Disclaimer: Sonny with a Chance = not mine. Yup, unfortunately that equation adds up. Frowny face. Oh, and neither does Claire's. But you know what? I do deserve the title of Worst Channy Fan after this chapter. Warning: Lot's of Chad/Meghan in this chapter. Sorry.

I want to scream. This story hit 100! And not just that, it hit 104! Eeep! This time I have an excuse for not updating, too. Our heat went off while it was snowing more than it has in a long time, so I had to spend a couple nights at my friend's house. Not that I minded staying there. ;) But I did miss this story, so here we go and I REALLY hope it's worth the wait and I don't fail completely. PLUS, my brother accidentally killed one of our computers, so now I lost the one shot I was working on. And…I had plans for it, too. Needless to say, that made me sad for a few days. I know I'm a baby and all, but hey, at least I still have this story. Thank you, dinosaur computer!

Sonny sighed for the umpteenth time, causing her bangs to blow around – again. If she had known Tawni and she would spend the whole time at Claire's after their facials, she wouldn't have agreed to come. Unfortunately, she did agree, and now she was stuck in a store that smelled like metal and perfume for who knows how long.

At least the facial had been nice. It was almost relaxing in a way, because it gave her some desperately craved time to herself. Sonny had been calmer, and had gotten a chance to think for a little while. It had been just what she needed, and she officially felt a lot better. Now she was finally ready to take the leap and get over Chad.

Sonny was jolted out of her thoughts by Tawni's voice calling her over. "Hey Sonny, do you think these earrings go with that pink tank top I have? You know, the one with the sparkles on it that says 'Bubblegum'?"

Looking up, Sonny stood up from the wall she had been leaning against and walked over to Tawni. She already missed the cool feel of the wall, considering all this perfume was making her sick to her stomach. Or maybe it was Chad. Whatever it was, she really wanted to go home and take a bath. "Um, yeah Tawni, I think it'll look great. In fact, you should buy them and wear the shirt tomorrow." If Tawni got what she wanted, maybe she'd leave her alone.

Tawni's smiled, not turning away from the mirror to do so. "Yeah, maybe you're right. Isn't this store great?" Since Valentine's Day was coming up, everything here was completely pink. She didn't blame Tawni for wanting to stay here. It honestly resembled what Sonny assumed Tawni Town looked like.

Looking down at her now perfectly manicured nails in boredom, Sonny replied with a, "Yep. Can't get enough of this pink." It wasn't that she didn't like the color pink, it was just…well, this was a little too much. However, Valentine's Day was really Sonny's favorite holiday. It was just so romantic, like nothing could break apart love if it was in its purest and truest form.

Before she could stop them, Sonny's thoughts flickered to Chad, and how he planned to celebrate Valentine's Day. Whatever it was, she knew his main focus would be Meghan, and making sure she was happy…always. In a twisted way, Sonny found it cute. If Chad was happy with her, why shouldn't Sonny be happy for him?

When it came down to it, she knew the feelings she harbored for Chad weren't able to be classified as a 'crush' – they were too strong. But for now, she was content to call them that, because it hurt less when she did.

Shaking her head to clear it, Sonny walked back over to the entrance of the store where the air was a little less scented. She sincerely hoped Tawni would hurry up and buy whatever it was she planned on getting, and preferably before Sonny blew chunks. Her nice, warm bed seemed pretty inviting right about now.

Just then, Tawni walked over to her, smiling happily, content with what she had just purchased. "Okay, Sonny, it's about five, and I'm exhausted. Do you want a ride back to the studio to get your car?" It was raining outside – again, Sonny thought, for the worst nightmares always occurred when it was raining – and she really didn't want to walk in the rain when she was already in such a bad mood. Then again, fresh air seemed like a good idea.

Sonny shook her head, he brown locks shaking in waves down her back. "Nah, Tawn, I think I just really need some fresh air. I'll chance the rain. It's only about a mile."

Tawni bit her lip, unsure as to whether Sonny was joking or just plain crazy. "I'm giving you a ride back to the studio, and you know that. So…what's up with the sarcasm? Or at least I'm hoping it's sarcasm, and you aren't just a wackadoodle." The blonde laughed, though she was pretty sure there was nothing funny about this to Sonny. She actually wanted to walk in the rain.

Sonny rolled her eyes, a small chuckle escaping her lips at her friend's erratic behavior. "Seriously, Tawni, I want to walk. What's the worst that could happen?"

Tawni rolled her eyes, one hand on her hip. "Oh, I don't know, Sonny, you could get raped? I'm driving you, no discussion."

The brunette sighed, deciding it wasn't worth it. "Fine. Let's go to your car." Tawni obviously wasn't going to give up, so there was no point in getting her mad and possibly starting a fight. Besides, maybe it was crazy to want to walk in the rain.

Tawni smiled, looping an arm through Sonny's. "See? You so know I'm right. I'll call the valet."

Sonny shook her head. "Tawni, we parked our car on our own. There is no valet at the mall. Do you know how many people come here? That'd be way too hard, and they'd have to have at least thirty guys parking people's cars."

