I have good new, and I have bad news. Bad news, I just found out the limit on the "Uncliche the Cliché" challenge is fifteen chapters, not twenty-five. There's NO way I can do what I want to do in four chapters, so I'm taking myself out of the competition. The good news is that now I can write as much as I'd like! So feel free to inspire me!! Lol.

This chapter is dedicated to a guy I've had a crush on for a while. (And by saying that I just made it so that no one I know can read this story) The reason he gets this dedication he'll never read is because he inspired the first bit. Part of it happened in real life, and me being me, I saw a perfect channy moment to write.

I just realized that I write really long, rambling author notes. If this bothers you, tell me, and I'll go find a diary to write to or something and stop bugging you guys with my thoughts.

Disclaimer: Minion! Did you get the transfer of rights paper resigned?

Sorry, master.

So I'm back to square one?

Yes, Master.

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Chad's POV

That was some dream last night. It was about the kiss scene on Mackenzie Falls at first, but then it just turned into just me and Sonny. Let's just say, in my dreams, Sonny is one heck of a kisser.

As nice as the dream was, I shouldn't be having those with Sonny in the room. I've been known to talk in my sleep. That could be…bad.

I groaned and looked at what had woken me up from my wonderful dream. A text from Portlyn.

'Send Sonny to me in twenty minutes. I'll get her ready for the party.'

I texted back,

'Fine. But don't kill her, please.'

My phone vibrated her response.

'I like Sonny.'

I saw that I fell asleep on the couch and Sonny had tried to make me comfortable with a pillow and a blanket. I got up and stretched. A little stiff from sleeping on a couch.

I walked over to my bed and looked down at the angelic, sleeping girl. I swept a stray lock out of her face.

"Sonny? Time to wake up."

"What time is it?" she mumbled, her eyes still closed.

"Nine." I said, glancing at the clock.

"No, thanks." she said incoherently.

"Excuse me?" I asked with a laugh.

"I don't want to get up yet, and I don't have anything to do until Selena's party tonight. Let me sleep."

"Funny, Sonny. Portlyn wants you in a few minutes. She's going to help you get ready."

"I can get ready by myself!" she said, finally waking up, and sitting up in the bed.

"I know you can, but Portlyn wants you to do it together as some kind of bonding experience."

"She does?" Sonny asked, confused.

"She didn't sat that, exactly. But she demanded you get ready with her and she said she likes you." I told her.

"Oh, that's sweet of her." she said, getting up and digging through her suit case looking for something to wear that day.

She was taking so long picking out cloths, I threw a pillow at her.

"She wants you there in three minutes, so move faster."

"Gee, thanks. Throw a pillow at me why don't ya?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I chuckled. "Don't worry Sonny. I only did it cause I love you." I said casually, meaning I loved her as a friend.

But then I realized how that could sound. My face got red and I started to stutter,

"I mean…uh, er…um…you know what I mean!" I said fast and nervously.

Sonny laughed. "Don't hurt yourself, Chad."

I let out my breath in relief, and laughed with her.

Sonny's POV

"Oo! Try this one on!" Portlyn said for the millionth time today, and threw a dress carelessly over the dressing room wall.

"Another one?!" I asked in clear distress from within the dressing room.

"Yes, another one! Don't you want to look hot at the party tonight?"

"Who's there to look hot for?" I asked, struggling with the zipper on a sparkly yellow one.

"Chad, of course!" Portlyn said from somewhere on the outside.

"But we're not really dating, you know that." I said, discarding the dress that made me look like a banana.

"Not yet," she said, then squealed and threw more fabric at me, "This is DEFINTLY it!"

Great, the one person that knew me and Chad weren't really dating thought we liked each other.

I smoothed the fabric of the newest addition to the overflowing dressing room. It was actually really cute. A simple red dress. It came down to my knees and had spaghetti straps. I slipped it on and it looked amazing on me!

"Hey, Portlyn?" I asked, escaping from the dressing room.

"Yeah?" she asked from behind a rack of cloths.

"I think this is the one."

She bobbed up and grinned.

"Chad'll die when he sees you."

I slipped back into the dressing room and changed into my cloths.

"Why would you think Chad likes me?" I asked curiously.

The King of drama crushing on a random? It was weird, and I was curious.

Okay, so maybe my crush also prompted me to ask….

"He's happier and nicer when you're around." I heard her say.

"Really?" I asked, a smile tugging up my lips.

"Yep. And he's started watching So Random!"

I laughed. "Now I know you're lying!"

"Why?" she asked.

"Chad would NEVER watch a silly comedy." I explained.

"Normally, no. But he's in love with you." she said, dead serious.

I came out clutching the winning dress and going to the cashier to pay.

"No way." I said, ending the conversation.

Chad's POV

I sat with my feet up watching TV. It wasn't anywhere as near as fun as it was with Sonny. I found myself missing her already. Which, considering she's been gone for only four hours, is bad. Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't do clingy.

I heard a knock on the door and perked up, hoping Sonny had come back early.

"Come in." I yelled.

The door opened, and my smile fell when I found out it was only Sonny's so-called friend.

"Tawni." I nodded politely.

"Chad." she said back.

"What? No Pooper or Chip Drama Pants?"

"Nope." she said, popping the P, "Where's Sonny?"

"Why do you care?" I said, crossing my arms and feeling protective of Sonny.

"I need to talk to her."

"About what?"

"What are you, her secretary?" she glared and I glared back.

"About what." I repeated, not budging.

She sighed. "I want to apologize and ask her to come live with me again."

It felt like a dart hit my heart. Sonny would want to live with her over me in a second. And I couldn't let her leave me. So I did the only thing I could think of. I lied.

"Sonny doesn't want to talk to you, much less live with you!" I said harshly.

I saw tears form in the blondes eyes and her lips started quivering.

"She…doesn't?"

"No! Why would she?! You treated her like dirt!!!" I practically growled at her.

"Can't I hear that from her?" she asked in a small voice.

"No. Do you just want to upset her again? She'll say the same things I just did." I lied.

That was the final straw for Tawni. She ran out of my room in tears.

At that moment I had to admit something to myself. It wasn't hormones. I had a huge crush on Sonny Monroe, Queen Random.

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Remember when I said that there was no more fluff until a big event happened? Apparently I lied. I have trouble writing SWAC without putting in a little fluff.

And the thing that happened in real life was the 'I love you ' thing. Except instead of a pillow it was a nail and I was supposed to catch it. (And we were volunteering in a school…) I hope I wrote it as cute as it was in my head.

Will Sonny find out that Chad lied? Will Chad tell Sonny about his new-found feelings? Review and find out!