Okay, I'm glad someone responded to my plea yesterday.

This is an awsome chapter two if I do say so myself,

by best with breadsticks

Chad Dylan Cooper

***

Being carried around by the girl you think you may kind of, sort of have a crush on is one thing, but being carried out to the car of a sweaty, middle-aged man who still lived with his mother was another.

This was definitely a new form of torture. I had Sonny right there next to me, and the BAM! I get the old executive producer. It didn't help though that my head pounded like – like – okay, all this making up similes to describe what pain I'm in isn't really helping the cause of getting Sonny to be next to me or to stop my head from throbbing, so I'm just giving up on those.

"Okay, here's my car," Marshall stated, as he gentle opened juggled opened the door of the backseat while holding me up. I wavered a bit, unsteady from the blood loss. "Just hold up one second. I think I have something you can use to –"

I just stopped listening at that point. Man, he's talks a lot. He yapped all the way over to his car. Not that I was paying any attention or anything. I think getting hit with that hat rack turned my brain to mush.

I was trying to think back on why I had even come to Sonny's room in the first place. Surely it was just to see her. I hadn't seen her all week. Well, okay, yeah, I'd seen her all week and even a few times today, but the increasing amount of time I didn't see her was driving me nuts. Nuts enough that I strolled over to So Random! after rehearsal.

"Okay, now…" Marshall took a deep breath. "We had to do this carefully, without any more accidents."

I nodded, which in retrospect was a horrible idea due to the fact that then, like before when I had witnessed Tawni double, Marshall began to triple. I bit hard down on my lip to keep focus on the task at hand. One, keep the towel I was holding on the wound, and two, get into the vehicle. Easy enough, right?

Wrong.

As soon as I took a step towards the car, Marshall, for some unannounced reason, decided to let go of me. I swore silently in my head as I toppled to the ground due to my legs buckling beneath me.

"Oh my gosh!" At least he seemed mildly horrified for what he had done to me. "Sorry, sorry." He apologized quickly, before leaning over and lifting me up from the ground.

I tried to glare at him, but realized that I couldn't exactly tell which of the now five Marshalls swirling around my head actually was the real Marshall. The whole sight was sickening.

If there had been five Sonnys in front of me, okay, I'd deal with that. The more the merrier, right? But five momma's boys, oh gosh, somebody save me.

I reached out for the car, but couldn't find it.

Oh crap.

I felt my head gaze down towards the ground, before I completely blacked out.

***

Sonny Munroe

***

I felt better knowing that Marshall would get Chad help, but I still had a problem. And that problem would be I was walking around the studio in nothing but a flimsy curtain. This was probably not the best idea for a girl on a kid's comedy show, but in the moment, I had to do what I had to do.

I scurried back to my dressing room and threw on the first outfit I could find. I needed to bit quick about this and get back helping Chad. I needed to know that he was alright.

I didn't know why I was feeling so guilty about the accident. I mean, he did walk in on me, and thus he covered his eyes, and thus he ran into the hat rack. There was nothing in that story that was really my fault; he just needs to be more careful and considerate.
"Sonny?" I heard Tawni mumbled. Darn it. I forgot about her on the floor.

"Yes, Tawn," I replied, jumping to put on my pants. "Are you okay?" I added.

She sat up, only to make a face that indicated that she was having a killer headache due to fainting. "Ow," she screeched, before falling backward towards the floor. "Sonny, get me some Tylenol. My head hurts." She moaned.

I glanced around the room, trying to locate my purse which contained a small packet of two Tylenol. My mother always thought it handy for me to carry some around. Just in case.

I found my purse and pulled out the Tylenol. I grabbed the bottle of water I had brought back from the cafeteria earlier and handed the medicine and water to Tawni. She scrunched her face at the water bottle I had drunk out of earlier.

"You know, I'd rather have a headache than swap spit with you." She pushed the bottle of the way.

"Tawni, just take it." I set the stuff down next to her. "I have to go make sure Chad is okay." I walked over and got my purse.

"No! You are not leaving me here on my own to fend for myself. Isn't it obvious that I need some help here? And you are not going anywhere until my headache is gone." She crossed her arms from where she was laying on the floor and narrowed her eyes at me.

Unfortunately, she was right. My niceness refused to let me just leave her on the floor and go be with Chad. I had to tend to her every whim first. Darn my niceness.

I decided to give it one last try, maybe I could guilt her into letting me just go call Marshall to check. "But, Tawni, please…"

"Sonny," she stared right at me and I was trapped by my need to be kind.

I set down my purse and sat down beside her. She smiled at me, knowing she got exactly what she wanted. "Now, Sonny, be a dear and go fetch me some water without your saliva in it."

I was just about to grumble something, when I heard the distinct sounds of sirens in the distance.

Oh crap.

I hoped you liked that, I thought it was pretty funny myself, honestly, I haven't read much by best with breadsticks before, and now I will, I loved it. She writes mostly for Twilght, but has quite a few Sonny With a Chances, and has written a couple stories in other sujects including Hanna Montana and Danny Phantom. As you can it's worth checking out her profile page. Review and send.