Whazzup, y'all? So before you get all mad at me *shields herself from flying tomatoes* Okay then, after you get mad at me. I know it's been FOREVER. Really, I do. But I've had three birthdays to attend to, including mine, lots of piano playing, and lots of chores and work to be doing despite the summer state. UGH. So, I'm going to update again weeks after my last update. I'm so horrible. But I do have four multi-chapter stories still in progress- the definition of busy- so I'm trying my best not to make you think I died because I never update. Trust me- I'll try and be more frequent!

In this chapter there are "famous" people who you will not recognize! I made them up- don't think you don't know who they are because they're fake!

So, here is chapter…four? Right. So, here it goes!

OH. Wait!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny With a Chance, if I did, Channy would have existed on the first season!

Okay- this time I'm not kidding- let's get this show in the road.

Sonny.

xXx

"Sonny, will you relax?" She rolled her eyes.

I smoothed my dress after finding yet another wrinkle. Looking in the mirror, I mentally scolded Tawni once again for begging me to put the top of my convertible up- it was making my hair fly everywhere! Also, I was getting annoyed that she wanted me to change my outfit because it didn't match my car. Who does that, anyway? Oh, right. Tawni.

"Tawni," I groaned. "I'm freaking out right now and the last thing I need is you trying to comfort me and making me even more nervous than before!" The words came out rushed and scared. My grip on the wheel tightened, trying to keep my current state not a problem for my driving. "My outfit is cute even if it doesn't match my car. My hair is going everywhere because you wanted the top down and it's making my dress wrinkly!"

Once again, she rolled her eyes, shaking your head. "What did I tell you, Sonny? It is supposed to be wrinkly! You don't want to seem like you're trying to look perfect. Someone will realize that you're kind of nervous and use it to their advantage!"

I sighed, getting the feeling that Tawni took the word competition a tad bit too seriously. She makes it sound like the competition is life-or-death survival show.

"Tawni, I appreciate you trying to help me, but I don't think that it's working." I brought my hand off the wheel to smooth another crease in my dress. Does the fact that I went out and bought one especially for today make me seem insecure? I didn't think so. I'm sure plenty of girls and guys on the show bought something for today, right?

Guys are going to be there. Along with one specific guy.

I focused on the road to keep me distracted.

"I'm not trying to help you," She slapped my hand away from my dress. "I'm giving you advice."

"Isn't it kind of the same thing?"

"No. In fact, they're too very different things."

I brought my stinging hand up back to the wheel.

"That better stay there," She looked pointedly at my red hand. "Or I'm going to sue you for putting my in danger on the road in your car."

"Whatever."

I stopped at a red light, Condor Studios visible on the left. I tried to keep from looking at it, but my longing gaze met the So Random poster. I sighed, wishing we could just take a little detour…

"No, Sonny." Tawni shook her head, noticing my distraction.

"Why not?" I grumbled, letting my shoulders slump as I stared at the familiar building that was slowly easing its way from my memory.

"Because!" she snapped, but I didn't care. "Sonny Monroe is missing, remember? And someone that's not famous- like Demi- walking in there and crying in front of a So Random poster is kind of obvious. You might have the greenest eyes I've ever seen and jet black hair, but our cast knows you well enough to see right through the disguise."

Leaning my forehead down on the top of the wheel, I groaned for the billionth time in the past five months.

"I miss Condor's…" I whispered. "I miss them."

Even over the purring engines and the loudness of Hollywood, Tawni- to my utter surprise- heard me. I saw in my peripheral vision her hand twitch, as if she were going to reach out to me. Awkwardness filled the car, and I knew she was at a loss of knowing what to do.

"I know," She said slowly. "I do, too."

"But you've gotten to see them for the past five months and I haven't!"

"Don't blame this on me Sonny-,"

We were interrupted by a loud car horn. The car in front of me had moved and the light was green. I pushed down the gas pedal as Tawni gave a rude hand signal to the care behind us. I ignored it.

