Summary: He's Chad Dylan Cooper for crying out loud! He can get any girl he wants... or so he thinks. So, how does he end up taking an unimpressed Sonny out on 26 alphabetized dates? A bet perhaps? Who will win? Pure Channy from A - Z!

Disclaimer: I own nothing... I'm just gonna go sit and cry now. :(

A/N: Whoo! 400+ reviews! Thank you guys so, so, so much! :) It makes me so happy when I read ones like 'this is my favorite story' and 'update soon before I kill you'. Haha, I'm so excited. This being my first story and I'm only 13, it just makes me really happy! Umm, what to say, what to say... This chapter was kind of inspired by my first day at work. (Haha, I know 13 and already working.) But my family owns a driving range and I worked there for the first time on Monday to learn the 'value of a dollar' because my mom says I'm spoiled :P But it really wasn't that bad, it was actually kind of fun. I liked working the register and stuff but don't worry, I won't quit my writing job... it just might be a little delayed.

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Alphabet Weekends

Mini Golf

14.

SPOV (Sonny)

"Come Sonny, come ride with me into the sunset."

We were perched up on a white horse with a long, golden mane. I was dressed in a ball gown and looking behind me I saw him, his blonde locks and shining blue eyes, wearing metal armor.

"Why, yes Chad my knight. I shall, where we will live happily and forever."

"Kiss me my love."

And as soon as our lips met, I awoke with a shrill scream.

There was no way I was having fairytale dreams about Chad. No, no, no way whatsoever. If Chad was to be in any of my fantasies he'd be the evil sorcerer or dragon that tries to get in the way of my true love. But no, he couldn't be my prince.

He may have acted like my knight in sterling armor yesterday (A/N: Pun intended :] ) but there was no way that could carry on.

I couldn't keep rejecting the thoughts from yesterday that wanted to keep replaying in my head. Chad was just so darn sweet! Six lasagnas... for me? I sighed. It really was the most adorable thing I ever heard of.

Last night when Chad said he read that girls liked home cooking, I checked the web for the website he got it off to see what else it said when I got home. Sure enough, I found the exact website and found the 'home cooking' blurb.

I 'awwed' while reading it because it just showed how much effort he was putting into this bet. Well, I don't know if that was necessarily a good thing because it's just going to make me have to build up more resistance.

That's what I had to keep in mind. Resistance. I was allowed to have as much fun and romance as I'd like on these 'dates' as long as when I got home, I still despised Chad as much as I did before this bet even started. The perfect plan!

After scrolling through the reviews and other articles on the page, I decided to have a little fun. I pressed the little green review button and a little box popped up.

I started typing: I just came back from a certain heartthrob's house. This is what he had planned for our date. We're only dating for a bet but if he keeps up things like this, he might have a chance of winning.

I smiled to myself. I thought that was good enough. I clicked post and then I smirked to myself.

Maybe Chad would see this...


Now being the next morning, at 11:31, I remembered I had an interview with Seventeen magazine. I groaned. I wasn't in the mood for any interviews. They all going to be focused around me and Chad's 'love life'.

Stupid low-life gossipers, I thought.

With that my phone went off.

Must be Chad, I mused.

"Hello?" I answered calmly.

"Good!" his voice screeched on the other line.

"Chad, what the heck?!" I was confused.

We hadn't 'good' 'good' 'fine' 'fined' in a while, why all of a sudden?

Chad chuckled, "Just kidding. We just hadn't done that in a while. I kinda missed it."

Mind reader much?

"Fine!" I shouted.

"Fine!" he repeated.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"So we're good?" I asked, laughing.

"Oh, we're so good," he quoted within his laughter. It soon subsided, "Now that we got that over with..."

He started to trail off. "Yes..." I waited, my eyes wide with confusion, even though he couldn't see me.

"Have you ever been mini golfing?" he inquired.

"I've been golfing but never mini golfing," I explained specifically.

"Good because that's where we're going today," he stated confidently.

"Oh we are?" I asked suspiciously.

"Yes, we are," he declared once again.

"Okay, fine with me!" I chirped through my normally perky demeanor.

"See you at 5?" he asked.

"Umm, well my interview is over at 4 so yeah, I guess that'll be good," I answered.

"Kay good," he started again.

"Good."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fi-" Chad started.

"Chad?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"Too much for one phone call," I stated and hung up the phone. I smiled and rolled my eyes, heading down for breakfast and to get ready for the interview.

CPOV (Chad)

"Sonny? Hello? Sonny!" I shouted into the other end of the phone. Silence.

