A/N: Okay so since classes since I really haven't updated in forever I'm updating……..for the second time in one day!!!! XD! Thanks for the reviews you guys! I read every single one and they really do make me smile :P. Thanks for understanding my tight schedule… - iOutspoken R&R

I watched a tiny smile creep onto Nico's face. He hated Chad the most. I was sure he was at least a tiny bit happy.

I sighed loudly and took in a large breath of air. I gathered my patience once more and spoke calmly.

"With the help from Mackenzie Falls, minus Chad, we really can raise money for our party. Puh-lease it's not like Chad's the star of Condor Studios." I laughed.

I watched as my cast mates went from elated to once again… deflated.

"Yeah he is." They said simultaneously.

"We can make it happen. I promise." I added quickly earning a few uneasy smiles from my best friends.

~*~*~*~*~

"Stupid Chad with his perfect eyes and perfect hair." I muttered to myself sighing in relaxation, relieved to find that my mother would be here for the night.

I laid in my bed, belly down with my feet kicking in the air. I had decided to "de-stress" myself. I lit a purple lavender scented candle that I bought a few weeks ago and I rested in my second favorite pair of pajamas. Since my first favorite, or my nightgown of course, was in the washing machine. I flipped on my television and watched as Los Angeles's local news station interviewed tourists walking the street we'd be selling baked goods on in less than twenty four hours.

"This is Tina Sanders with channel four news here to bring you the latest local updates on celebrity news!" I watched shocked as the annoying news anchors squeaky voice interrogated defenseless bystanders.

"Excuse Me!" Yelped the anchor running over to innocent pedestrians asking for their opinion on what I dreaded the most.

"Hello, Hi! So what's your name?" Asked the pesky woman.

"Uh...I'm Danielle" answered a shy brunette, obviously caught off guard.

"Okay, Danielle, now how excited are you for tomorrow's Condor Studios bake sale? Held right here on this boulevard?"

"Oh well…I'm staying right by here so that I can be one of the first people there! I'm hoping to get a glimpse of that hottie Chad Dylan Cooper!" Chirped the suddenly euphoric brunette. Obviously Chad was one of her favorite subjects.

If only she knew he's not going to be here. I resisted the urge to flip channels.

"Okay sweetheart now how excited would you be if I told you that the Chad Dylan Cooper isn't going to be there?" Asked pushy lady.

My mouth opened and closed gasping for air like a fish on land. How had that info gotten out?

"Well…I guess that'd be okay…I mean "So Weird" is an okay show.. that's what it's called right? And, well, I mean you're just kidding right? He is going to be there right? Right? Right?" The once shy brunette now grabbed the terrified news anchor by the lapels on her suit and shook her violently yelping "Right?" "Right?"

The now shocked news anchor looked wide eyed at the cameraman mouthing "cut" over and over again.

I chuckled dryly. Partly because of the crazy girl and partly out of sorrow for "So Random."

I switched my television off and sighed as I thought of tomorrow. Was Chad Dylan Cooper the only one anybody cared about?

I prayed to myself we'd have a nice turn out. I pulled my silky comforter over my head and sighed. Feeling a migraine hit my temples, It hurt so much that I eventually just blacked out into "sleep".

~*~*~*~*~

I woke up to the smell of something burning. Did mom leave the incense on?

I glanced at my alarm clock. 4:30 A.M.

I looked around cautiously watching smoke rise out of my kitchen. I didn't want to wait and see what was causing such fumes.

"Fire! Fire!" I yelped startling everyone in the house. Instinctively I ran over to my sink and pulled out the hose, putting out a tiny kitchen fire surrounding my oven and stove. I watched smoke rise up and the fire alarms beep loudly.

I opened my eyes as realization hit me. My brownies. The brownies I had made from scratch right before hopping into bed. The brownies that had taken me hours to make just because I had to make so many for the fans tomorrow. I asked Rob to take them out of the oven around twelve I knew he'd be awake until at least three to finish watching his late night wrestling.

Why hadn't he taken them out?

I fanned the dark smoke as I opened up the oven and saw that my brownies had turned a charcoal black.

I turned around to face mother and her family. They watched in shock. Except for Rob. Who feigned the "I'm scared" look well.

"Sonny are you all right?" Asked Rob as he came over and lightly touched my shoulder.

I shrugged him off.

"Yeah I could be sleeping right now if you hadn't forgotten to take the brownies out." I scowled at him.

"What?" Asked Rob putting his hand on his chest, obviously "surprised."

"When did you ever ask me to take your brownies out of the oven?" He asked furrowing his brows innocently.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

"Around eleven thirty-ish right before I went to bed!" I yelped on the verge of tears.

"Sonny sweetie, I was in bed around eight right after your mother went to sleep at seven thirty. You really have to be more responsible Sonshine." He added smirking.

I watched as my mom shook her head behind him. Confused but taking his side. Didn't she understand?

I felt like spitting on him.

He used the nickname my father started. The nickname that only certain people used for me.

He's making me look like I'm lying.

Finally my mom spoke up.

"Sonny sweetheart we'll deal with it in the morning. Alright? We'll make some new brownies." She said half smiling. Obviously confused, she wasn't sure of who to believe. At least she wasn't siding one hundred percent with Rob.

I couldn't go back to sleep. I laid in bed angry. Scowling at what Rob had just done.

Why would anybody do that?

I pondered over the ingredients in my kitchen, frowning when I realized that I didn't have any of the ingredients to prepare eight batches of brownies. I scrubbed the dark stains from the smoke off of my oven roughly with a sponge. I checked the time 5:00 A.M. I'd be at work in a few hours and then we'd be off to the bake sale. I would have time to make more brownies if I had the ingredients.

