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Sonny Monroe woke up to Chad's gentle voice.
"Sonny?"
She smiled at his voice and semi-rolled over, pretending that she hadn't heard his voice.
"Sonny, wake up. You have to take your medicine."
Sonny's eyes flickered open to see Chad Dylan Cooper, sitting in the chair beside her bed, dressed in his uniform, with a damp washcloth in his hand.
"Chad? What are you doing?" Sonny asked, pretending to be confused by the scene in front of her. She glanced around the room and saw a bottle of pills, a thermometer, and the book How to Take Care of Sick People for Dummies. Chad's voice broke her thoughts.
"You don't remember, Sonny?" Chad asked gently.
"Remember what?"
"Well, you were eating lunch yesterday in the cafeteria and you collapsed on the floor. You were just laying there. So I brought you back here. I've been here since then." he added.
"What's wrong with me? I feel fine." Sonny protested, trying to get up. Chad gently pushed her back onto the bed and tucked the quilts around her.
"Shhh. You need your rest, Sonny. You caught the chicken pox from me and you have a really high fever."
"What? That's impossible. I've already had the chicken pox." Sonny said with a roll of her eyes.
"Is it, Sonny?" Chad asked, holding up one of her hands. The hand was covered in small red spots.
"Oh my gosh! I have the chicken pox!" Sonny exclaimed, examining her hand.
"I told you you did." Chad said. "Now just sit back and let Chad take care of you."
Sonny relaxed a little bit and let Chad sponge her face.
"Hold on." Sonny said, pretending to realize something. "You said you wouldn't take care of me if I was sick. What's up?"
"Maybe I changed my mind." Chad said with an uneasy smile.
Chad could see the wheels turning in Sonny's head and prayed he wouldn't be discovered. Sonny pretended to be deep in thought.
"Chad, can I see that?" Sonny asked, motioning to the cloth he held in his hand.
"Uh, sure." Chad said, handing over the cloth.
"You know," Sonny said, taking the cloth. "it's nice of you to offer to take care of me. But I bet you weren't smart enough to realize that the chicken pox would wash off when you used a wet cloth."
Sonny triumphantly held up the cloth, which had red ink blots on it.
"Nice try, Chad. I believe this is the part where you're supposed to say gotcha. But wait, you can't because we got you."
"Sonny…"
"Hold on, Chad. I have something else. I'm sure the world will just die laughing when the see what you just did."
Sonny watched with glee as Chad turned pale.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when Zora found out what you and your cast-mates were up to, we set up a camera. Say hi!"
Sonny turned to pull a hidden camera out from behind a book and watched as Chad smacked his hand to his forehead.
"And now there's only one thing to say, Chad Dylan Cooper."
"I know, I know. I can't believe I fell for that again."
"Well, that wasn't what I was going to say, but yeah, I can't believe you did either." Sonny said, bursting out with laughter.
"Wait." Chad said. "If that's not what you were going to say, what was it?"
Sonny smiled sweetly.
"Gotcha."
Chad gave a weak smile.
"Well, Monroe. You have made this one prank I won't every forget."
A/N: And that, readers, concludes The Prank He'll Never Forget. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it. Who knows…there might be more Sonny With a Chance coming one day soon. Thanks again!
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