Sorry I haven't updated recently you guys. I've been extremely busy and extremely sick. I've missed writing this story!!!

I stood in the doorway of the So Random! prophouse, dripping in dark, slimy pudding.

Now, you may be thinking, "What the heck is Chad Dylan Cooper doing with pudding all over him?"

Well, let me tell you two words that explains it all: Sonny Munroe.

Yeah, now you get it.

Let me backtrack a little.

What led me to the doorway of the Randoms prophouse, where I normally wouldn't go under any circumstances, is all my boss's fault.

Let's go back to this morning, seven A.M., all of the cast crowded into Robert McLackley's small, cluttered office.

"Ok, people," said Robert, the show's director, pushing his expensive reading glasses farther up his nose, "I have some news that you all might just be interested in."

Everyone looked around and rolled their eyes.

The last announcement they were supposed to be "interested in" was that it was Mackenzies Falls' turn to select a project to benefit Condor Studios'.

He told us that we were providing funds for brand new recycle bins to be placed in the cafeteria.

So you can see why we are all so overcome with euphoria.

"I have cleared it with Mr. Condor that Mackenzie Falls will be having a short two week hiatus for special reasons."

What? Hiatus? Now?

That could not happen.

I mean, we are at the peak of our season and the ratings were better than ever.

An unexpected hiatus that is not marked on the TV schedule will be just the thing to make the viewers angry and the message boards will be filled with ideas of staging riots and bombarding Condor Studios'.

Ok, so its not that serious but still, I've seen the message boards and they can get pretty crazy.

They have, like, zero patience. I am not kidding.

"The hiatus will be used for bettering yourselves and providing more opportunities to expand your future."

I am bored already...

"So, each of you will be assigned a show, besides Mackenzie Falls, at Condor Studios' and will be helping the manager's do their jobs."

Um, did he just say what I think he just said? Because Chad Dylan Cooper acts. Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't help.

"You will be running errands, painting sets, moving props, all of that good stuff," he said with a glint in is eye.

"Now I know for some of you this may be a totally different realm of showbiz than you're used to, and that's exactly why I'm doing this."

At this, Mr. McLackely seemed to look directly at me. It could've been my imagination, I guess.

"You may think that acting will always be there for you to fall back on, but let's face it people, dreams can be crushed into the dirt and pounded until every last drop of hope is dried up and vanished forever!"

Um, dramatic much?

His words suggested faded dreams and lost hope, thus forcing him to become an overpaid director of a teen drama show.

But that would never happen to me. I had too many things going for me.

"So," he said, composing himself, "I want you all to think about this being a great opportunity for your career."

After he had finished his "enlightening" speech, he began calling names from a clipboard, giving each person a show to help.

I held my breathe as I waited for my name to be called. I knew what show I was going to be stuck with.

The fact that today was already going horrible pretty much gave me no other hope.

"Mr. Cooper, you will be assissting Marshall Pike over at So Random!"

Well, at least I saw it coming.

I rolled my eyes and stepped forward to claim my ID badge which had my name and ID number on it.

Supposedly there was a new rule that you couldn't go to another set now without having an ID badge.

I had visited the Randoms plenty of times without my badge since that rule had been taken into effect.

You didn't see me getting into trouble did you?

After everyone had been assigned a show and given a badge, we were dismissed to our new work that we were sentenced to for two straight weeks.

On the way out there were a few comments of excitement, but mostly there were groans and comments of, " and all his "great" ideas!"

I had to agree with the majority. This was complete and utter torture.

"Mr. Cooper," said Mr. McLackley, calling me by my personally hated nickname.

"Yes sir," I said with a note of boredom in my voice. This was all so beneath me.

"It is no coincidence that you are being assinged So Random! and I presume you are aware of that?"

He looked at me with a firm stare, which was creeping me out a little.

"Yes sir, I figured that it wasn't," no need to pretend I had no idea what he was talking about and get an unnecessary lecture.

As it turns out, I was getting one anyway.

"I have noticed the animosity between you and the cast from So Random! and thought that if you were actually interacting with the work that is done there, you might form a different opinion."

Right. Don't get your hopes up.

"So, you are to obey Mr. Pike and do everything you can to help. Are we clear?"

Normally I would've had an attitude or some kind of retort to throw at him, but his stare was so creepy I merely said, "Yes sir, we are."

He looked pleased, "Great. Now, get out of here. You have work to do."

I sighed and, slipping my ID badge over my head, walked toward the So Random! set.

"Chad, will you take these scripts to Sonny, Nico, and Grady? Its a new sketch and I haven't got them to everyone yet."

It was my second day at So Random! and so far, it was uneventful. Yesterday I didn't see the cast at all, which was a good thing in my thinking.

"Yes sir," I said, a sigh tinting the edge of my voice.

I would have to face Sonny whom, yes, I had a crush on. There, I admitted it.

You probably thought that wouldn't.

"They should be in the prop house getting props for today's rehearsal," he said turning back to the papers in his hand.

He was muttering to himself and running his hand through his thin cover of hair.

I make my way through the twists and turns of corridors and head up hall leading to the Randoms' prophouse.

I was about to enter when I heard Sonny's familar giggle. My heart did a somersault, which made me feel irritated with myself.

I shouldn't be like this over a girl. It was ridiculous.

Pushing all thoughts of the cuteness of Sonny out of my head, I entered the prophouse.

As I entered, time seemed to speed up instead of slow down as I was immersed in a cold, oozing sensation.

I gasped as I looked down an saw the dark, slimy mess covering me.

It was everywhere. And even worse, in my hair.

I looked up to the sound of four people laughing. Sonny, Nico, Grady, and Zora's muffled laugh coming from inside her coffin, or whatver she called it.

The first person I saw was Sonny. She was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down her face.

Her eyes locked with mine for a moment. I was glared fiercely at her. She looked away, still laughing.

Nico spoke first, "Chad, you have a little something right here," he said, teasing me.

I felt my temper start to rise.

Grady spoke next. "Just so you know, this was all Sonny's idea," both he and Nico pointed at the giggling Sonny who was still wiping tears from her eyes.

"Not all of it," she protested. "You guys thought of the pudding," she started laughing again.

"I was originally gonna go with mustard," she said between peals of laughter.

I stood in silent fury for a moment, and then I spoke. "Well, I'm just here to deliver these scripts, which Marshall will be very upset to see ruined," I said staring at Sonny.

Nico and Grady stopped laughing instantly.

"Uh, Uh," Nico stammered. "I gotta go, um,"

Grady said, "Yeah we gotta..."

They looked at each other, "Bye," they said making a run for the door, Zora now following.

"Good going Sonny, now you're messing with the man," she said in a way only Zora could.

Sonny didn't look afraid.

"It was worth it," she said with an easy shrug.

"You'll see how worth it it will be when I get revenge," I said menacingly, meaning for it to scare her.

Instead, she bust out laughing harder.

"Oh wow! That was almost as good as the look on your face a minute ago," she said.

"You? Get revenge? Oh, please!"

She flopped on the couch and laughed some more.

She had no idea what was coming for her.

"Fine. But we'll see who has the last laugh when I get my revenge."

With that, I slapped the pudding covered scripts on the table and marched out, leaving Sonny Munroe laughing all by herself.

She would soon see the price of pudding.

A/N- So what did you think? Be honest and please review, I beg of you. I am on my knees!!!