"As I was saying," She said in a hard voice. "Do not blame this on me. It was your choice to create Demitria Devonne "Demi" Lovato, not mine. I've been trying to help you! I lied to Nico, Grady and Zora about knowing where you were, and Tawni Hart doesn't lie- only for you, because I know how badly you want this and why you're doing it."

There was one thing that I should never have forgotten about Tawni Hart: we were now best friends, and she respects me. And I have always respected her. I scratched her back, she scratched mine. And over the months we've spent together, living at her house and actually surviving in the other's presence for more seven hours at a time like we did at the studios, I never told her a single thing about my reasoning for Demi Lovato. Nothing I did made her lean towards a certain reason or another, but if you think about it…I hate to admit it, but it was completely obvious for Tawni- who had become rather insightful- to realize.

Instead of ignoring her like I'd done whenever she brought up these conversations, I decided to deny it. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I've been with you for the past five months and you really have the nerve to tell me that you don't understand? Sonny, I know you! I was the only one who agreed and even encouraged your relationship, I tried to get you back together when-,"

"Stop!" I cut her off, my voice high and let go in a snap. "I don't want to hear it Tawni! I know you know. I do! I just can't stand this…this-this waiting! This loneliness! I'm so sick of it. I-I…"

"Oh, Sonny…" She said softly, his time her hand coming out and touching my shoulder. "Everything will work out," She repeated the words with a soft smile. "I know it will."

I sighed, nodding. "You're right, Tawni. I'm…I'm sorry."

She pursed her lips, automatically taking her hand away. We might be friends, but she still isn't good with tears or sadness in general. That's probably why she picked a Sonny friend. I giggled.

The rest of the ride was silent, but a comfortable silence. I kept a soft smile on my face, in the back of my mind knowing that in less that five minutes, I could see him.

But I refused to say who.

"Once again- chill. Out!" Tawni said frustratedly.

"Sorry," I said simply. I didn't want to increase the chance of another outburst.

"Okay, you've been here more than I have. Where do we go?"

I checked my new phone. "Collin sent me a text saying that we were all meeting in room 208."

Tawni hesitated as we started walking. Then she said, "Isn't that the room we were in where he confirmed the show?"

"Yes."

"You are using Demi's phone, right?" she whispered, terrified.

"Yes, Tawni! Now you need to relax." I mocked her.

Familiar faces looked at me strangely, curious of the new girl. Sonny new them, but they didn't know Demi. I sighed shakily, smoothing my dress.

"When we go home, I'm burning that dress."

"Shut up."

We walked quietly. "So…" Tawni said, feeling awkward. I looked at her so she would continue. "What are you going to do…when you see…you know?"

I shrugged, not putting it off anymore. "Formally introduce myself to him as Demitria Lovato."

"So, honestly." She said with a gossipy smile. "You're really not going to tell him the truth."

"I did this so I could express my musical love to the world without having twice the paparazzi on me."

"And that's the only reason." She stated doubtfully.

"You know the other one," I grinded my teeth.

"Thank you for admitting it." She smiled. The familiar room of 208 was in front of us. Time to put my acting skills to the test.

I looked at Tawni confusedly. "Admitting to what?"

With a satisfied smirk, I stuck my tongue out at Tawni. We were three minutes late, as planned. Here we go.

She opened the door for me when she glared at me not to touch the doorknob. This way, I bustled into the room as though I were afraid I would get into trouble for being late. Tawni closed the door behind me as quickly as she could and we both bustled toward Collin who sat at a chair in the corner of the room with a clipboard.

"I am SO sorry I'm late Collin!" I said as nervously as possible. "Please please please please please don't kick me off the show! It will never-,"

"Miss Lovato," He smiled, standing and shaking my hand. "I hope you had no trouble finding the room- or the studios themselves." He raised a perfectly plucked and waxed eyebrow.

