Hey guys!

I am back with another chapter! This one is based on Poll'd Apart, which I wasn't originally planning to do. But, with the help of LiveLaughLovePeaceChocolate, I've decided to write it. So... this chapter is dedicated to you, LLLPC! (I just abbreviated your name, I hope you like it ;))

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Chapter 10 - Oh No She Didn't!

Chad's POV

Anyways, thanks again! Happy birthday, and I'll see you around.

The day after Sonny's party, Sonny's real birthday, and I'm writing a little note to her to thank her for getting revenge on Ronnie for me last night. I never thought I'd say this, but I guess Sonny really is a pretty good friend. You know, for someone who's meant to be my worse enemy.

I slip the note into a basket full of fruit that I… borrowed from my Mom's fruit bowl back home, before stupidly sneaking to Melody Falls to give it to her. Luckily, the cast is in the middle of filming, so no-one really notices me and so no-one complains at my presence (cough, Dramas, cough). The security guard does give me funny looks when I enter and exit though, but he doesn't stop me. Which is weird, because last time I knew, I was on Sonny's Do Not Admit wall. I look up at the wall on my way out of the set and smile a little – I've been removed from the wall. Huh, what an honor.

I arrive in the Prop House at about noon after my mad rush to deliver Sonny's basket to face the rest of my cast, who are puzzled at the fact none of them have seen me all day. That's because I've been sat in my dressing room, sighing like a love-struck idiot.

"Chad?" Tawni says, scanning me like she can't quite believe I still exist. "Where have you been all morning? No-one's seen you."

"Uh…" Great answer, moron. "I've just been… places." Ditto. Gosh, you're a bad liar.

Luckily, no-one questions me on these 'places', and get back to their usual business. Nico and Grady continue with their video game, Zora is in the corner of the room, making some kind of crazy contraption – probably to get revenge on someone – and Tawni just shrugs and turns to her phone. She fluffs her hair, pulling kissy faces at the screen of the phone as I take a seat on the couch and pick up a script for this week's So Random, puzzled at what she's doing. A few seconds later, I notice her phone isn't actually on and realise that she's just checking her reflection. I roll my eyes. These crazy self-obsessed Hollywood girls… they are strange.

Tawni notices the look I give her. She shoots me a death glare, before turning back to her phone and continuing to make kissy faces, and I watch her, sighing. I don't know what I think about Tawni – sure, she's pretty. She can be pretty cool, funny, sweet… but she's also incredibly egoistical. Just like Sonny. Something tells me that quite a few girls in this town can be like that. I guess it's what the fame does to you – Tawni and Sonny are probably the most famous people I've met so far in Hollywood. Coincidently, they're the most egoistical. It's quite a shame, considering they're both pretty and I use to have a crush on both of them… and maybe I still have a crush on them…

Tawni then gasps dramatically, clutching her phone with one hand and her chest with another, before looking up from her phone for the second time since I entered the room.

"Guys, check this out!" She says, ushering us over to her phone. Being next to her on the couch, I don't have to move too far to see the screen. I just have to lean slightly into Tawni… which feels very awkward.

When I finally get a comfortable view of the phone (aka, not resting on Tawni's chest), I notice the Internet on the screen, open at an article from an online blog called "Sharona Knows".

I've read this blog countless times before. It was a major source for news all things Hollywood – So Random, Melody Falls, Sonny Munroe – the girl I had the major crush on…because she's so damn beautiful… and hot… where was I? Oh yeah, uh, the blog. I used it a lot to get news on the Hollywood gossip. Most of the time (I think) it was true, and it was kinda funny too.

"There's an article on us. Specifically one of us…" Tawni explains, before reading out the headline, "New Meat in the Random Bunch."

I suddenly feel slightly anxious. New meat? She's gotta be talking about me… right? Coz I'm new, and I'm in So Random. The fans call the cast 'The Randoms' (courtesy of Sonny – she does it as an insult, but from So Random fans, it's the most awesome nickname possible). Yep. This is a story about So Random. And by the sounds of it, specifically me.