"Dang she hung up on me," I muttered, shaking me head, and pressing the flashy 'END' button on my phone.

I threw myself down onto my bed thinking about last night. Ever since that stupid dinner I haven't been able to get the bubbly brunette out of my head! Why did she have to be so stupid cute?

Six lasagnas, six lasagnas for her! I'm never going to let her forget that one.

Oh, and what was with that note? I might win? I will win! The fact that I have her going on the Internet to post about how awesome I am just proves I'm winning. Duh.

I wonder what she'd be wearing tonight...

I shook all the thoughts from my head and opted to go for a jog. I still had some time to kill before going mini golfing while Sonny was at her interview and Chad Dylan Cooper has to keep his lean physique. I changed into some sneakers and grabbed my iPod and headed out. I needed to clear my mind anyways...

SPOV (Sonny)

It was now 2:25 and I was in my car driving down to the Seventeen magazine complex, wearing my light blue knee length dress. It had a sinched waist and I wore a black braided belt and black heels. Finally arriving at the building I was met by a lovely red headed woman named Laura.

"Hello, you must be Sonny Munroe," she greeted, sticking out her hand that wasn't holding the clipboard, "I'm Laura."

"Hi, Laura. It's a pleasure to be here," I said politely, shaking her hand.

"It's a pleasure to have you. Now follow me right this way and you can just relax while we set up the recorders and such," she explained.

I nodded and she led me to gorgeous white room. It was simple and extremely chic. There were hot beverages on the glass counters and a tray of assorted fruits and danishes. The Seventeen magazines were spread across the wall and a plasma was placed in the middle. It wasn't the first time I had been here but everytime I come it seems to get nicer and nicer.

I sat down and Laura left to go get her boss, Trisha so they could finish a few things. They left me alone in the empty room.

I decided to text Chad.

(A/N: Chad Sonny)

Hey, I'm at the interview.

I waited a few seconds before he responded.

And...?

And what happens if they ask if we're together or whatever?

Just tell them we're together. No big deal.

Yeah that's just the thing. We're NOT together.

Technically you're right but everyone else thinks we are. Therefore, we're a couple.

*Virtual groan* Fine.

Fine!

Chad! Not now! I've had enough of that for one day.

Fine!

Look, I've gotta go. C U at 5.

Fine!

I put my phone back and rolled my eyes, groaning to myself.

The last thing I wanted was for Chad and I to be a real couple. I mean, let the gossipers think what they want, but the fact that we're actually going to go through with it and fake date... come on!

"Sonny! We're ready for you," Laura called from the doorway, interrupting my train of thoughts.

"Oh, yes of course," I said standing up quickly and following her out.

She brought us to a large room with a small oval shaped table in the center. We each took a seat and Trisha entered the room.

"Sonny! It's nice to see you again my dear," she sang bending over to my seat to give me a hug.

"Hi Trisha, long time no see," I smiled at her.

"Alright, well times 'a wastin`. Let's do this interview," she declared. Then we were off:

17: Sonny its so nice to have you here again!

SM: Well it's nice to be here. Thanks for having me.

17: Well, we only have so much time so lets get down to business. Who are so of your inspirations?

SM: My mom is definately a big inspiration. But if you're talking about career influences then probably Ben Stiller and Will Ferrell. Those guys are geniuses!

17: Hm, how about a favorite color?

SM: That's easy! Yellow of course!

17: Did you play any sports growing up in Wisconsin?

SM: Yes, actually I skiied quite frequently and I always loved playing soccer and softball.

17: Do you have a lucky number?

SM: Yep, it's the number 16. I don't know why, I've always just liked it.

17: Any favorite foods?

SM: Honestly, I don't think I can answer that because I eat everything!

17: I hear you and Selena Gomez are quite close now. Is that true?

SM: Yes it is. Ever since she stormed off the set of Chad's film we've been rather close.

17: Do you think this will cause drama between you and her best friend Demi Lovato?

SM: Probably not. Demi's a super sweet girl and Selena and I aren't that close so, there's nothing to be worried about.

17: You also seem to be getting along better with Tawni now I see?

SM: Yes! She is actually one of my best friends now. Ever since I told her that I in no way had any intentions of trying to steal her spotlight we've been inseperable.

17: That's good. But you do seem to be stealing the spotlight with all of your success! How do you deal with all the fame and fans?

SM: My fans mean the world to me! Without them I wouldn't even be here right now. I just dont take anything for granted and I always keep myself grounded. I dont let the fame get to my head.