Tawni rolled her eyes, pulling out a – pink – cell phone and pressing in a number. "Newbie, it's time to step it up. When you're Tawni Hart, there's always a valet."

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Chad groaned in frustration, running a hand through his hair as he paced around his dressing room for the hundredth time. Why was he so nervous? Meghan was special, and he knew that, but being nervous might just make him mess up the date…even more than he probably would already. God, he was such an idiot, and if he didn't leave now he was going to be late.

Nodding to himself, Chad grabbed his car keys, shoving them in the pocket of his jeans and walking to his car. This night had to be perfect. It had to be, because it was her. It was his Son – Meghan. Why did he keep almost calling Meghan by her name...it had to be because he felt guilty for not replying to Sonny's letter yet. Yeah, that had to be it.

Chad shook his head, ridding himself of all questions he didn't have an answer to. After making sure his hair was still perfectly gelled after the torture he had put it through in his nervousness, Chad slid into his black Porsche and drove to the hotel she was staying at. During the whole car ride there, he kept checking the time. He couldn't be late, because if he was, not only would it make a bad impression, but it might be a bad omen. First he's late for their first date, then he's late to see her win an award for Best Extra (they would have to make one up for this angel), then he's late to their wedding, and then he's late to see their first child born.

After that, she'd be too late to catch him at the airport after kicking him out of their little white house the minute she got out of the hospital, and then he'd be too late to save her when her car crashed minutes after the plane took flight. Therefore, he cannot be late.

Chad pulled up to the hotel, parking quickly and rushing inside. She said she'd be waiting in the lobby, which she was. Meghan was so good at doing what she said she would. That was one of the things Chad loved about her. She would follow through with her promises.

When he saw her, Chad's jaw almost hit the floor. Her brunette hair was straightened perfectly, a light pink headband with a daisy on the side keeping it out of her face perfectly. Her makeup was light, and it made her look delicate, not that she wasn't. But the dress had to be the best part, because it seemed to be made for her. Meghan had on a knee length pink spaghetti strap dress with another daisy on the right side. It matched her silver strappy sandals perfectly. To put it lightly, Meghan looked like an angel, the exact picture of perfection, in Chad's eyes. "Wow."

She giggled lightly, walking over to him. "Well, Chad, I'm glad you think so. I think you look pretty good, too." Her green eyes seemed to shine, but maybe it was just the way the light was hitting them.

He grinned goofily, looking down at his dark blue skinny jeans and crimson button down, his read and white Air Jordans squeaking as he moved them around on the floor nervously. When he looked back up, she was watching him, a small smirk on her face that he didn't seem to notice. He was too wrapped up in being, as she had put it in her head, cutely bashful. She was waiting for him to speak again. Yet when he tried to speak, all that came out was, "Angel…"

She giggled again, smiling her soft smile at him. "I'm going to take that as a compliment and push you out the door, because if I don't I doubt we'll ever leave. Where are we going, anyway?"

Chad seemed to snap back to reality again, his eyes fluttering rapidly in surprise. Whoops. He was messing up already. Smirking calmly, Chad wrapped a gentle arm around her. "Well, that's for me to know and you to find out, isn't it. Ready to go?"

She nodded, snuggling closer into his chest. "Yeah, I'm ready. And you smell good. Try not to hold that against me, 'kay?"

He smiled at her, intertwining their fingers. "I promise now that I would never do that to you. And also that you won't have to leave my side for the whole night unless you want to, okay?"

She nodded, sniffing him lightly when she thought he didn't notice. He did, but it was just plain adorable. "Works for me, Cooper."

Chad immediately went rigid, his eyes staring blankly ahead of him. Sonny. Her beautiful laughter, so pure and sweet. Her sparkling eyes, filled to the brim with happiness. And her hair, pretty as can be. She was like a little porcelain doll.

Chad cursed to himself quietly as he came back to Earth, Meghan's soothing voice questioning him. "Chad, are you okay?"

He nodded. Whatever feelings he had ever held for Sonny were long gone, and he needed to keep a reign on himself. Actually, he decided right then, that would be Meghan's job she didn't necessarily know she was doing. Because she was amazing at everything without even trying. "Um, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that. Just…memories. Ready to go?"

She nodded, her eyes trusting and innocent. For once he wished they weren't, because he wasn't supposed to be thinking about Sonny, and she just made him feel guiltier than he already did. "Yeah. Let's go, Chaddyo!"

Chad laughed, pulling her to his car. "Don't you dare call me that on set." It wasn't a bad nickname, actually. Especially not when it was rolling off of Meghan's tongue.

Meghan giggled again, allowing him to take her wherever he wanted. Chad was great. "No promises, kay?"

He rolled his eyes, but agreed nonetheless, daringly bringing her to his side as he unlocked the passenger side door for her. "Kay."

I think I almost puked while writing this, but…they are kind of a cute couple, so…yeah. I'm a bad Channy fan, I know. Anyway, sorry this took so long, but I wanted to make it sound good so I wanted to be in the mood for writing. Can I recommend two songs? I Wanna Grow Old with You by Westlife, and How Did I Fall in love with you by The Backstreet Boys. Love you guys! My little huggables! SMILES!
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