Once again, sorry it's taken me so long to update. I really suck at it.

I got a random inspiration for a new story the last day, and I want your guys opinions; Sonny is diagnosed as terminally ill and she and Chad take off around the world to finish her "100 things I want to do before I die" list. Yes, it is going to be sad, but it'll be really sweet too. Hopefully. Yes? No? And do y'all want me to finish this and then do that, or do this and then that?

And thank you for all the review, alerts, and *gasp* favourites. They really make me happy. Although, I really would like if those who favourited reviewed too. And I really will get around to replying to all of your reviews at some stage. Honestly.

Last thing, just popped into my head. I don't really ever read over my writing to make sure it's okay, which = lots of spelling & grammar mistakes, and quite a few badly constructed sentences. If you notice any, would you point them out, pwetty pwease? Fanks!

SPOV

"Sonny?" Chad wheedled over the phone.

"What do you want Chad?"

"To tell you you have pretty hair."

Sonny smiled a little. Damn Chad.

"What do you want Chad?"

I heard him sigh. So I'd been right. He did want something.

When he talked again, his voice was far more serious, putting images of car crashes and terminal diseases in my mind.

"I need your help."

Now, normally I would have mocked him so bad over those four little words, but something in his tone made me stop.

"What do you want Chad?" This time I tried to make it sound comforting.

"Meet me in my dressing room in 20 minutes."

I set off immediately. Because he sounded sad. And a sad Chad equals a miserable everyone else. No, really. He just lounges around complaining about his misfortune for hours on end until someone is driven mad and he gets what he wants.

The journey to his dressing room was about 2 minutes. Not that I'd timed it or anything. So, I figured I'd have a good 15 minutes hanging around my myself on the Falls set, allowing for loganberry smoothie time. I was, I'll admit, a little addicted, but I defy you to try one and not to be.

Anyway, 15 minutes of undisrupted Fall sabotaging time. What to do? Several thing sprung instantly to mind, but most were illegal, and the rest would at least get me fired. This is why I need a pocket-Zora. She's a criminal mastermind. She'd have billions of ideas.

And then it hit me. I couldn't see why I hadn't thought of it before. It was so simple. I'd just need some food dye, and a jelly doughnut injector. TO THE COMMISSARY!!!

***

I ended up sitting watching the Falls rehearsal. I'd never admit it to anyone but it wasn't half bad. I even found myself empathising with the characters. Crazy, right?

"What do you mean Portlyn fell out of a hot air balloon, and is now in a coma and wont wake up until I kiss her because I'm her true love?" Mackenzie stormed.

Oh no! Portlyn was in a coma? And she'd just met her long lost half brother. I was convinced he'd turn out to be the one that pushed her but that was beside the point.

"Pretty much what you just said, dude."

I nearly laughed out loud, but I didn't want them to know I was here, much less I was enjoying it. Whoever wrote their script was a genius.

"Well, I'd better go…" Mackenzie paused building up dramatic tension, before he flicked his hair away in a movement copied straight off a L'Oreal ad (because he's worth it) before staring off into the distance. I turned around, but he seemed to just be staring at either a light or Josh the mail guy. "…to the hospital!"

With that he ran off, and jumped into his car. There was a roar as the engine started up, then a squeal of brakes, and a piercing scream.

"…And cut!"

Chad strutted over, cocky grin fixed in place.

"I knew you couldn't resist me Munroe."

"Chad. You called me here."

"Same difference."

I built up my courage to ask the next question. I had to know, otherwise it would bug me for ever. And I had no intention of watching the next episode of Mackenzie Falls to find out.

"Chad?"

"That's my name, don't wear it out. No, seriously, it's copyrighted. By the way, you owe me about 8 million dollars."

"How much do you think people talk about you?"

"What else would they talk about? I am CDC you know."

I let it slide. For now.

"Chad, what happens to Mackenzie?"

"You'll just have to watch the show Munroe."

Was it me, or was he being more arrogant than usual?

"What's a plot twist between friends?"

He laughed, a little too loud, and dragged me forcefully into his dressing room.

"Okay, what's up?"

His demeanour changed entirely. He actually looked worried. And a little upset. He began to pace back and forth.

"Chad?"

"Okay, Sonny I have to tell you something."

He wasn't going to say what I think he's going to say, is he?

"Remember when we went to Adventureland…?"

No, he wasn't. Was he?

"Yes…?"

"Well, you know my little sister yes?"

Of course he wasn't. Oh well.

"Just get to the point Chad."

"Dakota's been bullying her, and now she wants me to have a slide off with her."

What?

"What?"

He looked at me with that sparkly eye of his.

"What?"

"Da-ko-ta, bull-y-ing, sister." He said it as if I was a five year old, and he had to spell it out for me. "Slide-off."

"What?"

There were so many things wrong with those words being put together in that order.

And then it hit me. Chad was going to have a slide off with a 9(?) year old.

"Bah ha ha ha ha!"

"Oh, Sonny, come on. This is serious. Chad Dylan Cooper does not slide."

"A ha ha ha ha ha."

"So-n-ny."

He both sounded and looked like a six-year old, his arms crossed, his lips pouting. Of course, I just laughed harder.

Eventually the mirth subsided long enough for me to gasp out "Why… tell… me?"

He rolled his eyes impatiently. "I need team mates. I need you and the Randoms to help me."

"Bah ha ha ha ha".

"So-nny!"

"Sorry." I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye. It was just too funny. "You know this'll mess up your hair, right?"

He looked shocked, and then shook his head a little. "I don't care."

"Aww, Chad… that's so sweet."

Now it was my turn to be shocked. CDC doesn't do sweet.

He tutted a little, crossed his arms and glared disapprovingly until I added;

"Fine, we're in."

Apologies, it's a bit shorter than usual, and no Chad POV, but I wanted to get Sonny out of the way in this chapter so I could do all Chad in the next. I really like writing Chad. It's fun. And I didn't really have his one planned, so apologies for the sucky-ness, I was going to just post an Authors Note, but I hate it when people do that so…

Anyway, REVIEW! It makes my day.