"Oh, i-it wasn't a problem," I stuttered, the line between fake nerves and real nerves beginning to blur.

Incredible tingles were all over my body. I hadn't looked around the room- was he here yet? Who was here yet?

"Oh, good, good." He smiled. "Well, take a seat and make yourself comfortable- Oh, Tawni!" He said with a huge smile.

"Collin," Tawni smiled politely, shocked when Tawni made a move to give her a hug. Wrapping their arms around each other, Tawni looked over his shoulder at me with a disgusted expression. My hand flew to my mouth to muffle the giggles escaping my lips. I kept a straight face as I fixed my hair and smoothed my dress before he turned back around.

"Tawni and I knew each other before, Demi, if you're confused." Nope. I'm not confused, Collin. "She was Sonny Monroe's…what would you call it- "agent"? Yes. They were very close friends."

"We still are," Tawni smiled hard.

"I assume you two know where she is?"

I smiled roughly. "That's not why we're here, are we? Let's meet everyone else!"

I sat down on an empty couch next to Tawni as quickly as possible.

On the couch next to me sat two girls who looked almost exactly alike- the Veronicas. They sat in the same pose: arms in their lap with their hands ringing together, legs crossed and one bouncing up and down. They spoke only to each other, quietly.

On the separate loveseat next to them was one person I was looking forward to seeing again for some strange reason- Selena Gomez. She sat gracefully, her head leaning against the back of the couch as she stared at me. Her eyes narrowed as she smiled at me and I smiled back. She was the first to make eye contact with me- the thought made me smile larger. She nodded at me before looking away talking to the person next to her.

Miley Cyrus. I wasn't a fan of her at all- AT. ALL. Tawni wasn't either. The way she sat spoke her personality. Her arms were crossed stubbornly and her legs were crossed, too, her ankle on her knee. She looked toward the ceiling, refusing to look at anyone in the room as though she were above them. Tawni whipped out her phone as I sneered at the Miley girl. But then again, she was sort of my inspiration when it came to Demi Lovato. But my career- no way. I looked down on her.

Next to that sat Justin Beiber and Sienna Nicole. They sat on the very edges of the couch, glaring daggers at each other. I widened my eyes when they both looked away at me when they sat down- both their moods changed drastically when they both smiled- Sienna smiling politely and Justin smiling flirtatiously. I smiled back shyly and moved to the next seats.

There sat two boys. Dino Amedella was on the left, his hair a little too gelled. I hid a smile and looked at the next boy who just so happened to be Jackson Tyler. I knew he sang a few songs in the album for his vampire movies, but I didn't know he was actually good. Maybe now I'd get to meet him! I wonder if his sweat really shines like a thousand rubies…? I nudged Tawni and jerked my head toward Jackson, but she was already staring with her mouth agape. She turned and smiled at me hugely as she giggled.

One boy sat on the couch next to those people for some reason. Only one? Hmm. He seemed kind of rejected, his black hair looking like he ran his fingers through it nervously. It was Andrew Ferrari. His last name had been changed when he became famous for some album cover and apparently he wrote songs himself.

I let my eyes skim to the last couch- the one to the right of mine. The single couch with a single person on it. His head rested on the arm of the chair and his feet lounged on the opposite one. His phone was in his hands, propped up on the elbows that were placed on what I know is a built, muscular stomach. He played around on the internet, his golden locks falling into his deep, dark, hypnotizing aquamarine eyes.

He looked as I sat down. His eyes met mine.

Brown- excuse me- green met blue.

And I stopped.

I stopped breathing.

I stared into a deep, never ending gaze of confusion. His eyes moved to the door and back to me, his brow crumpling. Then he looked at the blonde next to me for a fleeting moment. His eyes narrowed at me once again, and he glared before turning back to his phone, his back now rigid and legs straight.

I caught my breath when Tawni put a comforting hand on my arm. I looked at her, than at the ground.

Chad Dylan Cooper.