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There's absolutely nothing important I need to tell you right now, so I'm just going to skip ahead to the topic.

Chad Dylan Cooper On Cinnamon Rolls

Cinnamon rolls are the most amazing thing ever. Besides yours truly, of course. And loganberry smoothies. You can't beat those.

But cinnamon rolls are just delicious. You ever tasted one? If you haven't, then go eat one right now. 'Cause that stuff is good.

They're best eaten when warm. Then it's so wonderful and sweet, and it makes you feel equally warm and gooey inside. Mmm.

Cinnamon rolls are basically food for the gods. Or godly people, like me.

That's it. What more can I say? If there's anything else you still want to know, then just eat one and all your questions shall be answered. I'm being serious here.

Now it's storytime. Oh, joy.

This one took place a few months ago, just a few days after I was forced to guest star on So Random. ( Mr. Condor threatened to fire me if I didn't, so you see, I had absolutely no choice in the matter)

All right, so has anyone ever seen Hoosier Girl? It's another one of the shows that films in Condor Studios. I, personally, have never seen it before, because I have no interest in a show about country bumpkins on a farm. Anyway, I happened to run into the girl who plays the lead role on the show, Nicole Somethingorwhatever, and let me tell you, she's HOT. I don't know how I never noticed that before.

Anyway, I asked her out. And she said yes. Great, huh? You'd think so.

Soon after I'd asked out Nicole, I made my way to go see Sonny and rub it in her face about my date. I had a feeling that that would really strike a nerve there, hehe.

So I was walking past her dressing room when I heard Blondie's voice yelling from inside. Curious, I opened the door and poked my head inside. "Knock, knock, Randoms."

Blondie, or Tawni, was suddenly in my face and glaring at me. "Get out of my dressing room!"

"It's our dressing room!" came another voice from the other side of the room.

"I was on this show first, so it's my dressing room!" Tawni yelled, slamming the door in my face. I could still hear what she was saying, though. "So stop trashing it with those ugly things you call clothes!"

Well, now I had to know what was going on. So I pushed open the door and entered the room.

There were clothes everywhere. Little mountains of clothing were scattered randomly around the room, and I seriously couldn't even see any part of the carpet underneath all the clothes. Tawni was attempting to kick all the clothes back in the closet. She was failing, though, since someone kept throwing the clothes back out. Guess who that someone was? Ah, you don't even need to guess, it's so obvious.

"I thought I told you to leave!" Tawni said, narrowing her eyes at me.

"And since when do I listen to you?" I said, rolling my eyes. Then I looked down at the clothes I was stepping in. "What the heck? Did you guys rob a clothing store or something?"

Tawni picked up some pants, held it far away from her face, and shuddered. "Ugh, polyester." She threw the pants off to the side, then stalked off to go sit in the chair by her makeup table. "Ask her!" she said, pointing in the direction of the closet. Then she turned to stare at her reflection and pretty much ignored me.

I decided to take her advice for once and walked over to Sonny, who was still tossing clothes out of the closet. A shirt hit me in the face, along with a skirt and a crumpled up dress. Once I'd managed to brave my way through the storm of clothing, I asked, "Sonny, what're you doing?" Then, after a high heel whizzed past me, I grabbed a nearby pillow and held it in front of my face for protection. I did not want my eyes to get poked out, thank you very much.

Instead of answering me, Sonny groaned, "Urgh, this is hopeless! I have nothing to wear!"

"You're kidding me, right?" I asked in disbelief.

Sonny stood and turned around, tossing her hair to the side as she did so. "Chad, if you've just come to make fun of me about something, then I really don't have time. I'm getting ready."

I lowered the pillow from my face. "For what?" I asked.

She turned her back to me again and started to sift through the few remaining clothes that were still on their hangers. "For my date."

Immediately, I felt a combination of annoyance, surprise, and rage. "Date? What do you mean by date?"

She faced me again and smiled. "Date. It's when you go out with someone, usually at a restaurant or to the movies. Got it now? Or would you like me to explain it further?"

I frowned. "Haha. Very funny. I know what it means. Though let me see if I understood you correctly. Someone actually wants to go out with you on a date? Either you're lying or this person is incredibly stupid."

