A/N: Aww, I am so sad for how quickly this story is finishing, but it's just so fun to write! And besides, it does mean I'll be able to post that new story sooner... For those of y'all who have seen my profile, the next story I will update is called Lost Soul. Wanna know what it's about? Go check the preview on m'profile! ;D

Shout-out to Clover108 for her awesome reviews! Okay, to post... do you think you allow your PMs, just so I could send you one and explain? It's too long of a process to type out here. I can't wait to read your stuff, by the way! :) And yes, Skyler is a character - he plays Devon in the show, but for some weird reason they name the people in Mack Falls by their characters names, apart from Chad :P And thank you so much for saying that I'm inspiring! You're so sweet!

Also thanks to dear MiiMyselfandTime for all her lovely reviews! Girrlll... BTR references rock :P NMWWWABC! Yus ;D

Enjoy a'readin'! I don't own Sonny with A Chance! :P

The Double Life of CDC

Chapter 14 - Love Rectangle

Sonny's POV

"C'mon, Sonny!" My best friend squeals, marching down the corridor to Mr Condor's office. I follow behind her, having to speed-walk just to keep up with her. The girl's an expert at walking in high heels, and me? I'm a Converse/ballet flats kind of girl. So when I do wear heels, I end up tripping, like, at least five times, cos I'm the much of a klutz.

Wait… what was the point in that little ramble up there?

Oh yeah. Condor's office.

For my audition.

Yikes.

Ever since Tawni brought up the suggestion of me becoming a cast member on So Random (ahhh!) this morning, she's been keenly organising my "audition", getting Marshall Pike (the executive producer of So Random) to set me up a time to see Mr Condor. Condor was, oddly, eager to see me (which apparently is nuts for Condor – he never gets excited, from what I've heard from Tawni. He sounds almost evil), and so he agreed to see me tonight.

Tonight.

As in, right now.

As in, I've had, like, an hour to put this all together.

…I really hope he takes that into consideration. Otherwise he's gonna take one look at me and my craptacular audition and deject me.

Meh.

Okay, so don't get me wrong. I am uber-ecstatic for this – if it goes well, I could be starring on So Random next week! Uh, and the week after. And the week after. And for an indefinite amount of weeks afterwards. But I'm also nail-bitingly, heart-thumpingly, palm-sweatingly nervous. If those are even real words. Which they are, in my books, now. Yeah.

So that, in a nutshell (that's one loooong nutshell) is why I'm rambling. Cos I'm, basically, feeling-a-little-sickily nervous.

Uhhh-huh.

…Okay, I'm gonna stop with the rambling and the making up of words now.

Okay, focus Sonny. Eye of the tiger…

Whoo!

I got this!

…Kinda.

Maybe.

I dunno.

Anyway.

We reach the office – me, Tawni, and the other Randoms trailing behind, who have come to be my little support team – and Tawni gives me a little pep talk before turning on her heels and flouncing away.

"Wait, where are you going?" I call after her.

"Yeah!" Zora shouts, waving around her little 'GO SONNY' flag that she made. Aw. Bless. "We need your help with cheering her on!"

Tawni turns around and gives us all a sweet smile and an innocent shrug. "I just need to go have a word with someone." She says simply, before turning back around elegantly and wandering down the corridor until she is out of sight.

Oh.

Well.

Now I'm screwed.

"Don't worry, Sonny!" Grady beams supportively, "Me and Nico made you this awesome banner! The letters are all made of different kinds of cheese! If you mess up in there, you can just look at us sat at the side with our banner and it'll totally inspire you!"

I chuckle, "You guys do realise that you can't come into the audition, right?"

Their faces fall. "Awh, what a waste of cheese!" Nico moans.

"We can't eat it now – it's got all glue on it!" Grady adds sombrely. I giggle a little. Gotta love those boys.

"But it's the thought that counts!" I say with a wide smile which seems to cheer them up a bit.

"Miss Sonny Munroe?" A brunette woman wearing glasses pokes her head out of the door. Her name-tag identifies her as 'Alice', and she is dressed pretty smartly – a black pencil skirt and a pale blue shirt. The colour of the shirt oddly reminds me of Chad Dylan Cooper's eyes…

I mentally slap myself. Thrice.

Number one is for thinking of Chad. That jerk.

