A/N: Okay, here's Chapter 4. Thank you SO MUCH for all the reviews, faves, and follows! This is my most reviewed and followed story as of the time I published this chapter, so thank you so much :')

I mentioned that this story would be around 4-5 chapters long. Could this be the last chapter? Or will there be another one? :o No cheating; read this chap and don't scroll down immediately xP :)))))

I don't own Sonny With A Chance or the song, "What To Do".


How do I find out who the song's really about? Of course, I can't just go ask Sonny about that. And certainly not Blondie/Tawni or any of the Randoms (They hate my guts.) Who else can I ask? Someone who knows about her song, knows Sonny personally, someone who was at the Patio. . . oh. No. No way am I going to ask—

The Next Day

After work today, I go to The Patio. I see her behind the counter so I go there and pretend to order a drink.

"One double espresso, please," I say.

"Coming right up—" Mel says, then stops in mid-sentence as she recognizes me. "You! Chad, right? Sonny's 'm'ex' who obviously still likes her? The guy who tried to cheat on the bet? The guy who—"

I cut her off. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. Can I talk to you about something?" I ask.

She narrows her eyes. "What?"

"I just need to ask you something. It won't take long, I promise."

She seems to consider this for a moment. "Fine. But you have to pay for that double espresso."

I open my wallet and fish out a $5 bill. "Here. Keep the change."

She takes the money. "Be right with you in a sec." She then turns around and disappears into what I think is the kitchen.

I go over to an empty table for two and take a seat. Mel appears in front of me after a few minutes, holding my coffee.

"Here you go," she says, handing it to me before sliding into her seat. "Now what did you want to talk about?"

I take a sip of the espresso. "Sonny. You're possibly the only one who knows besides Sonny herself, and I obviously can't ask her. Is Sonny's song about me?" I ask, cutting to the chase.

"Hmm," she says. "I suppose there's no harm in telling you what happened after I followed her out that night you came here."

I nod. This wasn't exactly what I was hoping for, but it would do.

"So I came into her apartment carrying her guitar. She was slumped on her couch, with her sheet music in front of her, looking really sad." I bite my lip. I did that to her? "Anyway, I gave her back her guitar and told her she runs pretty fast. She said she just didn't expect you to be there. I told her that maybe the song's about you, which she denied."

"Oh," I say, and even I could hear the defeat in my voice.

"Hold on, Chad, I'm not done," she said, rolling her eyes. "As I was saying, she denied it and her voice got all high and squeaky so I told her to throw me some lyrics. I explained how the lyrics were about you, and she couldn't contradict my explanations. I told her that she ran off the stage because she couldn't sing the song in front of you because she still had feelings for you."

At that, I perked up. "And what did she say to that?"

"She said it was crazy." I sank back in the chair, feeling like I had been punched in the stomach. "Sheesh, will you wipe that miserable frown of your face and let me finish? Sonny sounded like she didn't believe it herself, okay? I told her that that what's crazy is that she's denying it, and that it's okay that she still had feelings for you. I explained that she either wrote that song because she wanted you out of her system," Ouch. "Or she didn't want you out of her system. Either way, you're still in her system, Chad."

"So the answer to my question?" I ask. I was pretty confused and emotionally drained. In the span of a few minutes, I had gotten my hopes up and crushed due to this girl, and now she was saying that I'm still in Sonny's system. What the heck was that supposed to mean? Was that even a good thing?

My question was met with another eye roll. "Weren't you listening, Chad? Have you even heard the whole song?"

"'Course I have." I say defensively. "Heard it last night on Tween Weekly."

"Well, then it doesn't exactly take a genius to know that she still likes whoever she's singing about."

"That wasn't my question!" I tell her, annoyed. Why couldn't she just give me a freakin' straight answer? "My question was who the song's about. Now can you just answer that, please?" I say, exasperated.

"Slow, aren't you? And you have a bad temper. No wonder Sonny broke up with you," she says with a smirk. Did she want to see the real meaning of bad temper? 'Cause I'm on the verge of losing it with this girl. "Anyway, duh, it's about you. Did you not hear anything I told you?"

I ignore her question. "She could have written the song a long time ago, about a different guy," I tell her.

"Chad, I really don't want to have to convince another person who's in denial, so if I lose my temper soon, forgive me. No, it's not about some other guy, pinhead. Sonny wrote that song recently. And loudly. Trust me, if I had to hear her trying to get the chords right and hitting the notes wrong another time, I'm going to—"

I cut her off. "Thanks, Mel. But could I just ask one last question?"

She looks at me tiredly. "Fire away."

"What were the lyrics she threw at you, exactly?"

"Oh, um, the 'Tell me what to do, ooh' part. I told her you in the song is you, Chad. And uh, the 'Can you ever change' part. I told her that was something you probably didn't do, which is why she broke up with you." I start gritting my teeth, but control myself before it could get any worse. She was answering my question, though in a very infuriating manner "And the 'I can't stop loving you' part. Do I really need to explain my justification for that one?" she whines.

I exhale, trying to let out all my pent-up annoyance just like my yoga instructor had taught me. "No need. Thanks, Mel. Really. I'd tell you to say hi to Sonny for me, but I don't think she'd appreciate that. And don't tell her anything about this conversation, okay?"

"Sure. Oh, I have a confession to make, Chad." I raise an eyebrow. Confession? Oh no, please don't tell me this was just Grady in disguise! "I'm helping both of you 'cause I want you to get back together." I sighed in relief. "I've seen the two of you on TV before, and you two are perfect for each other." Way to borrow a line from Selena, Mel. "I was—and am—a Channy fan," she admits, grinning.

"Huh. Thanks, I guess," I say, standing up.

"Good luck," she says, doing the same.

"Chad?" I hear a very familiar girl's voice. Uh-oh. "Mel?"

I give her an awkward smile and chuckle nervously while Mel says, "Hey, Sonny!" awkwardly as well. Riiiggghhhtt. She likes to hang out at The Patio after work. Didn't see that coming, did you, Chad?

She looks at the two of us, a little shocked. There was something else in her eyes .. . hurt? "Uh, sorry to be interrupting anything."

"Wh—What are you talking about, Sonny?" I ask her.

She goes on, ignoring me. I notice her eyes tearing up and her voice shaking." Mel, Chad's a really nice and caring guy; he always means well but he just makes mistakes sometimes. Chad, Mel's a sympathetic girl and makes a really good double espresso, you know, your favorite. You two will be great together. I-I guess I'll go now," she finishes, and runs out of The Patio again, leaving the two of us open-mouthed in bewilderment. She actually thinks Mel and I are dating? Like I would ever date that obnoxious girl. Besides, I think she has a thing for Grady, and vice versa. Her taste in boys is a major turnoff already.

High road, Chad. High road means not looking down on the Randoms. Sonny wants you to take the high road, I remind myself.

Mel is the first one to recover. "Sonny, it's not what you think!" Mel calls after her. Then she turns to me, knocking some sense into my head. "Run after her, you doofus! She got hurt when she thought you were dating me even if you're not together anymore! She even called you nice and caring and even remembers your favorite coffee! Do you really need more proof than that?" she yells at me.

"N-no." I stutter.

"Then what are you waiting for?! Get your girl back, Cooper!"

"Y-yes, ma'am!" I say instinctively. "Sonny! Wait up! Hold on!" I yell, running out the door.


Ta-da! It's not! (I hope you read the chap before reading this A/N -_-)

This is the second to the last chap. So stay tuned for the ending! :D

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