Alright, so this chapter kind of... jumps around in the timeline. The first part is before the paparazzi flooded the restaurant, and then when we get back to Sonny and Chad, it's back to the 'current' time... if that makes sense... .

Anyway, who else is excited for Sonny with a Secret? Eep! I can't wait! :D -jumps up and down excitedly-

I did get bored yesterday and watch 17 Again. I love Sterling Knight. He is such an amazing actor.

Anyways, no I don't own Sonny with a Chance, or anything affiliated with SWAC.

…Meanwhile, in the limo with Tiffany and Chey…

Tiffany and Chey parked in an empty lot. They thought about going back to the mansion, seeing as it was only a few blocks away, but they decided to just listen to music and wait.

It was incredibly dark in the lot, and to be quite honest, Tiffany was getting freaked out. She glanced over at Chey, who was sprawled out on the dash board, and she seemed relaxed, so Tiffany tried to calm her nerves and turned the music up.

Suddenly Cheyanne perked up, and jumped down from the dash into the passenger seat. She looked around nervously, and a few moments went by before she rolled her head back, letting out one of those earsplitting cat yowls.

Tiffany shoved the sunglasses onto her face, and locked the doors as fast as she could. The next thing she knew, there were people everywhere with flashing cameras, and all of them were screaming questions at her. They surrounded the limo.

"What do we do?" Tiffany looked over at the cat, whom she could barely see through the dark glasses over her own regular glasses.

Chey looked up and meowed. Tiffany followed her gaze.

"The sunroof! Good idea."

They couldn't risk driving, seeing as Tiffany didn't want to be the cause of squishing a bunch of reporters, so Chey jumped onto Tiffany's shoulders, and held on as her Human climbed through the sunroof.

She stood on top of the limo, and glanced around at the sea of people, slowly walking the length of the stretched car, as the reporters shot out questions.

"Are you Tiffany?"

"Did you kidnap Chad Dylan Cooper and Sonny Munroe?"

"Are they in there right now?"

"What's your name?"

"Who are you?"

"Do you like pie?"

"Where are Sonny and Chad?"

"Are you dating Chad Dylan Cooper?"

"Is Sonny dating Chad Dylan Cooper?"

She saw no way out of this, no easy way that is. Suddenly an idea formed in her mind. She knew that you couldn't see through to the inside of the limo.

Her hand shot up to her ear, and she seemed to focus for a moment, before she hurried back and knelt down to the sunroof. She made the motion of pulling something out of her ear, and throwing it inside.

Her little audience was silenced, as they watched and listened carefully, like a pack of starving wolves just waiting for their chance to strike.

"No Chad!" She shouted, mixing in a bit of an English accent. "I refuse to listen to your insults any longer! You three can find your own way out of this mess!"

With that, she stood up and walked to the back of the limousine, pausing on the trunk of the car. The reporters were still silent, and she could feel the cameras on her, recording her every move. Chey looked around through her miniature sunglasses, and tightened her grip.

"You want your little celebrities?" She shouted out to the crowd. "Go ahead and take them!"

With that, she jumped down.

Yes, the reporters swarmed her, but she shoved her way through them saying things like "I know nothing of your celebrities" and "Please, if you want your questions answered, go talk to them."

Eventually she made her way to the far edge of the lot, and turned back to see the limo still surrounded. One familiar looking man was on top, peeking into the sunroof. The man stood up and shouted.

"There's no one in here!"

But before anyone could chase after them, Tiffany and Chey were already gone.

Tiffany ran through the neighborhoods as fast as she could. Chey held on tightly.

"We have to hurry… it's only a matter of time before they find Sonny and Chad at the restaurant!" Tiffany panted. Chey meowed in agreement.

...Back at the restraunt, and about 20 minutes later...

Sonny and Chad rushed towards the door, only to find that it was locked. The paparazzi soon surrounded them, blurting out questions, shouting their names, taking pictures and recording their every move.

The two were backed up against the doors, blocking their faces from the flashes that were leaving spots in their eyes.

Normally Chad would jump at the chance to get his picture taken, but he always hated when his dates were interrupted, and he most certainly wasn't in the mood for pictures right now.

"No pictures, no pictures!" He shouted to no avail.

"Chad what are we going to do?" Sonny asked, sounding anxious.

"Chad, catch!" They barely heard the chef shout as he threw the keys.

Chad held his arm up to block another flash, and the keys luckily landed in the palm of his hand.

Quickly he turned around and fumbled with the door until it came unlocked. With one hand he grabbed Sonny's, and with the other he swung the door open.

"We run!" He told her.

The paparazzi were quick to pursue them, when suddenly a red car came to a screeching halt in front of them. Startled, the young couple came to a standstill and Chad protectively through an arm around Sonny when the door swung open.

"Both of you, front seat, now!" Tiffany shouted at them. "Hurry up!"

Chad thought he'd never be so happy to see the girl in his life as Sonny climbed in, and Chad got in after her, shutting – no, slamming the door behind him.

Chey jumped onto Sonny and Chad's lap, as Tiffany floored it out of the parking lot.

"Weren't you supposed to turn the other way?" Chad asked, as he tried to make more room for Sonny in the passenger seat they were both crammed in too. Darn 2-door cars!

"Tiffany, what happened back there, where is the limo?" Sonny asked her.

"Chad, look behind us… do you want to lose them, or lead them to our only safe haven in Omaha?" She asked him, turning onto another random road, and speeding onto it. "And Sonny, the limo… I'll explain later."

The paparazzi were gaining quickly, and Tiffany soon turned onto a road that led into the country.

Chad and Sonny gave up trying to make room for each other, and Sonny wound up sitting on his lap, after Tiffany started grumbling at them for moving around so much, and Chad insisted that they would be more comfortable that way. And hey, for once, Chad Dylan Cooper just may have been right. But who knows if Sonny would allow herself to admit it yet.

There was soon a curve in the road, and Tiffany sped up. The paparazzi disappeared behind them, and Tiffany stopped the car, threw it into reverse, and sped backwards into a road that led into the cornfields, nearly sending Sonny through the windshield. The only reason she didn't go flying was the fact that Chad had his arms wrapped around her.

Once they were a good distance down the dirt road, Tiffany shut the car off, killed the lights, and they waited.

The main highway lit up with headlights, and the paparazzi trucks sped by. No one moved, and they all held their breath as the final truck slowly passed, the beam from the spotlight stopping just short of the front bumper. Then, all was quiet.

"You think they're gone?" Sonny whispered first.

"Only one way to find out…" Tiffany told them, before noticing their sitting position for the first time. "If you two want to get a little more… erm… comfortable before we go…"

"Oh! Yeah…" Chad mumbled trying to hide his blush as he opened the car door. He and Sonny got out, and they folded the seat forward so that Chad could climb into the back seat. Sonny took the front, and they shut the door again. Tiffany started the car, but kept the lights off as they slowly drove to the main highway.

"Coast is clear…" Sonny sighed, relieved, as Tiffany began driving back to the house – lights on.

"Well, that was… exciting…" Tiffany told them, searching for the right words, after a long silence.