Sonny raised her eyebrow at me and smiled slyly. "Sounds like someone's jealous."

Yeah, right. "Psh. Oh, please. That'll never happen." I smirked at her, suddenly remembering what I'd come for. "Besides, I haven't got any reason to be jealous. Because for your information, I have a date, too."

I felt a flash of triumph when Sonny's smile disappeared. "What?"

"You heard me," I taunted. When she just stared at me wide-eyed, I couldn't resist adding, "Now who's the jealous one?"

She seemed to regain her composure when I said that and rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot."

"Just admit it, Sonny, you're jealous."

"You wish."

"Well, I bet my date is better than yours!" I told her. "She's charming, sexy, and flawless."

Sonny scoffed and placed her hands on her hips. "Oh, yeah? My date is sweet, sensitive, and thoughtful! Beat that!"

"So, in other words, your date is a fish."

"What's that supposed to mean!"

"Both of you, be quiet!" Tawni snapped from across the room. "I'm looking at my reflection! It's bad enough that my dressing room looks ugly, but I don't need you two ruining my Tawnitime, too!"

I shook my head, then glared at Sonny. "Yeah, well, good luck finding clothes for your stupid date!" I yelled at her.

"Thank you! I think!" she yelled back angrily. Then suddenly she grinned. "Hey, Tawni, do you think maybe I could - ?"

"You touch my clothes, you die," Tawni said curtly.

I rolled my eyes, then stalked out of the room, but not before I heard Tawni tell Sonny, "Oh, and honey, you made this mess, so you have to clean it."

That made me grin. Served Munroe right.

Let's fast forward a bit to that night at 7:00 P.M., when I drove to a local restaurant to go meet Nicole. I'd suggested that I pick her up in my sweet convertible, but apparently she has this thing against riding with people she barely knows. I guess I understand what she means, what with all the wackos out there, but she should've known that I would never try anything on her. That's not how the Chad rolls.

But whatever.

So I arrived at the restaurant fashionably late and went inside. Oh, and I can't really say what the restaurant name was, since it's exclusive for celebrities (and rich people, on occasion) only. We're the only ones that know about it. And if I went and blabbed the name out all over the internet, then some wise guys who aren't famous might get ideas and... no, I'm not even gonna go there.

The point is, it's secret.

But I will say this: The Restaurant (I'm just going to resort to calling it that now, since I can't tell you its real name) makes the absolute best cinnamon rolls. While all cinnamon rolls are delicious, these cinnamon rolls are absolutely heavenly. The cinnamon rolls they make at The Restaurant are pretty much the whole reason why The Restaurant is as successful as it is. And why only celebrities can go inside.

Hah! In your face, suckas!

No offense meant, of course.

So I entered and talked to the dude at the door, who showed me to the table I'd reserved for our date. Nicole was already there, waiting for me. She raised an eyebrow as I sat beside her. "You're late," she pointed out.

I shrugged. "Only by fifteen minutes. Oh, menus, please," I added to a waiter passing by, who nodded and rushed off. Then I smiled at Nicole. If you want to know what she looks like, then go look at a promo poster for her show. Or if you're too lazy to do that, then fine, I'll tell you. She's got straight light brown hair, and her eyes are either green or hazel. I'm not really sure. Oh, and she's very nicely tanned. And curvy. Yes, she was an ideal girl.

"So how's it going?" I asked her as the waiter dude came back with the menus. Nicole looked down at her menu as she responded, "Oh, I'm doing good. By the way, Chad, I can't believe you managed to get us reservations here. Well, in a way, I can, but still, it's pretty darn amazing, too. I mean, this is a..." And blah blah blah. She went on talking, but I'd quit listening. Why had I quit listening, do you ask?

One reason is that I have a short attention span when it comes to girl talk.

The main reason is that at that moment I happened to spot some guy sitting at the table next to us, laughing loudly at something the person he was with had said. I glared at the guy, willing him to be quieter or, better yet, to shut up. Then the girl sitting by him happened to toss her hair and laugh, too. I recognized her immediately.

It was her.

And by her I mean Sonny Munroe.

She always finds some way to ruin my day, whether it be intentional or not. Just my luck, huh?

