So…..this doesn't have much to do with SWAC, but has anybody ever noticed that little girl that played Dakota Condor on SWAC? Does Disney just use her as a general little girl? I mean, she was on Hannah Montana, she was on SWAC, she does that Leo Little's Big Show thing, and now she's on the newest Disney show, Good Luck Charlie. Her name, weirdly enough, is Genevieve Hannelius. That is a really big name for such a little girl. But ANYway……..back to the story. Thanks to who reviewed and put me in their favorites and story alerts J. Unfortunately, I do not own SWAC.

Sonny's POV

I walked into me and Tawni's dressing room and flopped down on the tiger print couch, sighing loudly. Would the chaos never end? Chad ruined my interview with Santiago Heraldo. I did get that footage of him admitting to sabotaging my interview just so he wouldn't look like America's most hated puppy shover, but something in me just couldn't give it to Santiago. Maybe it was how Chad gave me props and said we should hang out sometime. Maybe it was how I just wasn't a hateful, spite-filled person. But I just couldn't do it.

"Bad day?" Tawni said, looking at me with unnatural concern.

"Nah, Chad's just getting to me. God, I hate him."

"Really, Sonny? Can you really hate Chad Dylan Cooper?" I swiveled around to see Chad step out of Tawni's closet. Tawni screamed and jumped up on her chair, yelling, "Don't take my purse!" I rolled my eyes at Tawni's behavior and glared at Chad.

"What are you doing here? This is a girl's dressing room, and this is Chuckle City, two places you shouldn't be. What do you want?" Chad grinned at Tawni's naïve actions before he turned in my direction.

"I can't come visit my favorite Random?"

"I'm your favorite Random?" I asked, a slow smile spreading across my face.

Tawni jumped off of her chair, fixed her hair in the mirror and then faced us. "No, I'm his favorite because I'm pretty!"

"Actually, my favorite is Zara."

I rolled my eyes for the second time in under two minutes. "Chad, her name is Zora." Chad's smirk evaporated and he turned for the door. "I have somewhere to be…………………Portlyn needs to run lines. That's a theater term for--" His smirk had returned.

"--Learning your part. Chad, we're not retarded." Now I had a smirk of my own.

"Well, fine."

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Fine!"

"So we're good then?" Chad winked at me as I walked toward him. My response was to put my hand on the small of his back--wow, he was really kinda buff--and shove him out the door. Why did he come here? And why was he hiding in Tawni's closet?

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Chad's POV

Earlier that day, I had gotten a text from my cousin, Angie- Have you seen So Random lately? It's gotten pretty damn funny. This was bad. This was very, very bad. Angie and her family--her husband Dave, and their two kids: Amelia, who's four and Bud, who just turned one--all lived in a nowhere town in Delaware. They weren't supposed to think So Random was funny! They were supposed to kneel down at my knees and have an undying glove for Mackenzie Falls, just like everyone else in the country. It was America's number one tween drama, after all.

So after than unnerving text, which I did not respond to, I decided to check in with Sonny and all the other Randoms. But when I got to Sonny's dressing room, nobody was in there, so I started to snoop around in Sonny's stuff. There was nothing interesting on her desk. It did surprise me that she didn't have any makeup on it or in the drawers, though. Most girls usually had stuff like eyeliner and lipstick and mascara in their vanity. (A/N: Not vanity like being vain, vanity like a dresser with a mirror that people use when they put on makeup and do their hair and things like that. Sonny's not vain lol). Sonny did, beside the picture of her and her cousin, have a picture of her and her mother and another of her and a little toddler, a girl with dirty blonde hair down to her waist that curled at the ends and little-kid chubbiness. The girl--she looked to be about three or four--had dark blue eyes and a bright smile, and was being held on Sonny's hip. She actually looked kind of like Sonny, which made me think that she had to be Sonny's sister, or another one of Sonny's cousins.