17: It's so nice to see good role models these days. Now, do you have any favorite musicians?

SM: Definately! Jonas Brothers, Demi Lovato, and Taylor Swift are without a doubt my favorites but I love all kinds of music. I have like two thousand songs on my iPod!

17: Alright, time to get down to the dirt. No more small talk. Are you single?

I glanced down at my legs and inhaled, slowly letting out the breath. Here goes nothing. I looked back up at Trisha who had an amused look on her face.

SM: No, Trisha. I'm not single.

17: Gasp! Well, I guess the gossip on Tween Weekly wasn't lying wasn't it?

SM: No... of course not. Chad Dylan Cooper and I are happily together.

17: Aw, I'm so happy for you guys! How did you first know you were in love?

SM: Love?! Um, when I ... met him ... I guess?

17: Aw, how did you guys first meet?

SM: We were in the studio cafeteria and I was dressed up as my waitress character Madge. I was getting some frozen yogurt when he decided to come over and steal it. It was quite a scene but ever since then I felt an attraction for him.

17: So all your arguing was fake?

SM: Oh, no. That was real. I can't stand him.

17: But I thought you loved him?

SM: I do, its just you know love. It shows in funny ways.

I cringed at seeing how easily all of this came to me. At least the interview was practically over.

17: Yes, yes it does. What is the best date you two have been on?

SM: Actually last night Chad cooked me some homemade lasagna. Yes, Chad COOKED. It took him 6 tries for him to get the recipe right and it was actually good. We had a nice candlelit dinner in his backyard. It was quite sweet.

17: Aww. Well, it seems our time is up. I wish you and Chad the best of luck, as seeing you are the new Zanessa. Hope you have a nice rest of the day.

SM: You too Trisha. Thanks again.

With that, I was permitted to leave. I relievingly sighed as I scrambled to grab my things and thanked the women who were there. They delayed me while making me sign some things and take a couple pictures that they could give to their nieces who were fans. Now, I had 45 minutes to meet Chad at the golf range which was a good half hour away. I jumped in the car and after struggling to swap my heels to flip flops I started the ignition, taking off to Golf Country. The drive was long and aimless. I just drove quietly while singing along to my mix CDs.

CPOV (Chad)

"Excuse me, Chad Dylan Cooper, sir, what's your favorite color?" asked a nosy, fat man who worked at the register.

"Blue, now go away," I groaned.

I had been waiting a good 20 minutes for Sonny to get here. Yes, I was early but that still doesn't give her the right to be late, especially when you are being attacked by some creepy older fan. I already signed about 4 autographs, took a few pictures, and answered some of his questions. He was driving me nuts! I slumped back into the chair where I was sitting inside the golf barn/house/thing.

"Chips?" the man asked, stalking towards me with a bag of Lays and a mouth full of chips. When he said it crumbs of the snack fell from his mouth dripping with saliva.

"Ew, that's disgusting. Just leave me alone," I whined.

God, people are so annoying!

"Up for a couple rounds?" he asked again pointing to two clubs for the both of us with pleading eyes.

I immediately dashed out of the barn, letting the little chime on the door sound and ran to the parking lot. I'd rather sit in my hot car than deal with that.

As I was walking with my head down, I felt a petite body crash into me.

"Watch where your going!" I snorted.

I picked up my head only to see the perky brunette whom I'd be golfing with this evening. She looked rather cute today in her little dress.

"Chad, I believe you need to watch where you're going," she remarked.

"Sonny, come on lets not start off the night badly," I cooed.

She shrugged unphased, "You started it."

I rolled my eyes. Sonny started leading me towards the register where we'd pick up our balls and clubs.

"So how was the interview?" I asked more sarcastically than I meant to.

Sonny grimaced at me. "Well apparently we're now boyfriend and girlfriend," she scoffed.

I grinned proudly and she sighed as we approached the counter.

"Let me just tell you that there is a man in here who was just creeping me out. He was practically hitting on me! It was horrible," I warned.

I was on the verge of sighing in relief when I didn't see him but ironically, the plump little man jumped up from under the counter.

"Chad!" he greeted like we had been friends for years.

I scrunched my face into a pained expression and didn't answer him. All I felt was Sonny's hand patting my shoulder reassuringly.

"Hi, two for mini golf please," Sonny ordered.

The man studied her for a moment.

"Hey! You're Sonny Munroe!" he screeched.

Thank you Captain Obvious.

"Yes, I am and I'd love two for mini golf please," she tried again.