"Chad?" I blinked and focused back on Nicole, who was giving me a confused look. "You ok? You just kind of spaced out for a second there."

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," I assured her, nodding. I glanced over at the other table and glowered at the guy, who had just put his arm around Sonny's shoulder. "Hey, would you excuse me for a second? If the waiter comes by, just tell him that I want roast beef. And Pepsi."

Without waiting for her to respond, I got out of my seat and circled around to the other table. I'm not really sure why I didn't just continue my date and pretend that Sonny wasn't there. For some reason I just had to make my presence known. I guess.

"Well, hello, there," I said, resting my hands on their table and smiling. Sonny, who'd apparently been telling the guy a joke, because he was laughing, whipped her head around when I spoke and stared at me in shock. I couldn't help but notice that the yellow dress she'd finally decided on looked incredibly good on her.

"Fancy seeing you here, Sonny," I continued.

Disbelief replaced the shock in her expression, and then irritation. "Chad," she greeted me curtly.

"Hey, you're Chad Dylan Cooper," the guy sitting next to her said suddenly, and he grinned at me. "I'm Jacob. I work on Tween Gladiators. Your show's awesome, man. I watch it every chance I get."

I felt a bit more warmth towards the dude. But only a tiny bit. At the same time, I still felt a strong dislike towards him. "Well, who doesn't?" I replied simply, then looked down at Sonny, who was sending me the look of death. Ignoring the fact that she was trying to kill me with her eyes, I said, "Can I talk to you?"

"No. I'm on a date, if you hadn't noticed," she informed me in an overly sweet voice.

"Oh, I don't mind," Jacob said, smiling pleasantly.

Sonny stared at him. "What?"

I smirked. "You heard him, Sonny, he's cool with it."

Sonny shot me another grumpy look. "Fine." She stood up and walked off with her head held high. I gave the Jacob guy a quick salute before following her. She stopped by the door to the kitchen and whirled around to face me, her angry face on. "What are you doing here, Chad? Are you seriously trying to ruin my date?"

"I could ask you the same question!" I said, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Are you insane? I'm here to enjoy myself and have a nice night. I could care less about your date, Chad," she said, folding her arms.

"I don't believe you," I sneered. "And what makes you think I'd try to ruin your night?"

"Oh, I dunno, maybe because you just dragged me away from my date!"

"I didn't drag you! And I don't care about your dumb date, either," I added defensively.

"I don't believe you," she said frostily.

I stepped closer to her, clenching my fists at my side. "So you think you can just come here and try to mess up my night, huh? Well, you thought wrong, Munroe, because I'm going to have a great time tonight!"

She scoffed. "Please! I'm going to have a way better time than you ever could!"

"Oh, it's on!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"So we're good?"

"Oh, we're so good!"

She stalked back off to her date in a huff, and I summoned up all my acting skills to hide my own anger. Then I returned to Nicole, who was already tucking into her meal. Yes, while I'd been gone, our dinner had arrived, along with the delicious, complimentary cinnamon rolls that came in a basket with it. She stared at me. "Where'd you go?"

"Bathroom," I said quickly, then picked up my knife and proceeded to cut up my roast beef into tiny pieces, imagining that it was Sonny I was cutting up. Seriously, what was with her? I'm still absolutely convinced that she came to The Restaurant just to irritate me. Well, it worked. But I was definitely not going to let her get away with it. Oh, no. You know why? Because I'm Chad Dylan Cooper, that's why!

I glanced over at the other table, where Sonny was laughing loudly at something Jacob had probably said. I frowned. Oh, I would show that little diva.

I put my arm around Nicole and smiled at her. "So, you enjoying your night so far?"

She gave me an odd look. "Um. I guess?"

I shook my head fondly. "The way you say that is so cute." I tapped her nose with my finger and laughed. Nicole raised her eyebrows and laughed, too, though her laughter sounded a bit confused.

I chanced a glance at Sonny. She was staring at our table. Her gaze met mine, and she narrowed her eyes at me. I smirked at her, just to show her how much I was enjoying myself.

In response, she wrapped her arms around Jacob's neck in a hug and said loudly enough for me to hear, "Aww, how sweet of you! You are such a great guy, Jacob." She gave me a smug look over his shoulder.