Tawni continues to read the article, "Everyone knows the Randoms – the funny bunch of teens, great to watch for a laugh – second to only the drama of their rival show and neighbour in the popular TV studio Condor Studios – of course, this show is Melody Falls. We all love So Random, sure, but what's this? A rookie comedian seems to have crawled his way up from a small town in Wisconsin to join our favourite tween sketch show. Of course, this worried the fans of the group of teens who stuck together like glue. What would he be like? Would he cause tension in the group? And, mainly, would he be funny? We all know that if the kid's not funny, he's dead in this town."

I suddenly feel my throat go very dry. Time for the moment of truth… do people really like me? Or have I just been kidding myself this whole time? I know I shouldn't listen to some silly blog… but you know; it's Sharona! And it's scary…

"On his first show about five weeks ago, we all held our breath, watching for any kind of mistake from the newbie. As a Random fan myself, I knew that if the kid screwed up, I'd be first to complain! But… as I was searching for any kind of flaw… I found nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. You get the idea."

My ears suddenly perk up as I feel Nico pat me supportively on the back.

"Chad Dylan Cooper is his name… and what can I say? Not much but, this kid's a gem! Funny, goofy, kind-hearted, and not to mention – cute. Sources say that a lot of parents had to complain that their teenage daughters were sitting too close to the TV just to get a close-up glimpse of their new crush!"

I suddenly feel very confident… and a little out of my depth.

"Yes, with all the newly-acquired fame and oodles of screaming female fans he's received – he is loved by the boys too, don't get me wrong – you'd think the Wisconsinite would've gone crazy by now." Tawni continues, no emotion in her voice. It just sounds like she's shocked. I hope that's a good thing. "But, according to reports from friends and colleagues alike, he's as goofy, sweet and lovable as he seemed on the first show! Something tells me that Chad's gonna go far – in fact, I believe that he may be the new favourite Random! Move over Tawni Hart – here comes a real superstar! Yes, it seems that Tawni Hart, old favourite, may have become old news compared to this small-town superstar…"

Tawni trails off after this, and I gulp. Uh oh… the blog had to mention Tawni, didn't it? Uh, something tells me Tawni's gonna hate me now. She was, according to the other Randoms, jealous that because I was new, I'd steal her spotlight. And that is exactly what Sharona has portrayed here.

Great.

"Nice, Chad…" Nico says supportively, yet you can tell in his voice that he's trying not to anger Tawni. And when she's in shock, Tawni is easily angered. Shoot.

"Yeah. Congrats." Zora says, "Sharona rarely praises anyone…"

At that moment, Tawni gets up and storms out, sobbing a little. I turn to face the other Randoms, cringing slightly, before following Tawni out into the hall and towards her dressing room.

Well… following Tawni wasn't my brightest idea yet…

Tawni being Tawni, she threw one of her familiar diva fits – yelling, screaming, and not letting anyone into her dressing room. Even when I somehow got in the dressing room, she screamed at me and threw a pillow at me, saying she was suddenly not good enough to be on the show because she was beaten to the top by a lousy, small-town cheese-eating perky kid. I know – ouch. But I try not to take it personally – when Tawni's mad, she goes overboard.

And it gets worse later on. It seems apparent that Sharona has started to target Tawni. She starts sending out rumour upon rumour on the poor girl, and Tawni reads every single one of them… and each one makes her madder and madder until staying within 5 metre radius of her seems pretty lethal.

So, I decide to open my big mouth and offer to go talk to Sharona, and ask her to stop blogging negatively about her. Honestly, what can go wrong? Well, a lot, knowing my luck.

But, being the meddling nut-job I am, I can't resist trying to help (get my nose stuck into something), so I'm gonna head to Sharona's office… if I can find it.

I'm walking across the Condor Studios parking lot, when I hear a girl scream a little and turn to see a silver convertible right in front of me, slowly heading my way.

Crap.

