Ta ta ta...

Okay, okay... I know I'm really slow at updating, but I couldn't figure out the exact way to write this chapter...

*sigh* Again, I don't own Sonny With A Chance... *sigh*

Sonny's POV

Where the hell is this guy?

I was pacing impatiently in the cafeteria thinking about whatever hand happened in the following day. I was getting a strong urge to scream with all might hoping that all my stress will go out with it. I clenched my fists, keeping a stress-ball in my hand. I had been holding it all day. Just then I heard faint sounds of foot steps nearing.

"Sorry, had to do some paper work for Mack Falls." Chad acknowledged me as I he walked into the room.

"Shall we go?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah…" I said as I grabbed my bag and quietly followed him out of the studio. As we approached his car, he held open the door for me. After I was seated, he walked over to the other side and got seated in the driver's seat. There was nothing but a loud silence in the car.

"So…um… where do we meet your lawyer?" He asked as he tried to break the ice.

"Oh right, can we please pick her up on the way. She lives on 14, Parkinson Street." I asked not looking at him.

"Sure." He said. I directed him to my lawyer Dianne McGuire's home. When we reached there, we found her getting out of the house. I waved at her to get in the car. She rushed over and sat in the back seats. She was my friend, quite a close one, I should say. Dianne had silky dark brown hair and olive green eyes.

"Hey Sonny." She said as she sat in the car.

"Hey Anne." I responded.

"Hello Mr. Cooper." She smiled at Chad. He smiled in response and we drove again in silence with occasional sounds of Dianne scrambling through her file on the background.

Finally, we reached the court. Getting out of the car we got into the building with Chad leading the way and both of us following him while Dianne asked me about the paperwork.

"Hello George." Chad greeted as a young man approached us. He introduced this guy to be his lawyer and his best friend. Then, we walked over to the courtroom where we'd have our hearing. We sat on tables on either side of an aisle, Dianne and I sat on the left one while Chad and George sat on the right. Just then a stiff looking man entered the room wearing judge's clothes and sat in his seat of the judge.

"So you both want a divorce?" He asked as he looked up at us.

"Yes." Chad said while I nodded.

"May I ask you, from when have you been married?" the judge asked politely.

"Umm…2 days." I said quietly. He looked at me in disbelief.

"Sorry Madam, I heard you say 2 days." He asked.

"You heard correctly." Dianne confirmed. The judge wrinkled his nose and looked at the papers in his hands again.

"And why do you want the divorce?" he asked.

"Umm… well… you see, we got drunk and then married each other without thinking. I think that was stupid, a stupid drunken mistake. And hence, we want a divorce." Chad said strongly. At this the judge looked somewhat annoyed and angry.

"You know what I feel is stupid son? I think that all this habit of your generation of getting drunk till your mind goes nuts then doing things you shouldn't do and then asking for forgiveness is stupid." He stated in a clam but annoyed tone.

"But sir-" George started but was cut of by the judge.

"When you're happy, you get drunk. When you're sad, you get drunk and commit mistakes like this." He said.

"What do you know about the other that you both want a divorce? But no, this new generation… they like a person, they marry them, then they realize they don't love them that much and then get a divorce. Then they find someone again and the cycle goes on." He said angrily.

"For the past twenty five years; I've been married to my wife. And I still love her as much as I did at the first day of our marriage." He said.

"But sir-" Dianne tried to speak up.

"Nothing speaking Ms. McGuire." The judge shushed Dianne. Silence fell as my heart thudded uncontrollably in my chest. Dianne and George exchanged confused and worried looks while the judge kept thinking.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cooper, I can grant you divorce on only one condition." He said calmly with a hint of a smirk on his face.

"You can't get a divorce unless you attempt to co-exist for six months. You have to try to make this marriage work. Then if you are still uncomfortable, I will gladly hand you your freedom." He announced.

"And also, I need to add, you need to live together even if you don't want to declare your marriage to anyone."

"But Sir how is that fair?" George asked.

"It is, Mr. Jones, everything is fair in love and war. And this, I see, is war." The judge said before he departed without a word.

"We can't do anything now. He has already announced his word. And I guess it'll be better if you follow his orders. Just do this thing. It won't be so hard…"

Six months being Mrs. Cooper? How the bloody hell am I gonna do this?

So... how did it go? I think the length was the problem... I know, even I get disappointed by small chapters. Please review so that I know how I did... That Review button just told me tht it really luvs u guyz!