Not anywhere.

A/N: And so it comes to an end (she sighed dramatically). Wow, I had a blast writing this. I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have! Thank you so much for reading!
Disclaimer: Once upon a time, even after fourteen chapters, I still own not even a whit of Sonny with a Chance.

Sonny was cleaning up her side of the dressing room when somebody knocked on the door. "Come in!" she called over her shoulder, shoving a couple eyeliner pencils into the top drawer of her vanity. She eyed a mushed stick of bright pink lipstick, and in the reflection of the mirror saw Chad leaning against the door, hands in his pockets, the epitome of cool.

Slowly she turned around, rolling her eyes. "What do you want, Chad?"

He shrugged, straightening his blazer with a tug at his lapels. "To make your wildest dreams come true."

Sonny cocked an eyebrow up to her hairline. "Wow, you're finally going to disappear?"

He chuckled patronizingly, shaking his head. "Oh, Sonny. You try so hard to avoid my irresistible charm."

Sonny shot him a sneer not unlike Billy Idol. "Is that what they're calling it these days?"

Chad crossed the room in three languid steps and sprawled on the couch. "Come on, Munroe, I know you want me. Let's just admit it, and then we can move on."

Sonny crossed her arms and glared down at him. "Not on your egomaniacal life."

Chad wiggled his fingers at her. "Oooh, feisty," he mocked.

She threw the mushed pink lipstick at him, but he ducked and it flew over his head. "Let's go, Munroe," he continued as if nothing had happened. "It's seven o'clock on a Friday night and you're still here. Obviously you don't have any plans, so let the Chad take you out and show you a good time."

Sonny raised her eyebrow again. "'Show me a good time'?" she repeated, air-quoting. "Really, Chad? Really?"

Chad laughed. "Dirty mind, Munroe. I meant dinner."

Sonny flushed. "Shut up, Cooper, that's not what I was thinking."

He grinned widely. "Sure."

She blushed redder. "I'm serious."

He shrugged and stood. "Okay."

"Okay."

"So let's go."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Good!"

"Good!"

"So we're good?"

"Oh, we're so good."

Somehow Sonny found herself nose-to-nose with a certain jerkthrob. Scooting backwards, she cleared her throat and tried to remember what she had just agreed to.

Chad was looking smug again. Oh no, Sonny thought. She had agreed to go on a date with him. Shoot.

"All right, Munroe," Chad said, turning on the smile of suave copyrighted CDC charm. "I knew you couldn't resist me. Now come on." He held out his hand expectantly.

Sonny held up her index finger. "One condition." If she had to go out with him (and she did not want to, thank you very much), she was at least going to get something out of it (And no, she was not thinking about that).

Chad crossed his arms. "You don't conditionalize the Chad, Sonny."

Sonny shrugged and turned away to go back to straightening up. "Sounds like somebody's chicken," she sing-songed.

"Whoa, wait," Chad said quickly. "Chad Dylan Cooper is talented and gorgeous and has great hair, but he is never a chicken." He paused. "Except for Halloween when I was four." He furrowed his brow. "No, never mind. That was a duck costume. Yeah, no, Chad is never a chicken."

Sonny snorted. "Then accept my condition."

Chad rolled his eyes at Sonny's back. "What's your condition?"

Sonny grinned and slowly turned back around. "I get to pick where we go."

Chad's eyebrows practically disappeared into his hairline. "No way. I don't trust your taste."

Sonny shrugged nonchalantly. "Sounds like somebody's…chicken."

Chad glared at her. "No."

Sonny curled her hands into her armpits. "Bawk…bawk…bawk…" she taunted him.

"Stop that."

"Bawk bawk ba-gawk!"

"Stop it!"

"Bawk bawk bawk—"

"Okay!" Chad finally yelled, losing his cool for a moment. "We'll go where you want to! Just stop that!"

Immediately, Sonny stopped and grinned widely. "Go find yourself a plaid shirt and a pair of jeans."

Chad shot her a look of pure confusion. "I'm sorry, what?"

Sonny just blinked at him. "You heard me."

"I don't wear plaid."

"Bawk—"

"Okay!" Chad gave up in exasperation. He pulled his iPhone out of his pocket and checked the time. 7:30. "Be ready at eight."

Sonny smiled. "See you then!" She pushed him out the door and Chad stood there for a moment, blinking, wondering why on earth he had to wear plaid.

At eight o'clock sharp, Sonny heard Chad's knuckles rap the door of her dressing room. "Come in!"

Sighing, Chad walked in and crossed his arms. Sonny had to smother a giggle. She'd never seen the ever-cool Chad Dylan Cooper in a red plaid flannel shirt before, and she rather enjoyed it. He looked almost homespun.

Chad gave the sigh of one long-suffering. "Happy?"

She let the giggle slide out. "Oh yes."

He eyed her denim mini, boots, and blue plaid shirt. "Where are we going?" he asked wearily. "And why plaid?"

Sonny grinned hugely. "We're going square dancing!"

Chad laughed. She had to be kidding. "I'm sorry, what?"

Sonny linked her arm in his. "You heard me. Square dancing."

Chad shook his head with a half smile. "Hah, no, see, Chad doesn't square dance."

Sonny ignored him and pulled him out the door with her. "C'mon, cowboy."

So that's how Chad ended up wearing plaid, driving until they found what Chad was pretty certain was the only square dancing joint in the entire state of California.

That's also how Chad ended up swinging a laughing Sonny around a dance floor to the music of fiddle and washboard along with dozens of other couples, all of whom, darn tootin' spry though they were, were at least a hundred and twenty years old.

And finally, that's how Chad let himself get caught up in the dancing and just had fun instead of worrying about his image. He and Sonny whirled around for the next three hours, and he actually forgot about being Chad Dylan Cooper, and was just…Chad. And for the time being, at least, he was okay with that.

Finally, the hall closed for the night and Sonny and Chad sat on the front porch, laughing and catching their breath. "See," Sonny said, pushing Chad lightly, "you had fun, you know it."

Chad rolled his eyes. "Define 'fun.'"

Sonny laughed. "Aw, c'mon. I know the sight of a CDC having a good time when I see it." She poked him. "Admit it, cowboy."

Chad let himself grin. "Fine, but if you tell anybody the Chadster square danced, I'll deny it till the day I die."

They both laughed. "Sonny Munroe knows how to show you a good time," Sonny said triumphantly. Chad quirked an eyebrow and she blushed again. "That's not what I meant."

Chad shrugged. "All right, Munroe, you win this time." He paused. "On one condition."

Sonny eyed him, a smirk playing at her lips. "What's that?"

Chad stood and held out his hands. Sonny grabbed them, and he pulled her to her feet. "We go out again, and I get to choose where we go."

Sonny laughed. "Got something in mind, cowboy?"

He put his hands in his pocket and trotted off towards the car. "I know exactly where we're gonna go."

She laughed and ran with him. "Where?"

Chad stopped in his tracks and spun Sonny in a circle. He pulled her into him, graceful as a dance. Dipping her dangerously low, he kissed her as she giggled, blushing.

He grinned. "Anywhere."