The car grinds to a halt, inches away from hitting me, and I sigh in relief, before looking past the shining headlights to see who I can blame for almost killing me. Okay… kind of freaking out there. Sorry.

"Sonny?"

Sat in the driver's seat of the shiny convertible is the birthday girl herself, who is holding a make-up mirror and looking at me with wide-open eyes.

"Oh. My. God." She breathes, "Chad, are you okay? I didn't hit you, did I? I wasn't exactly watching… but then, neither were you…"

"Sonny," I laugh, holding up my hand to quieten her, "Chill. I'm fine."

Sonny lets out a huge sigh of relief, and she drags her hand across her forehead, "Phew! I didn't want to kill somebody… especially today!"

"Yeah," I chuckle, "I didn't exactly want to be killed today… happy birthday, anyways."

"Thanks." She grins, "Oh, and thanks for the basket. It was sweet."

I smile, ""Just my way of saying thanks for getting Ronnie off my case…"

"Ah, yes." She giggles, "I hoped you liked that. So whatcha doing out here? I thought you'd be hanging with your Fun-Hut buddies."

I roll my eyes, smirking, "Well, considering one of them wants to rip my face off right now, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Ooh…" She says, cringing, "What did you do this time, bad boy?"

Another eye roll. "Well, you know that blog by Sharona…"

"Ah, yes…" Sonny interrupts, "I read the article myself. So what happened? Did Little Miss Tantrum throw a hissy fit?"

"Exactly that." I sigh, "Only… not as bad as you make it out to be." Sonny smirks.

"Really, Chad? Really?"

"Really." I lie. "Anyway, so I told Tawni that I'd go talk to Sharona and ask her to stop blogging about her."

"Right…" Sonny says, "Well, fancy a lift?"

I raise an eyebrow, "A lift?" Sonny nods. "You're offering to take me somewhere?" Another nod. "…So what's the catch?"

"There isn't one!" Sonny smiles, "I just need to get away from this hellhole for a while." She groans a little while I open the passenger door to her car and get in. "Did you realise that if the new make-up artist doesn't give you a birthday present, you don't reserve the right to have them kicked out of the studio?"

I try not to laugh. "Sonny, you didn't…" I suddenly shudder at the thought of her kicking some innocent person out, "Did you?"

She shrugs, "Let's just say, if it was up to me, that girl would be on her way back to Atlanta before she's even settled in here."

"Wow…" I stammer, "Someone really is a diva."

Sonny shrugs again, "You love me really. Right?"

I smirk, before shrugging and pulling a face that signals a 'no', and Sonny gasps and whacks me on the arm with her perfectly-manicured hand, before changing gear on the car, and with that, we drive off.

"So…" Sonny says after a long silence, "You really think going to Sharona's will help in this situation?"

I shrug, "It doesn't hurt to try, right?"

"I suppose…" Sonny nods a little, "But… Sharona's pretty tough. And Tawni always overreacts… maybe you really have nothing to worry about. It's probably just one of her 'moods'."

Sonny quickly reaches for the steering wheel after using air quotes on the word 'moods', and I chuckle.

"I dunno, Sonny…" I say, "I guess I can try. And then, if it doesn't work out, I can just hope that you're right and it is just a…" I imitate her air-quotes, "…'mood'."

Sonny giggles, "Trust me – I, of all people, know when Tawni is in a mood. And this is definitely one of those times, from the way you described it. Throwing pillows and one big diva tantrum? She's probably just overreacting. She usually is."

"Ah, yes," I say sarcastically, "And you would know because you and Tawni were once such good friends."

I then feel Sonny tense up and suddenly remember that, from what Tawni told me, Sonny and Tawni were good friends.

"Once." Sonny says, looking down to her shoes before hearing a threatening car horn from the car next to us on the freeway and looking straight up at the road. Even then though, I can tell she's a little upset. But I don't want to leave it there – I want to ask Sonny why she abandoned her friend. I know it's risky and she may yell at me for trying to get involved, but it's worth a shot.

"What happened between you two?" I ask, "Tawni said that you guys were such good friends until you joined the Falls."