I set the picture down back where it was and got down to check what was under her vanity. The only thing I saw was an old shoebox. I picked it up, examining it in the light before opening it. Inside it was a shredded piece of paper with what looked to be like--OH MY GOD. Sonny did not shred a picture of Chad Dylan Cooper. Especially a picture I had personally signed and--very small and secretly--put my phone number on. Had she seen the number? I didn't think so. If she had seen the number, she would have called me.

I got off the floor and gazed around the room for more possible dirt on Sonny or the other girl, the blonde. Sonny's phone was on her bed. That was weird; Sonny usually had her phone on her in case one of her people from Wisconsin called. Hmmmmmm…………I grabbed her phone and went to her contacts, only mildly surprised to see my name in the list. So she did get my number off the back of the picture. But then why hasn't she called me?

I put her number in my phone…….for blackmail purposes, I told myself. But before I had a chance to do any more scavenging, I heard Sonny and Blondie's footsteps in the hall outside Blondie's entrance to the room. Need somewhere to hide…………Blondie's closet! I ran into the pink-coated closet and hid behind a rack of dresses. In the room, I heard a thud of something heavy hitting a couch, and Sonny's sigh. She sounds kinda sad. I wonder why?

"Bad day?" Blondie asked Sonny. I could easily detect the fake concern in the blonde's voice. I just hoped Sonny could see it for what it was and didn't think Blondie actually cared. Wait, why did I care? Anything that divided the Randoms was good for the Falls.

"Nah, Chad's just getting to me. God, I hate him." Something in my stomach sank at that. She really hated me? It was time to make my dramatic entrance.

"Really, Sonny? Can you really hate Chad Dylan Cooper?" I stepped out of Blondie's closet to see Sonny swirl around and look terrified, at least until she recognized me. Then she just looked annoyed…..and something else I couldn't place.

"What are you doing here, Chad? This is a girl's dressing room, and this is Chuckle City, two places you shouldn't be. What do you want?" I looked at Blondie hopping on her chair, grinned, and looked back at Sonny.

"I came to visit my favorite Random." Crap. Why did I say that? I mean, it's true, but Sonny doesn't need to know that. And what do I mean, it's true? It can't be true. I can't like a Random. Randoms are the enemy.

Sonny's gaze softened towards me as she smiled. "I'm you're favorite Random?" Stupid Blondie jumped off of her chair and ruined the moment by saying: "No, I'm his favorite because I'm pretty!" Blondie was okay to look at, but she had nothing on Sonny. Sonny looked at Blondie like she was about to rip her hair out, so I stepped in and said,

"Actually, my favorite is Zara." That was her name, wasn't it? Sonny rolled her eyes at me, so I guessed I was wrong.

"Chad, her name is Zora." I stopped smiling as my eyes caught the clock.. I had to be on set twenty minutes ago.

"I have somewhere to be…………………….Portlyn needs to run lines." Then I realized that these Randoms might not know what that meant, so I added, "That's a theater term for--"

"Learning your part. Chad, we're not retarded." Sonny interrupted, then smiled.

"Well, fine!"

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Fine!"

"So, we're good?" I noticed that me and Sonny had slowly started to get closer to each other in our little fight. I would have expected that Sonny reply with a snarky comment, but instead she got closer to me and put her hand on my lower back. I thought she was going to hug me---or something more---so I leaned in. The next thing I knew, I was being shoved in the hall to Sonny and Blondie's laughter and, before I could walk back in, the door was slammed in my face. NOBODY shoves a door in CDC's face, no matter how stupidly cute they are.

………….Okay, maybe Sonny was the only exception to that rule. But she could never know. No one could know that CDC had a weakness, or an exception to any of his rules.

Kay, so that's Chapter 3. Sorry it took me so long; I got writer's block. But I tried to make up for it by making this chapter extra long. Seriously. This chapter is, like, 3 full pages. And I have a small font. But you deserve it, so it's worth it. R&R, please! It only makes me write that much quicker.-----Amy.