into a big sap. I guess Justin was right. I am whipped.

I pulled her frame close, wrapping my arms around her waist. A slow song began to play, making her stop, unsure. I smirked down at her and pulled her even closer, swaying to the slow beat. She put her head in my chest. I inhaled her fruity scent.

She looked up at me, her deep brown eyes staring at mine with curiosity.

"So... why'd you want to dance with me?" she asked. I blinked, not expecting this. Actually, I don't know what I was expecting. I didn't really expect to find a girl this captivating tonight. My eyes found themselves lingering on her lips for a few seconds before I answered her question.

Chad's eyes roamed my face before he even answered my question. "I don't know. I just suddenly wanted to. Besides, you're beautiful." This made her blush, which almost made me laugh.

It seems to me that anything – no matter how cheesy it is – can make her blush. Isn't that something...

I think I just like making her blush.

"So who was that guy?" I asked. She frowned.

"Just this guy who likes me. I mean, everyone knows that, and everyone knows I don't like him but he doesn't give up," she replied, smiling towards the end.

"And that other guy?"

"Oh you mean Will? He's just my friend. Well, he's my boss first, obviously, but I don't know. I think he'd want to be my friend first."

"Or maybe he wants you," I said matter-of-factly. Then I scrunched my nose in thought. Where'd that come from? She sighed and shook her head, "that's what they all say. But that's never going to happen, trust me." I smiled.

"Okay. Then I'll trust you."

And I did.

We told each other a lot of stories. I bought her some drinks. When the Randoms gathered everyone to the VIP area so that I could blow the candles on my huge chocolate cake, just before I blew out my candles, I winked at the girl and blew out my candles.

What did I wish for? You know the rules. If I tell you it won't come true...

...but I'll tell you anyway. What? It'll obviously come true with or without my wish. I mean come on, I'm Chad Dylan Cooper.

I wished that Id' get to keep her. Every girlfriend I've had always ends up slipping through my fingers. But she's different – and I can't let her go.

This, of course, didn't go unnoticed by Nico. He raised his eyebrows at me and then glanced at the girl.

That's when I realised that we'd talked about everything and anything for hours on end and I still didn't know her name. While everyone was clamoring for cake, I managed to pull the girl away privately for a few minutes.

"Chad this is the best birthday ever," she exclaimed, her eyes dancing with happiness. I shrugged and casually leaned against the wall, taking her soft hands in mine.

"You know, you know my name, and I still don't know yours. Is that really fair?" I asked, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. She smiled and looked me in the eye.

"I'm Sonny," she said, embarrassed, "I guess that's a little overdue though."

"Sonny," I repeated, smiling. She nodded, "Yep, that's what I said."

Neither of us said anymore for a few minutes. "Can I have your number, Sonny?"

She looked taken aback. "You want my number?"

"Yeah," I said, "I want to see more of you."

Sonny smiled and fumbled around, looking for somewhere to write on. I searched my pockets for any writing material but came up with none. I didn't have my phone because Nico was using it to do something or the other. Somehow when we were together, he always wound up using my phone. Sonny took a tube of lipgloss from her pocket and rolled up the sleeve of my jacket. I smirked at her, "what are you doing?"

"Giving you my number," she replied in a 'duh' tone. As she wrote her number on m y arm, I watched her face again for the millionth time that night. Or was it now morning? I didn't really know or care. Before I could stop myself, I raised my free hand and held her chin up before I kissed her. The whole night I'd been aching to do this, especially when I watched her take slow sips from her shot glass earlier on. It nearly killed me. I put everything I had into the kiss, and was only driven on when she kissed me back. My hand traveled from her face down to her waist so that I could pull her closer. Unfortunately, she was suddenly ripped from me.

I opened my eyes, still numb from shock. Sonny was being held by Will, was it? His expression was unreadable, though I don't think I wanted to be able to read what he was feeling. Sonny looked embarrassed and guilty for some reason.

"Wh-Sonny, what's going on?" I sputtered, confused. She opened her mouth to speak, but Will beat her to it.

"Sorry, but Sonny is urgently needed right away," he explained, actually looking remorseful. I opened my mouth and closed it, still in shock. Sonny bit her lip and could only look at me helplessly as Will dragged her away. Within seconds, they disappeared from view, swallowed by the thick throng of people. Raising my arm, I searched for Sonny's number. My heart sank at the sight. Something must have rubbed on it, so I could only see 555-01... and then the rest was a blurred mesh.

As I watched everyone around me celebrate, I felt like the wind was knocked out of me. I'd just let her slip through my fingers.

Phew! That's done at last! Please, please guys, please review! I'm, like, begging and pleading right now. Pleading and begging. Even grovelling. Please review! And I know CDC seemed a little OC in this chapter, but please bear with me here! It's late at night right now where I'm at and I'm tired.

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