I silently fumed at her. Oh, yeah? She didn't know who she was messing with. I looked over at my date. "You know, Nicole," I said loudly. "I'm having an amazing time, and it's all because I'm here with the most amazing girl I've ever known."

Even not looking at her, I could feel Sonny's eyes burning holes in the back of my neck. Not literally, of course. Success! I thought.

"I'm flattered, Chad, but we've only known each other for a couple of hours," Nicole said, looking bewildered. I almost felt sorry for her. Almost, but not quite. First I had to rub it in Sonny's face about how fantastic my date was so far. I could always feel sorry for people later on.

"Even so, I feel like this was meant to be," I said, smiling. "Don't you feel it, too?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

I was about to answer her, but got distracted when I saw Sonny leaning on Jacob's shoulder, giggling and saying things like, "Awh, you're so cute, what nice muscles you have, blahblahblah." I don't remember exactly what she said, but it was something like that. That's when I snapped.

I threw my napkin down, stood up, and glared at her. "Look, would you two get a room? I'm trying to enjoy my date here!"

It was amazing how quickly the chatter of the various celebrities and rich peeps died down, and how suddenly everyone was staring at us. Even the waiters. At that moment, though, I barely noticed.

Sonny laughed, even though there was absolutely nothing funny about the situation, and stood up, too. "I could say the exact same thing to you, Cooper. Besides, I thought you were enjoying yourself."

I smiled back at her, though my words were laced with venom. "Well, I was, until you started talking in that obnoxiously loud voice of yours. I don't know what that guy could possibly see in you."

Amidst the 'ooh's of the crowd, Sonny frowned. For a second, she looked hurt, and I almost wanted to take back what I'd just said. But then her eyes narrowed again. "Well, maybe he sees that I actually have a heart, which is something that you, Chad, lack."

More 'ooh's from the crowd. I swear I saw Rihanna bob her head and say, "Mmhhm, you tell him, girl."

Oh, she'd done it now. Ignoring Nicole's pleas for me to stop it, I shot back, "Yeah, well, at least I'm not annoying and talentless!"

"At least I'm not egotistical and completely full of myself!" she retorted.

I opened my mouth to yell something back, then saw the cinnamon rolls just sitting in the basket. I picked one up and waved it in the air. "You see this, Sonny? This is you."

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm a cinnamon roll?"

"Yes! You're just like a cinnamon roll! Like you, cinnamon rolls are... are disgustingly sweet and just nauseating to be around. And I hate them!" Ok, so that was a blatant lie, seeing as I love cinnamon rolls. But still, it was the only thing I could come up with.

There were gasps from the crowd. The hurt look had reappeared on Sonny's face, but then it went away and she just looked pissed. "Really? Well..." She looked down, then held up a plate of some kind of dessert thing that I've never seen before in my life. "You are just like this fancy schmancy dessert that has a name I can't pronounce! Yeah, because like you, Chad, this... thing looks incredibly good on the menu. But then you actually get a taste of it, and it's sour and just plain terrible, not to mention fake!" she spat. Now how food could taste fake, I don't know, but I guess it didn't matter, seeing as this was all directed at me. "And for the record, I hate them, too!"

More gasps came from the bystanders, along with a yell of "Ooh, burn!" from some girl and an exclamation of, "Are you two just going to insult the food all day?" from some random idiot.

I was going to say something more, but then Nicole stood up and said, "Chad, what is your problem?"

"What's my problem?" I asked in bewilderment. "My problem is that she was trying to ruin our date!" I pointed to Sonny.

"Ruin our date? How exactly was she trying to do that?" she asked.

I opened my mouth to answer her, but then realized she probably wouldn't understand even if I told her. I barely understand myself, to be honest. Therefore I couldn't say anything.

"Exactly," Nicole said, nodding. "You don't even know yourself." She sighed. "You should go apologize, Chad. What you told her was mean."

"What? But she was being mean, too!" I whined. I was aware that I sounded like a freaking five year old, but I didn't really care at the time.

Nicole gave me a stern look, and I rolled my eyes before turning and walking over to the other table, where Sonny was having some sort of discussion with Jacob. Nicole followed behind me, probably to make sure I apologized.