The man didn't care, "Can I have an autograph please!?"

"Um, okay but I'd really like to go mini golfing," she pleaded, signing the paper he handed her.

"Yeah, yeah sure. How about a picture?" he asked with a lunatic grin.

That's when I lost it. "Listen dude! All we want to do is go mini golfing! You either ring us up or I'm going to shred all of your newfound autographs! Got it?!" I threatened.

The man nodded and hastily punched in our order and grabbed two clubs.

"14 d-dollars please," he stated nervously.

I handed him a $20 bill and I got my change.

"Ball colors?" he asked.

"A blue for me and a yellow for Sonny," I declared confidently, seeing as how well I knew Sonny by now.

He passed us the balls and we were finally off to the course.

"Hey Chad, how'd you know I wanted yellow?" Sonny asked with a smirk.

"I can read minds," I joked.

"Oh, really? What am I thinking now?" she asked.

"How much you want to kiss me?" I mocked.

"Close," she whispered, moving her head in towards mine so that our lips were only an inch apart. I could feel her sweet breath on my face and my stomach jolted. I closed my eyes preparing for what I thought was about to happen when I felt my ball and club being ripped from my hands.

I shot open my eyes only to see Sonny running from me all the way to the other course. She whipped her head around only to stick out her tounge and kept running.

I rolled my eyes and walked towards her. What a tease! Did I seriously think she was going to kiss me?

Wow, Cooper you're pathetic.

I picked up my pace a little, turning into a slow jog and finally wound up by her side.

"Too caught up in the moment Chad?" she asked with a smirk.

I felt my face heat up. "Psh, no. I just thought you actually were going to kiss me because I know you're desperately falling for me. Don't even deny it Sonny."

Now it was her turn to blush. "Oh, you wish Chad."

Yeah, I do.

Wait, what!?

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "Are we ever going to golf?"

"Are you ever going to get a normal sized head?" she scoffed.

"Hey, you should stop antagonizing me with the snide remarks or we're out of here," I warned.

She groaned and muttered something lightly to herself before placing her ball on the ground.

"Now how do you do this?" she pondered to herself.

I lightly pushed her aside, giving myself room to brag.

"Watch and learn," I declared, grabbing my ball and club from her hands.

I set them up in proper position and hit my blue ball with the club. The ball rolled over until it was a few feet from the hole.

I glanced over at Sonny who was watching me with a raised eyebrow and cocked head. I strutted towards the ball and lightly tapped it so that it fell in the hole.

I whipped around towards Sonny with a large grin. She sarcastically started clapping her hands like I just won an Oscar or something. I smirked as she went up to try.

"Don't laugh at me," she begged.

"I'll try not to," I said, holding down my laughter as she bent over awkwardly trying to hit the ball.

The ball flew across the grass and ended up hitting a fence from her heavy hit. With a thud it fell and from the fence and landed in one of the many streams.

I couldn't help myself and my stifled laughter became obvious. I quickly controlled myself and Sonny frowned.

"Ugh, I'll go get you a new ball," I offered.

I padded away, leaving Sonny standing in her same spot.

"Hi, can I have a new yellow ball please?" I asked the same obnoxious man.

"Oh, uh, yes of course, Mr. Cooper, sir," he stuttered, passing me a new ball immediately.

He must have been terrified of me since my little flip out moments ago because now he seemed scared of me. Psh, no one is scared of Chad Dylan Cooper. He's probably just jealous.

I stalked back over towards Sonny and placed the ball on the ground. After a few seconds of her struggling to find a comfortable position she looked at me pleadingly.

"Chad can't you just teach me the correct stroke?" she whined.

I sighed. It was going to be annoying if she's going to suck the entire game. Might as well help her now. "Fine."

Her frown turned into a slight grin as she went back down into her little incorrect position.

"Okay first you need to loosen up on your grip. You're practically strangling the life out of the club," I joked. She chuckled a little a did as she was told.

"Alright, now stand with your feet shoulder width apart and make sure the ball is in hitting distance of the putter," I explained.

She paused, "Wait- which ones the putter?"

I rolled my eyes, "The club Sonny."

"Ohhh," she said embarrassed. She spread her legs out and stood with good posture.

"Okay, that's a lot better. Now, just tap it straight. You don't want to hit it too hard but not too lightly either. Oh, and don't swing it like a baseball bat either," I shuddered at the thought of the last part.

I could just picture her letting go of the club and causing a window to break of even worse, her not letting go and it denting my flawless face! I inwardly gasped and cleared the thought out of my mind.