Number two is because Chad's eyes are so much brighter and a nicer shade of blue than that…

And number three, is for thinking number two. Pssh. Please. I mean, if Alice's shirt had been brown, I'd probably have thought of Mack's eyes, right? I totally didn't just think about Chad's eyes because I like him or anything… and besides, Mack's eyes are so much shinier than Chad's. Uh huh. So take that, evil blue-eyed blonde-haired jerkface!

HA!

Okay, enough with this…

"You're gonna do great, Sonny!" Zora squeals supportively as the boys say;

"Good luck!" They all wave me in and then I'm faced with Mr Condor's massive desk and Mr Condor's cool swively chair, and, uh, oh yeah, Mr Condor, along with Mr Pike, who is eagerly staring down at his phone, waiting for a call (from what Tawni's told me, probably from his mommy). He puts the phone away when he sees me and smiles kindly, and I take a small bit of comfort for that. Mr Condor's glare is ice-cold though, which is a little intimidating. I take a deep breath, like Tawni instructed me to.

Here we go…

Chad's POV

Tawni just called me to So Random. Right. Why do I have this aching feeling that this is gonna mean trouble?

I enter the So Random Prop House, still fully-dressed as Mack, half-expecting to see Sonny and the Randoms hanging out. But the lights are down and Tawni is stood in the centre of the room, glowering at me menacingly. If I wasn't slightly freaked out, I would roll my eyes. Talk about setting the scene. I flick the light switch beside me, and regret it immediately. Tawni's even scarier in the light.

"Hello, Chad." She says darkly, like one of the bad guys in those action movies. I stare at her dubiously, kinda frozen.

"Um…" I thaw out and look around, making sure we don't have company, "It's Mack, actually…" I say.

"Relax, Cooper." She says, holding up her phone, "Everyone's at Sonny's audition. But, uh, I am recording this whole conversation, so if you say anything that I think my best friend should know of, I'll have it right here." She points to her phone. I gulp, taking a couple of cautious steps forward. Tawni sits down on the green couch in the centre of the room, patting the space next to her. I warily sit down, and when I do, she whacks me around the face.

"Oof!" I say, recoiling. Tawni smirks a little.

"Well, that was satisfying." She says, before lowering her voice, "Right, pretty boy, let's get this out of the way. Tell me; because I am curious… why did you kiss my best friend?"

"Because… she's my girlfriend." I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Tawni whacks me again.

"She's Mack's girlfriend! Not Chad's!"

I can't help but mess with her. "But I am Mack."

Her cold blue eyes flash with anger and she whacks me again. "And you kissed her as Chad! So tell me what the hell is up with you! Do you like messing with girls' heads for fun, huh?"

I bite my lip, "No."

"Then why'd you do it to Sonny?" She asks, "Poor, innocent, little Sonny. My naïve little best friend… you messed with her, and now she's acting totally confused!"

I blink, "Confused?"

"Yeah." She scoffs, folding her arms, "She's been spacin' out and stuff, and… I dunno. She's been thinking about you."

"Me?" I can't help but feel a small bit of satisfaction for that, "What's she been thinking about me?"

Tawni frowns, grumbling incoherently under her breath. "She'd probably deny it if I mentioned it to her… but she's feeling attraction towards you. As in, Chad you."

I doesn't know whether to weep with joy or beat myself up for that, but since the first seems totally weak and the second is just insane, I just smile a little. Tawni growls.

"Don't smile! This is not something to smile about!"

"It is a little." I shrug, "If Sonny's feeling attraction to Chad, it means I can get rid of Mack, dump Portlyn, and date Sonny as Chad and everything could just be normal!"

Tawni punches me in the arm, "Are you serious?" She glares at me so intensely, if looks could kill, I'd probably drop dead right now. "Chad, you can't just dump Mack and expect Sonny to be totally fine! What do you think she'll say when Mack disappears and you come along and say "hey, I'm your boyfriend now!"?"

I roll my eyes a little. Her impression of me is totally inaccurate.

But she has a point.

Ugh. I hate it when Randoms have points.

"Dude, you have to get your act together." She says quietly, but sternly, "I'm serious. Tell Sonny what's going on, or I will."

The next day is a Saturday, and Sonny and I (Mack) hang out pretty much all day. Sonny seems a little dazed and faraway all through the day – sometimes she claims it's because she's thinking about how her audition went last night, and sometimes she claims it's about… "somethin' else"… (A.k.a. me. Chad me).