"What else did she tell you?" She quietly after a few seconds silence.

"Uh, that you ditched her for the Falls, and then pulled some huge prank on her for no reason."

She huffs loudly, before murmuring, "She's half right."

I blink, "What do you mean?"

"I did pull a prank on her." Sonny admits, "And I did ditch her. But it wasn't all because of the Falls… it was mainly revenge for some of the things she said to me towards the end of our friendship."

"She said stuff to you?" I say, slightly shocked. Tawni seemed so innocent when she told me about the story of her and Sonny's friendship – but maybe she left out a significant detail. "What kind of stuff?"

Sonny shrugs, "Uh, mean stuff."

"Like… what?"

"Stuff to do with my family… my dad mainly…"

"Your dad?" I gasp, "What about him?"

She twirls her head to face me rather than the road and shoots me a threatening glare. "Chad, I just… don't want to talk about this right now, okay? Can we just change the subject?" She snaps, staring me down, and I start to feel a little guilty.

"Sorry…" I say, slightly cowering, "I was just asking…"

"Well, don't." She growls, before turning back to face the road, before turning into some parking lot and bringing the car to a halt. "We're here." She says emotionlessly, "I'll wait for you out here."

I get out of the car, just nodding. I don't want to upset Sonny any more than it seems I already have.

I enter the big skyscraper-like building that we've parked outside, asking the young-looking receptionist for Sharona's office, and she moodily directs me to an elevator and instructs that I go to floor 25.

"Second door on the left." She mumbles, before sticking her earplugs in and turning the volume up so loud that I can hear it like I'm in a club. Wow… I'm amazed she's not deaf to anything but that music.

I follow her instructions to the office and have to blink twice to make sure I'm not asleep when I see that anything and everything in the room is the color purple. Purple walls, purple computer, purple rug… just, purple. It's actually kinda scary. (I love that room, actually. I'm like, obsessed with the colour purple. I'm wearing it right now. Aaaaaaaaaaannd… back to the story.)

In the back of the room sits a desk and computer, and at that desk is the woman herself – Sharona, typing something into the computer. I try not to overreact – she's not that famous…

She sure doesn't seem to notice my presence, though. She takes a sip out of a coffee mug, keeping her eyes on the computer screen. When it becomes clear to me that she's not going to look up any time soon, I decide to make my presence known.

"Um, hi, Sharona?" I say. At that moment, the woman looks up from her computer screen, smiling when she sees me.

"Ah, Chad!" She says, grinning slightly when she sees me, before turning back to the computer screen. I stand watching her for a minute, unsure of what the heck to say. Well, am I meant to say anything when she's barely acknowledged the fact that I wanna talk to her.

She looks up once more to face me and sighs. "Well, don't just stand there! Sit, sit!"

I nod obediently (what am I, a dog?) before heading over to the first seat I see (purple, of course).

"Not there." Sharona stops me. I pause over the chair, before walking over to a different seat. "Not there." She stops me again. I sigh. This woman is unbelievable.

"How about I just stand?" I say, and she nods, turning back to face her computer screen. I continue with what I have to say, regardless. I have no idea what I'm gonna say, but might as well say something if I want her to stop blogging about Tawni and Tawni to stop being angry with me.

"Uh, Sharona, I'm a big fan of your website…" I begin with a complimenting smile, but she interrupts me, taking her eyes off the computer screen once more.

"Who isn't?" She asks, before letting out a witch-like cackle. O-kay…

"Um, well, anyway…" I continue, but she cuts me off again.

"Not now." She says, holding a hand up, signalling me to shut up. "I'm just about to pick an outfit…"

I watch, perplexed, as Sharona insults a few assistants who bring in outfits for her, before she settles on a blazer – purple, of course, with a black hem.

"Like it?" Sharona asks, obviously thinking that my baffled expression is because of her clothes. Which, in case you didn't guess, are purple. "I'm going to wear this to the Oh No You Di'nts… it's custom-made, so no-one wears the same outfit as me…" She then shudders, "I loath it when people do that." I nod as she heads back to her computer. She sits back down and smiles at me. "Now, what did you want to talk to me about?"