"Kay, I think I'm ready," she stated.

"Alright now swing," I encouraged.

She swung the club and missed the ball completely. I shook my head.

"Here I'll help you," I said.

Wow, seriously? What is wrong with me? Helping people?

Sonny smiled genuinely and nodded.

She got herself into the position and I paced over to her backside. I prepared to wrap my arms around her and get the onto the stick. I shook my body quickly.

Then I hesitantly took my arms and placed them around Sonny's waist... but as soon as my hands touched her clothing covered flesh I felt a pang of electricity shoot throughout my body. I felt like I got stuck by lightning.

On impulse, I immediately jumped backwards, taking my hands off of her. The feeling was gone.

"Woah. Chad, what's wrong?" Sonny asked sincerely, spinning around and looking at me, chocolate brown meeting ocean blue.

My face was hot and my breathing had picked up its pace. I was so confused.

"Oh, um, nothing there was just a, um, ... bee?" I covered up.

"Uh, okay..." she said, "can you help me now?"

I nodded nervously before placing my hands on her once more. The same feeling shot through me once again but this time I stood firm and tried not to let the fire burning inside of me get ahold of me. I wondered if Sonny felt the same way I did when we touched.

I had touched Sonny multiple times before but why all of a sudden am I getting the electrocution feeling?

I groaned in my mind as I helped Sonny choke up on her grip on the club. Our hands were on top of each other now and our bodies pressed together. It was extremely awkward and well... weird, but honestly, I wouldn't want it any other way.

SPOV (Sonny)

I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as Chad replaced his hands on me. My heart was pounding rapidly and my veins were being jolted by electricity.

"Alright," Chad sputtered, "now we're gonna swing. Ready?"

I nodded slightly and in perfect synchronization our arms lightly slapped the ball all the way to the other side of the green. We watched in awe as the ball made its way near the hole, only about an inch away from falling in. After a few moments, a slight breeze swept by knocking the ball in.

"Hole in one," Chad murmered happily from behind me.

That's when I realized we were still clung on to one another.

"Uhh, Chad?" I asked.

"Yeah?" he answered oblivious.

I used my head to motion to our attached bodies, my face flaring up once more.

"Oh, right, sorry," he apologized while jumping off, trying to hide his embarrassment.

I wonder if he felt it too? I'm sure that didn't mean anything though. It was just a little spark. Right?

"Thanks, I think I get it now," I stated awkwardly, "come on lets go play the rest of these holes."

Chad nodded in agreement and we made our way to hole number 2.

Chad and I enthusiastically played all 18 of the mini golf holes. We casually chatted about our day and just life in general. Around hole 11 Chad accidentally slipped and fell a bit into one of the streams, getting his pants from the knee down all wet. It was funny seeing him all disheveled. It had been awhile since he embarrassed himself badly. We also went through about 3 balls each in amidst of losing them all. I could tell people were getting annoyed with us. I also did pretty well. Chad helped me a lot and he was actually really good himself. We didn't keep score but I knew for a fact he won.

Among all the fun though, there was an awkward vibe between us. Some unsaid feeling that was creating tension and weirdness. I really wanted to just feel fine but something was off. I just didn't know what.

When the two of us were finally finished, about 2 hours later, we brought back our clubs and balls. We were greeted by none other than the man that Chad seemed to despise the most.

"Have fun kids?" he asked.

I nodded and Chad scowled, handing back the equipment.

"Let me just say that you two are an adorable couple," he said proudly.

The two of us blushed madly.

"But we're no-" Chad started but then caught himself, remembering we were now a 'couple'. "Yeah, we do."

"Bye Chad! Bye Sonny! Please, please, please come back soon!" he begged.

Chad rolled his eyes and waved unenthusiastically, as we left for the car.

Once we were about of the man's hearing range Chad declared, "We are so not going there again."

I chuckled and thanked him, telling him that I still had a good time, other than the creepy guy.

Chad and I jumped in the car and did our regular drive-me-home ritual.

The night really had been fun and even though I didn't want to admit it, the spark was the best part.

Sorry about the long delay in updating.

I feel horrible.

My schedules been PACKED and when I sit to write nothing comes out :(

It's not fun.

I also leave for Los Angles on Friday and I'll be gone until Tuesday so you won't be seeing any updates until at least next Wednesday.

So sorry :( ...

But trust me, I'm pretty sure you'll love what I have in store for the next date. Any guesses what it may be?

Well, hope you liked this chapter :)
- Stephanie

PS. That little green button likes to be pressed ;]