Trying to distract her from whatever's going on in her head, I drag her to as many places that she has before claimed she'd love to go as possible. The park, the beach, some aquarium (she adored the fish and claimed she wanted to take a dolphin home with her. I don't get why she wants to though – dolphins are just annoying, and one of them splashed me in the face. Stupid fish. Or mammal. Or whatever those things are).

I also spend the day debating in my head whether I should just get it over with and tell Sonny the truth, and then take the consequences like a man, or just wing it and hope and pray that Portlyn didn't give the footage to Tween Weekly or some magazine and that everything can go on like normal.

Okay, so maybe everything going on like normal isn't so much of a good idea. Sonny's gotta find out some day, right? I mean, we can't be, like, married with three kids or something and then I just wake up one day and rip off the wig and go "hey, Sonny, guess who it is!" Something tells me that wouldn't end well…

But I'm just too much of a coward to 'fess up already.

By the time the day is all over, I collapse onto the couch at Sonny's apartment with an exhausted sigh. Sonny, copying my collapsing-sighing thing, flicks on the TV. Tween Weekly is on, and suddenly my heart drops at the memory of a sneering, mean female voice;

"I think I'll show a magazine publisher instead! Or, better yet, Tween Weekly TV! That'll get gossip out."

I swallow hard. I haven't seen Portlyn since last night, when she vowed to let out the footage that she took when I called Sonny, pretending to be Mack. I don't know how this whole thing would look to the public – that is, if Portlyn even gives them the footage…

Which she probably will.

Okay. So in that case, I suppose now is the only time I'm gonna get to actually confess this to Sonny and not be caught out. If Tween Weekly shows the video, then it's pretty much me being caught red-handed. Maybe if I tell Sonny before the video comes on, she'll go easier on me.

"Sonny, there's something I need to say to you…"

"Shush!" She says, prodding her finger in my face, "I wanna hear this!"

The image of Santiago Heraldo appears on the screen, as he gives his mysterious, raised-eyebrow look to the viewers. I roll my eyes – that is not a good look for him.

"Now, folks, that's almost the end of our show…" I sigh in relief; Ferguson told me he'd call me if anything came up on the news about me on Tween Weekly, and he hasn't called me all day. Maybe Portlyn had a change of heart and decided not to give the footage to them? "But before we go, it's time for the moment you've all been waiting for! We've been dragging this story out all afternoon, and, well, it is finally here!"

Oh crap.

The shot angle changes, and the camera is now closer up, as he continues, "Now, I told you earlier that we had some suspicious and sneaky footage to show you, and c'mon, viewers, when do I ever lie about that?" He grins proudly, "So, here it is! Check out this juicy clip of one of our favourite bad boys flirting with a girl… who is not his girlfriend!"

A gasp plays in the background. "Sonny, let's just turn this over…" I say desperately, reaching for the remote in her left hand. But she flinches that hand out of my reach, her eyes eagerly fixed on the screen. I clench my fists, praying to God that this isn't what I think it is.

And then, when the footage of me identical to that which Portlyn showed me last night appears, I know that I'm pretty much doomed.

Sonny's POV

The moment the host of Tween Weekly starts speaking, I watch as Mack gets a little uncomfortable. He reaches for the remote in my hand, but I don't let him take it. I want to see what's going on that's so big that they've been dragging it out all day! And I guess I also wanna know why Mack feels such a need to hide it…

Santiago Heraldo disappears and a fuzzy image shows up on the screen instead. I guess that, with the bad quality, it's a video taken by a phone.

But that's not what captures my full attention.

It's the guy on the screen who makes me suddenly ten times more interested.

Chad Dylan Cooper. In all his stupid hot glory, on the screen. I berate myself for thinking of him as hot. How dare I? Especially when my boyfriend is sat right next to me, looking as if he wants to break the TV.

"Th- this is pathetic." Mack mumbles, making a dive for the remote again, "It's a bunch of lies."

"No!" I say, snatching the remote away from him, turning up the volume as it's really quiet, "I want to see this!"

On the screen, I recognise the setting easily. Chad is in his dressing room, and his phone is ringing. The person filming has the door open just a crack, and Chad has his back to him/her. When the voice giggles in a high pitch, I realise that it's a girl. I wonder who…

"Got any good news?" The on-screen Chad says. I blink. His voice sounds deeper than usual. Hmm. Maybe that's due to the fact that it's on video. Hmm. I dunno.