Finally, we're getting somewhere! "Well, I just wanted to tell you that some of the things you write on your website have hurt…" I then pause. I don't want her to take any victory in hurting Tawni. "…Certain people."

"Which people?" She asks, and I shrug secretively.

"Can't tell you."

"Well, it doesn't matter." Sharona shrugs, "If they can't take it, they shouldn't go outside."

"She's not going outside." I say.

"Who?"

"Tawni."

"Ah-ha!" Sharona looks up at me with a victorious grin and I moan.

"Okay, fine, it's Tawni. But she's really upset. When you said I was the new favourite, she ran into her dressing room, locked the door and threatened to quit because she thought she wasn't good enough of the show anymore. And then when you teased her hair she put on a bald cap!"

I remember that moment I saw Tawni 'bald' with a shudder. Now that was just disturbing… and I really like her hair, so… and yes, I did just say that. Don't go on about it, because we're just friends and nothing is gonna happen.

"I did that to Tawni Hart?" Sharona says, grinning triumphantly, before lifting her hand for a high-five. "Can I get a what-what?"

I ignore her hand. Sure, it's nice to see Tawni not be loved by everybody, but seeing her upset by it… and then the person who upset her is happy about it? It's just not right…

"Sharona, look, this isn't anything to be happy about. You really hurt Tawni. And she isn't just a name on TV – she's a real person! And so are all the other people you've insulted over the years on your blog. And you should really think about that next time you want to write horrible things about people."

"You know what, Chad?" Sharona asks with a charming smile, "You're right."

I smile. Wow… I got through to her that quickly? Nice…

"I will really think about what you've said." She says, and I grin.

"Well, I'm glad we had this talk."

"Me too!" She says, "Well, bye!"

I then leave the room, a big, triumphant smile on my face. And it's still there when I return to Sonny's car. Sonny is looking at her phone when I get there, and she cringes when she sees me.

"It didn't go well, did it?"

"No, it went well!" I say, "What gave you that idea?"

"Um…" She hands me her phone, "Just the latest update on Sharona Knows…"

I read it with a scowl. "Tawni Hart – bald and depressed. Tawni Hart is said to have quit So Random, and has shaved her head. Who knows why? That dirty, lying, manipulative…"

"Easy, easy!" Sonny says, "Don't strain yourself, Chaddy."

I roll my eyes at her tone, and sigh. "I thought she'd really listened to me… but I guess she just listened to my info about Tawni so she could mess with the girl even more." I lie back in the chair, groaning, "I swear, if I could get revenge on that lying, manipulative, self-loving…" I then pause, and start to think. Revenge? Easy. That big-headed woman said she loathed it when people wore the same outfits, right? Well, that's easily sorted out.

"Sonny…" I say, "Do you know any people who can custom-make outfits?"

Sonny gives me that "are you crazy?" look and says, "You think all this comes from the normal people's shop?"

I scan Sonny. Hmm… she does look hot. Her clothes do look like something "normal people" would wear, only amped up a lot… wait, did I just call Sonny hot? Meh, off the subject.

"I have a plan…" I tell her with a grin, "Something that'll fix Sharona's evil blogging ways once and for all…"

Sonny gains a look of understanding and grins. "Whatever you need… I'm in."

The next day, me and my cast are at the Oh No You Din't Awards, wearing purple blazers just like Sharona showed me that she was going to wear, under beige jackets. All courtesy of Sonny and her designer. I don't know if Sonny's coming to the award show, but if she does, I need to remember to thank her for the help.

We notice Sharona and walk up to her with smiles.

"We just wanted to say…" I say, "…you win."

Sharona grins, "Those are my two favourite words."

I laugh, "Before we leave, can we get a picture with you?" I ask, and she nods, smiling. So we all head to stand with her on the red carpet. I count down the cameras, hinting the cast to get ready to take off their jackets.

