A/N OH MY DAYS. I got a bunch of lovely, lovely reviews on my last chapter! I could actually cry, you guys LIKED IT! WOO! I've worked out that we are OVER HALFWAY THROUGH! YAY! If it works out as planned they'll be 9 more chapters including this =D Sorry for the lack of Channy-ness yet (my friend Tee and Biscuits wanted them to get together right away) but this is the way I always pictured it. I'm stupid like that :P

I'm actually in a caravan in Northumbria right now. I haven't been uploading because it's my exam year, and my parents have banned computers in bedrooms, so I get roughly three hours more sleep a night, but upload less.

And btw, I got a iPod classic! 160GB of pure, black awesomeness =D

OH, AND I MIGHT BE GOING TO PARIS FOR REALS. It'd be the first time since I was like, ten!

Disclaimer: Have you heard of this show, Sonny With a Chance? They totally ripped off my story!

Kidding. Only the plot is mine =D

I was finally ready. 5661 miles and a day of being painted on and I was there, finally, standing majestically at the top of the stairs. I began to descend them, careful not to trip on the length of iridescent midnight blue silk by my feet. As I reached the foot of the marble I noticed a figure turn around. He'd been gazing far too long to be considered polite, that was for sure. I walked towards the crowd of people in eveningwear. The figure was none other than the man I was to be sharing a limo with, Chad Dylan Cooper, who, though I hate to say it, did look quite handsome in a tux. His gaze was incessant, unnerving even. I reached a hand to my face.

"Have I got something on my face?" I asked tentatively.

"No," he whispered. "You look perfect." My insides turned. I'm sure he didn't mean that as it'd sounded. I turned away slightly to face everyone else.

"Thanks." I said, awkwardly. "You look rather dashing yourself."

Wait a second, wait! Did he just take my hand? He did? Is that a good thing?

Cool it, Sonny, part of me thought. It's a publicity thing, right? But the rest of me knew that there were definitely no paparazzi there.

Chad pulled me through the crowd and out onto the street, where a limo awaited us.

"So, how are you?" I asked him as we drove off.

"Well, you know, a little nervous about the awards, but other than that I'm good!" he said.

"Well at least you can relax about Mackenzie Falls, you guys are pretty much guaranteed a win, right?"

He let out a long whistle. "It is kind of implied," he bashfully smirked. "But you never know, always time to shake things up!"

I smiled. "Talking of shaking things up, did you get that album in the end?"

He laughed. "Well, it's a funny story actually, because I tried to, I actually went into a store and bought a CD, which I've never really done…"

"You've never bought a CD?" I asked, eyes wide. I'd spent most of my childhood going from record store to record store. Anyway, what had happened, was he'd gone into the store, picked up an album, taken it home expecting the scrappy guitars and retro inspired vocals of 'The Shake' and had actually bought an electro-pop album by a German band called 'Shake'. Perhaps there really was something to be said for his acting skills, because his recollection actually had me in stitches.

His arm slipped around my waist. He was totally casual about it, but I couldn't help but notice his grip slowly begin to tighten, pulling me closer to him. I slid across the leather seat, inching myself away from him.

He doesn't like you, I told myself. It's for the cameras. For some reason I felt disappointed by this. You just like the idea of the fame that comes with Hollywood's bad-boy. My brain told me. You like the glitz, not the guy. Though I was rationalising, this didn't really seem that rational. I was never in this for the fame, and I despised fuss and glitz. These would all be bad things! So why did this, whatever 'this' was, feel so right?

"Let's make a pact." I said, breaking the pregnant silence.

"A pact?" He questioned.

"I'm from So Random. We like pacts."

"Okay…" He replied.

"Right. We promise to never speak of this night to each other, no matter what the outcome may be."

He looked up. "What's the deal with tonight?" I raised an eyebrow. "Oh…" he said as realised what he'd said. "No, I know it's the awards and all, I was just wondering why the whole taboo idea came about."

I sighed. "Well," I began. "There's a two in five chance of one of us winning over the other. That's pretty likely when you factor in the fact we're the two favourites. I think talking about the awards could mess up the whole 'camera friends' thing so I figure we should just… not talk about it."

"And if someone else wins…" he began.

"Well, then we'll both just silently fume." He laughed.

"You'd fume?"

I screwed my face up in thought. "Scratch that." I replied. "You'll just silently fume, and I'll watch." He laughed again.

"Okay then. Pact sealed. After midnight, we say not a word."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "'We say not a word'? That is what I call a seriously scrambled sentence!"

"Ah," he nodded in appreciation. "Nice use of alliteration."

I raised my hands. "Well, I do try."

He took a deep breath. "You do look really nice tonight."

"A compliment from the great Chad Dylan Cooper! I'm truly honoured, mark my words, this'll be in my memoirs!"

He rolled his eyes. "Nah, I mean it. You really do." His eyes met mine, sincerity shining through the shocking blue.

I blinked it away and slumped back into the seat. "Well, I'm sure you don't need me to tell you just how nice you look, it'll be all over Tween weekly anyhoo..." I joked.

"But you do agree I look nice!" he joked back.

"Pshh," I rolled my eyes.

"You do really!" He laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I rolled my eyes again, but smiled this time.

We arrived to flashing lights, and a sea of reporters, obviously they hit the jackpot with Chad and I. We stayed close, and he put his hand on my shoulder at one point. The carpet flew past in a blur of red, and soon I was seated and primed for an evening of polite clapping.

A/N – I LOVE YOU ALL AND I WISH I COULD UPDATE MORE OFTEN, keep on keeping on, Love Becky xx