Hi, everyone! I was on vacation in the Philippines the whole time I was writing this story, but now I'm back in America. It feels so good to be home. 3 And I still have yet to watch So Random, but I'm not really in any hurry to see it.

So thank you to everyone who reviewed! I didn't meet my goal this time, but I expected as much. Twelve reviews is a pretty high goal. xD Well, here's the new chapter, anyway. I'm sorry for the shortness, but you'll forgive me in later chapters. Enjoy!


Hey, peeps, the one and only CDC here again! Have you missed me? Of course you have.

Before I start, there's one little thing I have to address. Some random person pointed out that I "would never mention Sonny Munroe, but it's all that ever comes up".

First off, what are you trying to suggest? If you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, then that's just... ew.

Second, I never said I wouldn't mention her. I said that none of the topics would have to do with her at all. And they don't. Can't you people even read right? Nuts and dogs and all that stuff have nothing to do with that diva.

Sonny just happens to pop up in my examples from time to time. It's annoying, I know, but it can't be helped. She's a very annoying person.

I can't believe I have to explain all this simple stuff to you people. Sheesh.

Now, I got some nice topic suggestions, but there was one topic that seemed to be really popular, for some reason I can't even begin to understand. So here goes.

Chad Dylan Cooper On Love

I don't believe in love. Not for myself, anyway. The Chad doesn't do love. While I do date lots of girls, the thought of being in love with anybody is just weird. Really, love is overrated. I'm sure it's great for some people, but it never worked out for me.

Like one time, when I was six, I thought I was madly in love with this cute little five year old redhead in my class. But then one day I saw her coloring with another guy. Not really that serious, I guess, but for a six year old kid that was basically on the same level as cheating. That was probably the most tragic moment of my young kid life. I pretty much ran home crying to my mommy.

Hey, I was only six, ok?

Needless to say, after that I didn't really like the idea of love all too much.

Though I bet that redhead felt bad for coloring with that loser when I transformed from Chad Dylan Goldfarb to Chad Dylan Cooper. Oh, yeah, baby, you missed out on all of this.

Now, there's also two different kinds of lovin' that sound a lot better to me than the whole 'one true love' crap. One is the kind of love where you love pie, or cheesecake, or loganberry smoothies. Stuff like that. I don't mind that lovin'.

The other kind of lovin' that sounds good to me (but I haven't tried it yet, though. My mommy would kill me if I went that far) is the whole making love thing. Of course it sounds good to me. I'm a guy, what'd you expect? Now, I'm not going to talk too much about it, though, because little kiddos could be reading this.

Though I will say that before I had that crush on the redhead girl, when I was, like, five or something, I overheard someone saying something about 'making love'. It might have been my mom arguing with my dad. Or maybe it was someone on one of the soap operas my mom used to watch. Anyway, at the time, I thought that making love was like making some kind of food. So I decided I wanted to go whip up some love. I went into the kitchen and dumped everything that I associated with love into a bowl. Heart candies, chocolate, flowers from a vase on the table, a whole bag of sugar, and more stuff like that went into my special concoction of love.

Then my parents walked in and saw me sitting on top of the table by the big bowl, with sugar in my hair and ingredients all over the floor. When I saw them, I said proudly, "I'm making love!"

I still remember Mom's horrified expression. And how Dad couldn't quit laughing for five minutes straight.

Good times.

That's about all the experience I have with anything love related. Like I said, I don't believe in it. It just seems pointless and dumb.

Of course Sonny thinks it's real, since she's pointless and dumb, too. Just yesterday I passed by her in the cafeteria babbling to one of the Meal or No Meal girls about this romantic movie she saw, and how cute the couple was, and blah blah blah. So I had to stop, tap her on the shoulder, and inform her, "Hey, Sonny? Yeah, no one cares. Oh, and love is stupid." Then I walked away from her. Naturally, she had to go and follow me.

"Chad, just because no one's ever loved you doesn't mean you have to go ruin it for everyone," were her exact words.

I scoffed at her. "Please. I don't need love from anyone."

"Probably because you've already got enough love from your own self," she retorted, a smirk playing on her lips.

Clever reply. But I wasn't about to admit that to her. I frowned at her. "Whatever." I tried to walk off again, but this time she blocked my path. "What have you got against love, anyway?" she asked. Then her expression turned dreamy. "Love is beautiful, sweet, romantic..."

"Disgusting, gross, and lame," I finished for her, giving her a fake smile. "Can you go away now?"

"Seriously, Chad, I mean it. Why do you think it's stupid?" She folded her arms across her chest and added, "I'm not going to move until you tell me."

She's the most annoying girl that ever existed. Have I ever mentioned that before? "Look, it just is, ok?"

She narrowed her eyes at me. Obviously she still wasn't moving. I contemplated either telling her the truth or just shoving her out of my way. But the latter probably would've just gotten me bad press. I can just see the headlines now. "Breaking news, Chad Dylan Cooper just shoved nice girl! First puppies, now girls... what next?"

I didn't need more bad press. So I went with the first option. "All right, fine." So I told her about the little redhead girl I'd thought I was in love with so long ago, and when I was done she just stared at me. I glared at her. "Can you move now?"

Then she started laughing. "So that's it? That's why you think love is stupid, because of something that happened when you were five?"

"Hey, it hurt," I told her. "I'd rather something like that not happen again. Better to keep your heart shut down then get hurt again." I honestly don't know why I told her that. She makes me say the weirdest things. "And for your information, I was six," I added.

She raised her eyebrows at me and made some random gesture with her hands. "Yeah, but if you never get hurt again, would you ever even feel anything again?"

God, she was pretty.

I mean, right. She was right. Not pretty, didn't mean to say that.

"Well, I - " I started to say, but she put a finger against my mouth. I stared at her, taken aback, and she said seriously, "Shh. The time for talking is over." Then she grinned at me and removed her finger. "Really, Chad, just think about it." Then she looked down at her wrist and frowned. "Shoot, rehearsal started five minutes ago!" Then she barged out of the cafeteria without another word.

I did think about it. And I guess she was right, in a weird way.

But love is still stupid.

Though here's a little secret... Sonny is definitely madly in love with me. Oh, she acts like she isn't, but she so is. She just can't resist my Chadtasticness.

Don't tell her I said that, though. She'd probably hunt me down and strangle me. For a happy girl, she's pretty insane.

Anyway, that's it!

Wow. This was shorter than usual.

Well, this topic isn't worth wasting too much time on, I suppose.

So keep watch for more upcoming topics from your favorite celebrity!

Peace out, suckas!


Not much Channy in this one. But there's a lot more coming. c: Besides, I didn't want a lot of Channy in a topic like 'Love'. It just seemed kind of... I dunno, obvious. I'm not sure how to explain it, really.

But like I said, you'll forgive me for this in the later chapters.

Oh, also, some of Sonny and Chad's conversation in this was inspired from How Do We Do This by Sterling Knight. I love that song!

Reviews are always welcome! Even though it's kind of impossible, I'd really love to meet my review goal. c: