Thankyou to all of those who reviewed for your input. AND thankyou to anyone who has stuck with me and read all of my mindless babbling! I checked out the hits/visitors page, and there are apparently a good many people that have...at least stopped by.

Anyhoo, those who reviewed my last chapter said that they wanted some Sonny-ness in here. Soooooo, I'm going to include her thoughts, along with Chad's. Chad's will still be italicized, and Sonny's will be bold. Anyone else...will more than likely be specified....

Enjoy!

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Sonny sat on the couch in the prop room, on the furthest side of the couch from the door, one leg pulled up near her body, upon which rested a pad of legal sheets that she was anxiously tapping her pen against.

C'mon, c'mon...I need to finish this...Sonny was trying to write a new sketch at the last minute. Marshall and the cast were expecting her to have it done by the next morning, so Sonny decided to stay back at the studio to finish it.

All of the different casts and crews from all of the different studios on the lot had already left and gone home, probably to turn in for the night. Get well rested for the busy day of shooting ahead. (Sweeps week was coming up. They had to all be their best.)

But Sonny...she had work to do. But...not only that, she had thinking to do.

Lately she'd been...confused in regards to Chad. He'd been acting different....not himself. And she....well, she missed him a bit. Lately he'd seemed distracted, and almost like he was avoiding her a bit... And that she didn't like. She liked their mindless banter. It had become part of her daily routine, and without it...it felt like part of her life was...gone. Like Chad was gone...

It had been like this for a few days. It was why she hadn't finished that sketch yet. Chad Dylan Cooper was acting...different...and that sent her mind reeling, trying to see if she could figure it out.

But she couldn't. So all of that time was....well...wasted. She had done all of that thinking and it had gotten her no where. Not at work and certainly, not with Chad. She had to focus or nothing would get done. But...

A monstrous rumbling erupted in the prop room, and Sonny sighed.

I've never been one to focus on an empty stomach...

And it was true. She hadn't. Ever since she was a little kid, she couldn't think about anything if all she could hear was her stomach, wanting to be fed.

Sonny had had an early dinner that night, and it was already 12:30. If she was going to finish writing the sketch before the following morning, she was going to need something to eat...

...But where am I going to find food in the studio at this hour? The commissary closed hours ago...

And she was right. The commissary had closed by 8:30, just like it did every night. And recently Marshall had banned all food from the prop room and dressing rooms. (A/N: Alright....I'm not entirely sure he'd have that power....but it helps my story, so for my sake, he does.) If she was going to find food, it wasn't going to be anywhere on So Random! territory. And then she had a wonderful idea.

Sonny placed the pen and pad of legal sheets on the seat cushion next to her and sprung to her feet, nearly skipping out of the room. As far as she knew, everyone had already left for the night, so she would be able to go nearly anywhere on the lot and no one would care....well, because they wouldn't be there!

Of course, because the studio was empty, the halls were eerily quiet. Sonny Monroe doesn't do eerie silence...She tried to shake off the fact that that thought seemed to be similar to something that her dearest frienemy would say, and slipped her iPod out of her pocket.

She wasn't in a particularly picky mood so she just put her iPod on first song that played was Barely Listening by Pilot Speed. The song fit her mood rather well - upbeat rhythm with something...nagging at her. (A/N: sorry for the random song. I realize a good deal of people probably won't know it...It's good though. And as far as the whole....nagging thing...I'm sort of referring to the lyrics. They're a little....I dunno how to explain it...whatever) And she couldn't help but sing along. Not too loudly, but seeing as no one was around, she didn't have to be too quiet either...

"Lying awake on this phone call, she's dreaming of better days. Flowers lie on the counter, remind her of better days." She even started dancing a bit during the interlude, beating her hands against her upper thigh along with the beat of the music. "She sends a prayer up to Jesus, she asks him for his strength. And the night will go on bleeding. Was it faith the payed the rent?"

By the time the first chorus ended, she had made it over to Studio 2 - Mackenzie Falls territory, and just where she had planned to go. But she had gotten so into the song, she paid no mind to what was around her.

"Standing here in a doorway with a candle and a gun. Light tears through open windows. For now the day has won!!!!" She howled beautifully through the Falls breakroom (their equivalent of the prop room.) and immediately headed over to the fridge, about midway between the size of a normal fridge and a mini-fridge, and yanked it open to look for a late-night snack.

While she had been singing the chorus, Chad Dylan Cooper had followed the mysterious melody over to that same room. Just as Sonny had made it to 'Standing here in a doorway,' Chad leaned against the doorway and tried to subtly get her attention, letting out a slight, 'eh hem.'

But since Sonny played her iPod at full blast, she had no idea that just a few feet behind her was a delectable teen heart throb in his back-up jammies. Chad Dylan Cooper was across the room from her, half dressed in a pair of red, cotton pajama pants that he kept in his dressing room, just in case it was needed, and no shirt, his feet clad in pink bunny slippers. Along with his much...different attire, Chad Dylan Cooper's hair was less than perfect - it just fell limp, covering his ocean blue eyes, that had become red with the lack of sleep.

"Like a child on her way here, you just smile and run the other way. Faith won't find you a reason, it just smiles and runs the other way. And it just smiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiles! It just smiles and runs the other way. It just smiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiles! It just smiles and the runnnnnnnnnnnns the other waaaaaaaaa--"

She had turned around mid-word, her hands full of left-overs of actors she knew would probably not touch them, trying to watch their figures or whatever, and would thus....not miss them.

She nearly dropped everything at the sight of her shirtless marvel of an actor.

Wait...what? MY shirtless MARVEL of an actor. NO! He's not mine. And he....he can't act. Not at all...Of course I definitely don't mind the shirtless part. Sonny smirked internally and then swatted away the thought.

"Hey Monroe..." Chad's lips pulled into a half-smile as he looked at her somewhat mockingly. Chad sighed in his mind. God she's adorable when she's caught red handed...and flustered....Why is she flustered? He looked up at her eyes to see that they weren't looking back at his they were looking down at his - Oh...I'm not wearing a shirt...hmm...Damn! I'm hot!

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Alright....a little short. And a VERY random place to end it. But I'm okay with that.

Mostly because of shirtless Chad...

And I'm sorry to say it, but I'm taking a little break from What About Chad? for a while. These are my last two weeks of school and I want to try and get through them without getting too distracted by writing this.

BUT I WILL finish this. And I have two planned already. One of which has an original character, but it should be fun. And in the other, they go on vaca. I know, it's been done. But I want to put my spin on it. And the latter will be Channy. =P

And I mayh end up posting some drabbles and one-shots. Like there are a couple of songs that screamed Channy the last time I listened to them...

So, um.....yeah....You see that little button down there? Yeah, that little one with the green letters. Now, it's very important that you pay close attention to my instruction - - Click the button. Good. Now type. A review. For me. Preferrably a good one. Flames are bad, but I don't really care if you leave them....it means that you read it.

PS - Hope you enjoy shirtless Chad!