"What's the news? You havin' fun at work?" His voice begins to sound a little familiar, and so does the conversation. I look over at Mack, who is chewing his lip and rocking backwards and forwards. He seems to realise that my gaze is on him, and he glances over at me, trying to smile. It comes off really faked. It suddenly becomes clear as day – he's hiding something.

Chad on the screen continues to talk about an audition. An audition? Audition for what? And why is this conversation so familiar? And why is Mack looking at me, like he's anticipating for me to do something?

All my questions are answered and all my sanity is lost when the Chad on screen says;

"That's awesome, Sonny!"

...

Sonny.

Sonny.

Me.

So, that totally explains why the conversation is so familiar. Because it's a conversation with me. And now I feel stupid for not realising it in the first place.

But that's not the thing I'm really focusing on.

I turn to Mack, who is wincing a little. "Wha – what was that?" I ask him.

He bites his lip, "I don't know…" He says. I snort derisively.

"I think you're lying." I say. My voice sounds kind of spiteful, but I'm too busy being bewildered to care. "Why the heck was Chad Dylan Cooper talking to me, pretending to be you?"

Because, of course, that conversation they just showed was a conversation that I had with Mack only yesterday, so of course I'd remember it (okay, so it took me a little while, but still…). But Chad was having a conversation with me, pretending to be Mack? I just… don't get it…

"Now, you all may be wondering…" The sound of the voice on the TV changes back to that of Santiago, "… 'who is this 'Sonny' girl that seems to have stolen the heart of our favourite tween megastar', right? Well, we did a little research… and here she is, people!"

A picture of me flashes up beside Santiago, and my jaw flaps open. Mack cringes beside me. He has a lot of explaining to do…

"Allison Munroe, more commonly named 'Sonny'," Santiago begins, "is the assistant on the bad boy's number one show, Mackenzie Falls. According to our research, she is sixteen and from Wisconsin – well, who would expect our star to fall for a girl as small-town as that?" Santiago smirks, "And word on the street is – Sonny recently auditioned for fellow tween show So Random. Word hasn't been released yet about whether she got the part or not, but if she does, I think we're looking at the new celebrity 'it' couple!"

I find my heart sinking into my boots. The public thinks Chad and I are dating.

Dating.

"Ah, but it's not all sunshine and rainbows for the couple!" Santiago continues with a half-smirk. Evidently, he's happy with how this report seems to be going. Some drama will do nicely for his little tangled spider-web of a story, "Cooper is, in fact, still dating fellow Mackenzie Falls star Portlyn Madison, and it is believed that Munroe is off the market too at the moment – she has been seen out with this boy."

The cued picture of Mack pops up – it looks like it's from today, at the aquarium.

Today.

Someone took a picture of me, and I didn't even know.

…I guess that's what happens when you're a "celebrity". It scares me to think the first time I've been shown on TV is as a lying cheater who's been exposed worldwide on a tween gossip show. The public's view of me must be pretty awful right now.

"So, what will happen within this love rectangle?" Santiago asks rhetorically as four pictures – one of each of us in this acclaimed "love rectangle" (pfft) – "You can trust that we'll keep you updated on all the news, so keep an eye out!"

Santiago signs off and the show ends, but I don't really care. I'm too busy watching Mack, who has his head in his hands and is mumbling something disjointed.

"Mack?" I say. He looks up at me suddenly, his eyes filled with regret.

"I… I wanted to tell you…"

"T-tell me what?"

His eyes lighten, but only slightly. "You don't know what's going on, do you?"

I shake my head, feeling slightly stupid. "Um… no?"

He brightens up a little, before he shakes his head. "No." He says miserably, "No more hiding."

My throat feels suddenly tight. "Hiding what?"

Mack stares at me for a second, almost like he's trying to imprint the look on my face onto his memory. He sighs, reaching his hand up to touch his hair. He tugs at it, and I'm dazed as his brown locks fall into his lap. My jaw drops open. A wig? I look up at his face as he reaches for his eyes. He passes me two small objects – contact lenses. I dare to glance up at him and recognise him immediately.

"…Chad?"

A/N: Buh buh buuhhhh! So there we go. The truth is out!

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