Not on the news.
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"In entertainment, a modern-day Romeo and Juliet," Sonny and Chad watch the chipper newscaster on Chad's iPhone in disgust. They stand by their cars in the parking lot of Condor Studios, their faces marked in identical grimaces. "Sonny Munroe, of comedy show So Random!, and teen heartthrob Chad Dylan Cooper of the comedy show's rival, number one tween drama Mackenzie Falls, were last seen sharing a romantic moment in the quaint park on the corner of—"
Sonny grabs Chad's phone and switches off the television app. "Where do they even get those pictures?" she asks, throwing her hands in the air. "That last one wasn't even us."
Chad pockets his phone and shrugs. "C'mon, Sonny, you're linked with me. Thousands of girls would kill to be in your shoes. And they could have put you with one of your co-stars."
Sonny rolls her eyes. "Oh, yes, good point," she says sarcastically. "You know I hate being in the tabloids."
He flashes her a grin. "You know how much the camera loves the Chadster. And you know how much people love those forbidden romances."
She raises her eyebrows at him. "Forbidden romances? What are you, Fabio?"
Chad chuckles once. "No. My hair is way better."
Sonny rolls her eyes again, and they start to make their way towards the Studios for work that morning.
When they get to the back doors they dawdle a bit before going in. Chad shoots a furtive look around the parking lot, devoid of people and full of empty cars, before pulling Sonny close and giving her a kiss.
Unknown to either of them, a camera clicks.
They walk in together, and then go their separate ways. "Later."
That night, Sonny watches the entertainment news and there, for millions of people to see, is a very clear picture of Chad and Sonny making out outside Condor Studios.
Her mouth drops open. How did they get that shot?
Her phone starts ringing off the hook. It's Lucy, then Tawni, then Nico, Grady, Portlyn (how did she get my number? Sonny wonders), Marshall, and about eight thousand reporters start calling her home phone.
H'o boy.
She's so mad, not at herself and not at Chad, but at whomever that photographer was. Her private life is out in the open, and now they have proof she and Chad are seeing each other, instead of stupid speculations.
But…
Somebody knocked on her door, and when she opens it Chad is there. He gives her an apologetic look and she shrugs, letting him in.
"Seriously, Sonny, I didn't see anybody."
She shakes her head. "It's not your fault. I didn't see anybody either." But then she squares her shoulders and looks him in the eye. "But I don't care anymore. So they got a picture of us kissing. It was a total violation of privacy, but it's out there now and that's that."
Chad shrugs. "Yeah, I know, but you care so much about staying out of the tabloid eye."
She shoots him a wicked grin. "True."
Chad makes a face. "What's with the evil smile?"
Sonny just laughs. "You'll see."
The next day, reporters hound Condor Studios as Chad and Sonny try to make their way to the entrance. They elbow their way through the paparazzi and when they reach the top of the stairs, Sonny grabs Chad by the shoulders and pulls him into a serious kiss.
The reporters and photographers catcall and snap photos and start screaming questions, but when Sonny breaks the kiss (and Chad just stands there, sort of stunned) she flips her hair out of her face, gives the reporters a big smile, and yells, "Go for it!"
Chad looks at her in disbelief, and she shrugs. "I don't care who sees," she grins.
Chad laughs, then pulls her into another kiss, for the world to see.