I am SO SO SO SO SO sorry everybody! The one chance I have to let other people see my writing and I blow it because they all lost hope in me and committed suicide because they just couldn't stand the suspense any longer. (Do I really have to tell you that was sarcasm?) Anyway, We lost internet for a week or so, and I had a lot of school finals. I hope the newest episode of SWAC didn't kill the Channy stories for you guys. (I think I died when I saw it, is this the after life? Are you real?)

I just really want to thank ChadluvsSonshine, JJstar52 (thanks for the correction), and .record (G.x^) for reviewing. And plus everyone else who added me to favorites and everything. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

-And not in the creepy way ether.

That'd be... Creepy.

So, Anyway, just to be clear, I DO NOT own Sonny With a Chance. (psh... As if)

CPOV

Max smells, SO bad... I wonder if he's ever showered in his LIFE.

I could think of nothing else as I sat in the permeated air within the cabin of Mr. C's Limo. However, I wasn't sitting next to Max, like a certain sassy-pants brunette. At this point, little miss sunshine has been reduced to holding the top of her sweater to her face and breathing shallowly through her mouth.

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you..."

She hissed out the words each time she breathed out, although she refused to look in (even my remote) direction. Instead she decided to direct her wrath to at the opposite wall, her chocolate brown eyes melting holes in the carpet siding.

"I don't see why you hate me so much," I said to her. "You're the one who started the whole argument in the first place and got yourself all flustered."

She looked at me sarcastically. A look that bluntly said: "Seriously? I can't believe I live on the same planet with something this horrendously stupid. Go die in a hole, human scum." Her gaze nearly singed my eyebrows as I struggled to return it confidently. "Flustered?" She asked. "Really, Chad? Flustered? Even if I did start the argument, (which I didn't) didn't mean that you had to take the bait. You could have just let it slide."

On "slide", she slid the palms of her hands together, and returned her fixed look to me. My cheeky grin, wiped from my face during the lecture, had returned at the end of it. I tweaked her nose, and continued to annoy her. "You're cute when you're flustered." I said, and watched contently as her face turned a hot red, and her hands clenched into fists.

SPOV

"You're cute when you're flustered." I heard him say, and instantly wanted his head on a silver platter. Why did he have to be such and idiot sometimes? I could never understand him. He seemed to be so nice to me one minute, and then ridiculously annoying the next. Common! Weird Beard? That was total caring. Along with dancing with me after my prom disaster, helping me get Mrs. Bitterman and Marshall apart, telling me I had pretty hair. I loved him when he was like that. But then he had to turn around and be a jerk. I wish he would stop, and just act like he did when nobody was watching.

But people would always be watching, we're in show business.

I threw that thought out the window (which needed to be open desperately), and folded my arms across my chest. I decided to let his stupidity slide. There was obviously something wrong with his head that just couldn't be helped. Maybe he was Bi-Polar.

Nobody's POV

Sonny sat crossly, staring blankly at the opposing wall, and Chad (who had nearly fallen asleep by this time) resorted to tapping his foot quietly to keep awake. The car had begun to drive nearly half an hour ago, and while in route, Mr. Condor had been quietly speaking with each of the cast heads about their responsibilities as head, what their show needed and such.

He finally made his way to Sonny, and finally Chad, but neither had really listened.

They were rather thinking of things of more importance. Well, at least in their minds. Sonny had drifted of to thoughts of what playlist she was going to listen to for the rest of the trip, how she would hold up on the plane take offs, what Europe would be like, and (finally) Chad. Chad himself had contemplated what type of room service there would be at the hotel, how much sleep he needed to get to catch up with his Regular Rest Ritual (RRR), and (eventually) Sonny.

They both just couldn't understand why the other had to be so darn attractive. They we rivals! It seemed as if each show was tempting the other with the best they had, only to rope them in and weaken the bond of the opposing cast.

There was something about the cuteness Sonny accomplished simply by pouting her lips or smiling the particular "Sonny" smile she had. When she was excited, she seemed to loose all care for dignity and her age seemed to peel away, what with jumping about and grinning gleefully like a little sadistical toy-deprived child on Christmas. "A whole roasted chestnut? All to myself? ! Thank you, kind sir!"

Sonny just had trouble figuring Chad out. She didn't want to start thinking of him as attractive. She wanted to HATE him. He was always being jerkish and making her feel stupid or inferior. But as much as she tried to think of his bad qualities, a memory in his favor replaced it, and soon she began to justify his flaws. She mentally smacked herself for doing such a thing. The nerve! The betrayal! The idiocy! Stupid Chad. Stupid, Stupid Chad.

As Mr. Condor Spoke with him, Chad knew that he could never like Sonny. He had never been love with anyone in his life, and he had a reputation to keep. Girls fell for him, that was all there was to it. His ego simply would not allow anything different. But why did Sonny's brown eyes pulling him in like a fish on a hook? He need to stop this.

Stupid Sonny.

"-with that in hand, are we clear?" Mr. Condor asked the glazed-eyed blond.

Stupid cute.

"Chad! Are we clear?"

He shook his head and blinked his eyes a few times. "Uh, yes sir! Crystal!"

Mr. Condor grunted his consent and settled back into his seat on the further side of the cabin.

"Crystal? Really?" Sonny mumbled to Chad, popping in her Navy blue headphones and leaning back in the seat.

Chad soon fell asleep, with his hands folded in his lap and head bent forward at an uncomfortable angle. Not to long into the trip he was awakened by a dead weight on his left shoulder. His eyes blinked open, to see a small brunette head resting on him. She had fallen asleep listening to her music, and he could hear the faint melody of "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds" pumping from her head phones.

He contemplated brushing her off, but only for a split second. Instead, for some reason he refused to admit to, he smiled, and slowly slipped back into unconsciousness, with the warmth of the small, stubborn creature's body next to him.

Yeah, REAL stupid.

Yep, that's all I got this time. I'll try to get the next one up sooner. I think it's leaning toward awesome. Just kidding, this last chapter was really quite fluffy and annoying. I want this story to be a Channy, but I want it to stray from that a tad. I am totally welcome to any kind of suggestion, in fact I need one. Who should Sonny sit next to on the air plane? I was thinking maybe the girl from meal or no meal, or some cute dude that Chad could get jealous of. Tell me who and I will give you a million dollars. Okay, not really, but I will give you credit for thinking of it. Until next time, review!