A/N: Oh my God. I haven't updated in so long. I'm so sorry! In my defense: I had finals. And I also had 99 reviews, so I was kinda hoping someone would take pity on me and give me the 100th review. But I guess not. Do you think we can reach 110 this time? Don't leave me hanging again! I won't write the next chapter. :P Haha. Just kidding! Enjoy.

If We Were A Movie

Sonny's POV

Generally speaking, I'm a pretty levelheaded person. Sure, I can get a little overexcited, and perhaps a bit childish at times, but when it comes to the important things, my thoughts and decisions are as clear as anyone's. So why, you may ask, am I entering a room whose sole occupant is clearly upset with the world and has apparently been deceiving me for the past week? Well, to be honest, I don't know. Perhaps I'm not so sensible after all.

"Tyler? It's me, Sonny," I announce my entrance softly, still not exactly certain of what I'm doing.

"Munroe? What are you doing here?" Tyler scrambles to his feet, getting up from where he was leaning against the wall. "You didn't…you know, hear anything…" He sees the tell-tale look on my face and sighs. "You heard." All I can do is nod in response. What is there to say? "So…you know that I didn't really want to be your friend," he states, phrasing it more like a confirmation than a question. I nod again. "And I was working with Mandy the whole time you've been here." Another nod. "And I hate your boyfriend." I wince a little, but nod once more anyways. "And yet you're still here," Tyler concludes, looking at me curiously.

"Well…yes," is my wonderfully coherent reply.

"…because?" He's evidently just as confused as I am.

"I don't know," I tell him truthfully. "I just felt like I needed to come – and just so you know, I'm okay. With the whole you working for Mandy thing. I get it. And I just wanted to tell you that…I'm glad you decided not to help her anymore. I really appreciate it. It – well, it means a lot to me that you did that. For me." Seeing the look on his face, I backpedal quickly. "I mean, not for me – for you. Yeah. Even though – well, yeah. For you," I manage to stutter out, tripping over my words. Tyler laughs.

"Well, yeah, I guess it was kinda for you. It sure wasn't for your boyfriend. You should have seen the way he glared at me when we were shooting earlier." Somehow, that doesn't surprise me in the least. Oh, Chad. But I love him anyways.

"Yeah, he can be a bit – concerned sometimes," I choose my words carefully, knowing that he's probably listening with his ear to the door. "But he really is a great guy. It took me awhile to see it, but he truly is. You just have to get to know him a little better. Maybe you two should hang out a bit more," I suggest. My words are immediately followed by a cough from Tyler and a snort from outside the door.

"Uh huh. Sure. I'll hang out with Cooper whenever I want to get a punch. I can probably even get him to make it match the mark on my cheek." He gestures to the red splotch that Mandy left when she slapped him. I flinch – it looks painful. That girl has strength along with an evil mind.

"I'm sure the makeup artists will have something for it. You wanna go back?" He nods, starting to move towards the door, and I can hear Chad scooting away quickly.

"Before we go, Tyler - " I stick out my hand for him to shake. "Truce? A real one this time?" He looks at it for a moment, considering.

"Oh, fine. But don't expect me to do anything drastic. And I'm still going to be following the publicity plan, so tell your boyfriend to lay off. He's got a pretty girl drooling over him anyways, why does he need you too?" I raise my eyebrows at him, and he tries to amend his mistake. "I mean…you know, in public. He has to put up with Mandy then, just like I'll have to when we're all not in public. We should both be able to enjoy your company when we get our breaks, without having to worry about beating each other up for every little smile." Tyler finally shakes my hand. I nod for what seems like the tenth time, but I know Chad will be practically immovable on the subject. Chad may not look it, but he's very insecure. If he thinks that I'm starting to prefer Tyler's company, it will pretty much shatter his self-esteem, which will probably lead to another explosion. I think I'll have to play it a little safe from now on, what with the both of them fighting for my attention. Weird, isn't it? If you had told me a year or so ago that I would one day have Jackson Tyler and Chad Dylan Cooper fighting over me, I would have laughed so hard that I could barely breathe. Now, however...it's just another problem to be solved.

Chad's POV

Sonny finally leaves the room with Tyler, and I let out a sigh. Sometimes I wish she wasn't so kindhearted - it causes so many problems with people whose personalities change and never are what they seem (aka, Tyler). I quickly step up and slip my arm around her waist. So what if I'm supposed to "lay off"? What would you do if you just heard your girlfriend have that kind of conversation with a kinda good-looking teen celebrity?

"Truce, dude?" Tyler sticks out his hand, and I eye it warily. When I don't take it immediately, Sonny nudges me, hard. I quickly grab Tyler's hand and give it one brief shake.

"Fine."

"Fine," he replies easily. No, no, no, it feels all wrong doing it with someone other than Sonny. I turn to her and smile.

"Good?"

"Good," she affirms, grinning back. "And now we should probably go back. We've been gone awhile." She and I lead the way, with Tyler following behind us. I mentally steel myself to meet Mandy - after all, I don't want to give in to my instinct and punch her once I lay eyes on her. That isn't exactly the most chivalrous thing to do. Not to mention I would probably lose my job.