"And… three!"

The cameras flash as we take off our jackets and Sharona gasps in shock as she sees our outfits.

"You're wearing me!" She screams, "You can't wear me!"

"Actually…" I say, "I think we're wearing you a whole lot better than you!" I look over to the cameras and wink as the press laugh, but Sharona is not as amused.

"I am going to destroy you." She whispers threateningly, and I turn to her with a shrug.

"No, you're not, because if we don't care what you write about us, you can't hurt us anymore. So smile!"

I turn back to the cameras, posing like the rest of my cast, but Sharona won't give up.

"I am so going to blog you into so much shame, you'll go straight back to your little hometown in Wisconsin!" She threatens me, before typing in some kind of horrible rumour about me being a totally different person off-stage. I gulp. Okay, I'm a little afraid. What if she writes something that really does make my fans go away?

Suddenly, she falls over backwards, into a pond, and I'm shocked until I notice Sonny stood behind the pond, grinning.

"Well, I guess we all know who wore it wetter." She says to Sharona, before stepping over the pond and walking up to me, us, smiling. "Hey there, Randoms. Lovin' the outfits."

It's only then when I notice Sonny is wearing one of the Sharona-like outfits too, and I laugh.

"Lookin' good, Munroe." I wink, and she laughs as she walks into the venue for the awards. I'm so busy watching Sonny, I almost don't notice my friends gazing at me, confused. I regain my posture and pretend like I don't have a crush on Sonny. Which, unfortunately, I do…

Sonny's POV

The end of the awards comes quickly, and Sonny and Chad leave the awards together, laughing. We both have awards in our hands – Chad has Best New-comer, and I a,m carrying the awards from Best Female Hottie (well, duh ;)) and Best Tween Drama. So Random also won Best Tween Comedy, but the other Randoms have it. Chad escaped from their sight so he could thank me for helping him with the whole Sharona situation. He's thanked me again and again, like the overly-polite and sweet guy he is, and each time, I've assured him it was nothing. I never liked Sharona anyways.

I do like Chad though. I don't know what it is about him… but there's something attractive about him that I've never seen in another guy before. Maybe it's just the fact he hates me… it just makes me want him more? Ah, I don't know. All I know is, I like him. And I kinda want him. Coz he's hot. Really hot. And sweet. He's just… different. He doesn't treat me like a celebrity – not Sonny Munroe, the superstar. He makes me feel like the girl I was before the fame, before Melody Falls… before my life hit an awful bump and ruined everything. I shudder at the thought, and decide to just talk to Chad, to avoid thinking about my past.

"So… do you want a ride home?" I ask him, and he nods with a kind smile.

"That would be great, thanks." He says, "I don't know if the other Randoms have left already… so I'd be stuck here if they have."

I laugh, "Well in that case, c'mon!"

I grab his hand and drag him towards my car, giggling the whole way. There are only two problems with Chad. One – according to our casts, we're meant to be enemies. And two – Chad thinks we're friends. Sure, friends is fine – it's better than enemies, like we should be – but I do like Chad… and not in the 'buddy' way at all.

"You got it, buddy!" Chad grins, and I wince. Yup. Chad's pretty much just proved exactly what I just said… and then stabbed a knife in my back.

No, you know what, it's fine. Chad and I are friends – and that will do me just fine. I'm happy with being friends. Yup, Chad and I are friends (he's probably the best friend I've ever had) and nothing's gonna change that.

Or maybe… I'm wrong there.

The next day, I walk into the studio, and towards my dressing room, smiling. Chad and I hung out at his apartment for a little while. It was so much fun – I met Chad's Mom, and she was so nice, funny, kind… I can see where Chad gets his personality from. And then, Chad played me some guitar. Wow. Hot. He has the most amazing voice… it's hard to not crush on your friend/should-be enemy when he makes himself this amazing.

I arrive at my dressing room with a smile that disappears in an instant. I see Chastity… in my room… with the fruit basket from Chad in her hands.

DUN-DUN-DUHHH!

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