I pulled a dark purple hoodie with the "So Random" logo on over my pastel blue pajama top and I pulled on a pair of black sweatpants with white racing stripes down the sides. I remained in my comfy slippers and walked out to my garage. I would bike down to the twenty four hour convenience store, a few blocks away and buy the ingredients.

Its not like Rob and my mother would know. Or care. I grabbed three twenty dollar bills out of my purse and stuffed them in my hoodie

What would the press say if they saw me buying ingredients last minute?

"America's sweetheart makes a midnight trip to store. Horrible role-model. Completely irresponsible."

I grabbed a blonde wig I used for a previous sketch and quickly put on a bit of make up. Now I was a light haired gal with raccoon style make-up, I looked perfectly out of character.

I sped down the street on my faithful yellow bicycle and pulled into the twenty four hour mart.

I walked in nonchalantly, elated when I realized that not one person looked my way.

I strolled through an isle full of different baking supplies, chocolate chips, icing, flour, and all kinds of food coloring, when I spotted someone staring at me from down the aisle.

Just their stare sent shivers down my spine, have I been exposed? Will I be on the cover of Tween Weekly tomorrow morning?

I continued to stock my tiny cart up with ingredients as the person continued to stare at me.

I was too scared to look up. I didn't know if it was a boy or a girl, a hobo or a professional, what age, eye color or hair color. Was he or she going to kidnap me?

Were they glaring at me or admiring me?

I sucked in my breath and finally looked up. An average height boy with choppy jet black hair stared back at me.

Creepy or cute? I wasn't sure.

I studied him more in depth. He was kind of cute. His hair fell on his lightly bronzed face gently. He wore a white hoodie clinging onto his toned shoulders.

I stopped breathing when he began to walk towards me. He had a confident swagger in his walk. Sexy.

Would I find the love of my life and we would be together forever? Would I never be able to tell him my identity? Would we hit it off here and never talk to each other again?

I quickly glanced at what he had in his basket. He also had baking supplies, chocolate chips, vanilla extracts and even pre-made dough. Was he making cookies? Was he into baking? Maybe he's a chef?

I researched him even more closely now as everything seemed to happen in slow motion. And for once I stared into his eyes, the most attractive thing to me in a guy.

He had frighteningly blue eyes. Tantalizing. The feeling I got only when I stared into Chad's baby blues.

He opened his mouth to speak and revealed a grin and a full mouth of pearly white teeth.

"Sonny?" asked the familiar voice.

Cooper.

"Chad?! What are you doing here? Your supposed to be the love of my life! I'm not supposed to reveal my identity to you and then we'd never speak again!" I asked stepping on my toes to shake his shoulders.

I huffed angrily crossing my arms.

"Sorry?" he said in confused tone.

"You should be." I scowled playfully, lightly slapping his fluffy hoodie.

"So… what's with the baking stuff?" I asked curiously. Had Chad realized his evil ways and come to apologize?

"I had a late night craving for cookies." He responded grinning. Did I really just think of him as sexy? Cute dark haired guy was in fact sexy until he turned into Chad. Kind of.

"So you're not going to join the bake sale?" I asked now shot down once again.

"I was just kidding Munroe, of course I'm going to show up, I can't just let down poor Danielle can I?" He asked chuckling loudly.

"So you saw that too?" I asked smiling toothily.

"Yeah, that girl was crazy. I doubt you Randoms have my kind of fans. It gets to a point where they love you so much they practically implode. I'm pretty sure I already beat those Jonas Brothers in psychotic imploded fans." He said confidently.

"Well I guess we'll see tomorrow since you're coming now." I said grinning uncontrollably. I, Sonny Munroe, was in a state of euphoria. Thanks to Chad Dylan Cooper. Who would've known?

Chad was sweet when he wanted to be. Sometimes he could be a jerk like earlier but I decided to milk the moment. He reached over and poured his baskets contents into my cart and made off with it.

"Where're you going?" I asked caught off guard.

"To pay, duh Munroe." He responded in an obvious tone.

I knew he used sarcasm to cover up his gentlemanly deed. Chad was paying for my stuff too.

As our cashier rang up our items she stared suspiciously, curiously. Chad had become so obviously not who he appeared to be. As he ran off with both of our groceries his wig slid back just a bit to reveal a lock of perfect blonde hair. As Chad signed the receipt he left behind his real signature and slid the receipt face down to the cashier. In a hoarse, whispering tone he told her.

"Don't flip it over until I exit those doors." He demanded.

Strolling our cart down to his car I heard a loud happy squeal from the counter, our cashier girl "Sara" had clearly, found Chad's autograph. I reacted the same during my first few Chad encounters. Her reaction was nothing out of the ordinary.

Chad had secured my bicycle to his car and driven me to my house.

I wasn't sure of how to react or what to say so I thanked him and shook his hand. To which I received a blank stare.

"You just fought with me and I don't even get an "I'm Sorry" hug?" Asked Chad defensively, pouting in a very exaggerated way.

I knew he was kidding around and it was too late, or early actually, to get angry.

We had gotten along for close to an hour without fighting so I didn't see why not.

I reached over and hugged him. I felt his warmth through his monstrous hoodie. He pulled me in more tightly, gently pulled off my wig and lightly rubbed at my dark eye make-up with his soft fingertips desperate to find "Sonny" again, but I pushed him away before things got awkward.

I didn't need this kind of heat before baking again I didn't want to "start another fire." I thanked him and grabbed my supplies and bike from his car. I stumbled a bit walking in, reminiscing the meaningful hug that had happened just seconds ago.

He lowered his window before driving away.

"See ya Munroe, happy baking." He waved a tiny wave and left smiling.

How does he recover so quickly?

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