However, my preparation appears to be unnecessary. Mandy is nowhere near hair and makeup. Our phones, however, which we left on the tables, are vibrating like mad. I rush over and pick mine up, answering the call. "Hello?"

"Oh, so you finally pick up?" I look back at the phone to see who it is, confused. It's Mitch. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry, Mitch."

"Yeah, well, you should be! Where are you, Sonny, and Ben? I've been calling the three of you for the last fifteen minutes!" Fifteen minutes? Were we really gone that long? I guess time flies when you're...eavesdropping?

"I'm so sorry, Mitch. What did you need?"

"I need you three on set! We're shooting the scene where Ashley first comes, remember?" Oh. Right. I look down at my shoes momentarily in embarrassment at having forgotten, when I remember something.

"Uh...Mitch, there's a slight problem. You see, none of us have really...gotten our hair and makeup done completely. And we're still in our clothes from before." There's a silence on the other end of the phone for a long moment.

"Well, then," Mitch finally says quite calmly. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!" Somehow I don't think he's as easygoing as I thought he was. Then again, Mandy's probably feeding him stories about us this very second. That girl is...evil. I apologize once more before dropping the phone and getting ready in record time, as do Tyler and Sonny. When we all finally arrive, Mitch's face is red with frustration. That's never a good sign.

"So. What happened? Why did you take so long to pick up your phone? Why were you not ready? Why has my daughter been here and ready to go for the last fifteen minutes while you have not?" Mitch turns to Tyler. "Ben. Mandy's been telling me you're having a few issues. In fact, she's been telling me a lot. I don't think you want to know about it, though. I'm certainly shocked by what she's told me." Tyler opens his mouth to defend himself, but Mitch cuts him off. "I hired you because my daughter recommended it. She told me that you were a promising young actor who had caught a bad break and needed help. So I helped. And this is how you thank me? By crushing my daughter?"

"E-excuse me, sir?" Tyler asks, confused. "Crushing your daughter?"

"Why, yes. She told me all about it - how you flirted with her constantly until she finally agreed to go out with you. And then you stood her up on the date! Not to mention that when she confronted you about it, you told her that you were just playing around with her feelings, and that you had another girl as your target." I can't help it; I have to look at Tyler, searching for the truth.

"Sir, I swear to God that I never had any inclination towards your daughter, nor did I pretend to," he proclaims, his voice ringing true. Then again, he is an actor.

"Can you swear that you did not have another girl in mind, as you were toying with my Mandy?" Tyler's eyes flicker over to Sonny as Mitch speaks, and Sonny immediately grips my arm, restraining me.

"I swear," Tyler says, but his words aren't quite so convincing anymore. Mitch doesn't buy it anymore than I do. Mandy bursts into tears behind Mitch, and that seals Tyler's fate. There's nothing that Mitch will deny his darling daughter.

"Liar. Ben Landon Tyler," Mitch's voice quivers slightly as he says Tyler's full name. "You are officially fired. You may pack your bags and leave no later than tomorrow." Mandy's smiling through her tears now, her entire face glowing with triumph. Sonny gasps beside me at Mitch's verdict, worried. Tyler stands frozen for a few moments before nodding.

"So be it." He walks away stiffly, and Mitch turns back to the rest of us as soon as Tyler is out of sight. Mandy lets a few more tears escape, sniffing for added effect. This girl is crazy. She fired him over Sonny and me. Even if I don't like Tyler, that's still ridiculous. Not to mention totally unfair.

"You three can go. Don't come to set until I call you. I have to find another James before we can start filming again. Just...have fun and stay out of trouble." Mitch sounds weary, as though it's been a very long day for him. Sonny doesn't need to be told to leave twice. She marches off quickly, tugging on me to go faster. Mandy tries to join us, her sobs ceasing.

"Well. How did you like that, sweetheart?" Mandy addresses Sonny. "Did you like how your latest flame got burned?" She laughs at her own joke, and Sonny and I remain silent. It's the first time I've seen Sonny keep a straight face after a pun. "Listen up, Sonny. You too, Chad. This is how things work around here. I give orders, and you follow them. If you don't like it that way, then too bad. You'll get fired. Get the picture? You've got to take it or leave it." Sonny suddenly stops in her tracks, causing me to jerk forward.

"Take it or leave it?" she repeats.

"Taking it meaning I run the show here. Meaning I get Chad, and anything else I want, until this movie is finished. Leaving it meaning you leave, Munroe. Meaning you quit and go back to that godforsaken comedy show that's going nowhere. Your choice." Sonny looks up at me, and I know what she's asking. Well, Chad, moment of truth. Are you going to take it? Or leave it?

A/N: Okay. I don't know what happened to this chapter. This isn't how I expected it to go at all; I'm not sure if I even like it. Oh well. Let me know what you think! Oops. I guess it was another cliffie. Sorry – but I needed to update. So I stopped it right there. Review, review!