"Sonny," I said stiffly. "I'm sorry for comparing you to a cinnamon roll."

She looked up at me, and her frown told me that I obviously wasn't forgiven. "I'm sorry for just telling you the truth," she said coldly.

I was about to make a sharp retort, but Nicole poked me in the side as a warning, I guess, so I kept my mouth shut and resorted to just glaring at her.

"See, was that so hard?" Jacob asked, smiling. "Now we can all be friends again."

Friends? Wow. Tween Gladiator people may be good looking, but they're pretty dumb.

That's when Nicole sort of shoved me aside to stare at the guy sitting next to Sonny. "Jacob?" she asked, sounding surprised.

Jacob looked at her, and his eyes widened. "Nicole? Wow, I didn't expect to see you here!"

"Me, either!" Nicole said.

I stared back and forth from both of them with absolutely no idea what was happening. Then Sonny cleared her throat and asked, "Um, wait, you guys know each other?"

"Yeah, we used to go out," Nicole said enthusiastically. "Wow, Jacob it's been ages! What've you been up to? Have you been working out?" Then she plopped onto the seat beside Jacob, and the two began chatting as though they were old buddies. Which I guess they were, in a way.

I stared at them. After a moment, Sonny came around to stand by me and mumbled, "Are you starting to feel a little third-wheelish?"

"Maybe," I said back, eyeing her.

She sighed. "We should give them some time alone, Chad. We kind of owe it to them, after what we put them through tonight." She walked over to my table and sat down on the seat. I slid in beside her and asked, "What're you talking about?"

She gestured with one hand to where Jacob and Nicole were sitting. "We've basically just been using them the whole night to prove to each other that we have better dates. So it's the least we can do to actually let them enjoy themselves." She sighed and closed her eyes. "I feel terrible about this."

"You should. You're the one that ruined everything," I informed her.

She shot me a look. "Are you seriously still saying that? We both have equal blame for this, ok?"

I rolled my eyes. "Fine."

She didn't reply with the usual 'Fine', so I glanced at her to see if something was wrong. She was turned away from me, so I couldn't see her face, but I had a feeling she was still upset with me. If you must know, I didn't really like the idea of her being upset with me.

So I sighed and said, "I lied."

She looked at me. "Huh?"

I avoided her gaze and stared instead at the basket of cinnamon rolls on the table. "I actually really like cinnamon rolls."

There was a short pause. Then she asked, "Really?"

I looked over at her. She was actually smiling, and I figured that all was forgiven, for the most part. So I relaxed and smiled back. "Really." Her smile widened a bit, which probably means she knew I wasn't just talking about cinnamon rolls.

"Thanks, Chad," she said. "And I actually really do hate that dessert thing I ate awhile ago, because it's seriously gross."

"Hey!" I said, pretending to be offended.

She laughed. "But I like you, too, Chad. Sometimes. When you're not getting on my nerves." She lightly punched my shoulder playfully, and I laughed.

"We should probably go now," I pointed out. Sonny blinked. "Wouldn't our dates be mad if we left without them?"

I shook my head. "Nah, I think they'll be fine. They look like they're gonna be there for a while, anyway."

She glanced over at our dates, then nodded. "Agreed."

I grinned at her. "Let's go, cinnamon roll," I said teasingly, which earned me another light punch to the arm.

I ended up driving her back home, since now that Jacob was busy with Nicole, she had no ride. Then once I'd dropped her off, I headed back home myself.

I haven't gone out with Nicole ever since then. She may be sexy, but I don't really think I can deal with someone like her. Besides, there didn't seem to be much chemistry between us.

I told her all that, and she replied cheerfully that it was ok, because she was going out with Jacob now.

So it all worked out.

And that's about it.

The moral for this one is: You can compare both things that you like and hate to cinnamon rolls. How cool is that?

Now, just because I happened to admit once that I like Munroe (in the friend-ish way), don't think that means she's any less annoying or divalike. Because she absolutely is, and don't let anyone tell you differently.

Peace out, suckas!

Reviews are greatly appreciated. :D Thanks for reading!

~Ginger