Hey, there! Sorry it's been so long. I had a difficult time writing this chapter. I hope you'll forgive me, though. c:

Haven't got much else to say, so enjoyyy!

Hello again, my wonderful fans! Missed me much? Sorry to keep you waiting. As the greatest actor of our generation, I've been extremely busy. First there's filming for Mack Falls to do, and then there's bossing my personal assistant, Bart, around, and then I have to give interviews and whatnot. Oh, and mess with Munroe and the other Randoms. That's a necessary part of my day that can't be skipped.

But don't despair! I'm back and ready to give you lovely people yet another spoonful of my wisdom.

Oh, and in case you're wondering, things have gone back to normal since the Gilderoy thing. Sonny and I haven't talked about it at all, so it's basically like it never happened, which is just the way I prefer it. Though I guess you could say we've been just a tad nicer to each other lately. When I dropped my script papers, she helped me pick them all up instead of just pointing and giggling at me. I opened a door for her without her asking me to. Stuff like that.

I'm sort of hoping that this little truce will end really soon, though. Is that weird? I don't know. It feels like ages since we've had a good fight, and I miss bickering with her.

Another thing I'm hoping is that Penelope and Chloe will quit pestering me about what Sonny and I talked about backstage. It's incredibly annoying. Thank God Devon and Trevor aren't giving me any problems about it.

Anyway, I've wasted enough time. On to business.

Chad Dylan Cooper On Rollercoasters

Oh, dear God. I do NOT like rollercoasters. At all. First off, I'm not a big fan of how high those things can go. Heights are right up there on my top list of enemies, right next to Zac Efron and dolphins.

Second, I fail to see how anyone could possibly enjoy zooming throught the air, or going up and down at breakneck speeds that make you want to hurl. How? How the hell is this FUN? That's not fun, it's horrifying.

Some people say rollercoasters give them an adrenaline rush. That's a load of crap. All they give you is an intense fear that you're going to fall off the rollercoaster and splat to your death on the ground sixty feet below you. But you people don't want to admit that because it'll make you look like a chicken, so you try to pass off your screams (or, in my case, manly yells) of extreme terror as the result of adrenaline.

It's fine to admit that I'm right. You all know the Chad is right. So don't bother trying to deny it.

Now I'm sure you're wondering what my experience with rollercoasters was like, yes? Eh. It doesn't bring back pleasant memories, but I'll tell you about it anyway, since sharing every bit of my Chadly wisdom with you guys is what I'm here for.

One day at the Falls (aka Stage 2), my cast and I happened to have an entire day off after finishing a Mack Falls taping incredibly early. I think the majority of us were probably just going to head home and chill, but Chloe, who'd just joined our cast at the time, just happened to have other ideas. Unfortunately.

"Guys, you know what I think we should do?" she announced as we were lounging on our comfy sofas. When we all just looked at her, she went on, "There's this fair going on nearby, and I think we should go to it together!"

When we continued to stare blankly at her, she went on to explain how she always used to go to fairs back in her hometown and how they were really fun and we should go because we'd so enjoy ourselves and it'd be great for bonding and blah blah blah.

I don't really care much for fairs, since they aren't exactly on my list of places where I cool dude like me would hang out. If it had been anyone else, I would've immediately told them this, but since Chloe was the new girl of our cast, I chose to say nothing at all. Then, since Penelope and Devon looked like they were about to start making fun of Chloe, I shot them both warning looks, and they followed my lead.

Our silence obviously disturbed Chloe. "Well? What do you think, Chad?" she asked, turning to me with a hopeful expression on her face. She'd only been here for a few weeks and she already knew that I made all the decisions around here. Smart girl.

I arched an eyebrow, all the while trying to figure out what would be the fastest, easiest way to crush her hopes. "Yeah, see, the thing is, Chloe, we don't usually do that sort of thing - "

"Yeah, Chloe," Penelope cut in, which annoyed me to no end, because I really hate being interrupted. "If you want to be on the A-list, you have to act like you belong there."

"Going to a fair doesn't cut it," Trevor added helpfully.

Penelope nodded firmly. "Exactly. And if you want to do something as lame as ride ferris wheels and eat hot dogs all day, then you might as well go join those So Random losers, because there's no place for you here." I blinked. That was a tiny bit harsh. All the same, I kind of agreed. And I wasn't that surprised that Penelope would be the first one to get on Chloe's back about this, because as far as I can tell, she's never really liked Chloe. I'm guessing she just hates having competition. And believe me, when she thinks she's got competition, that chick can be downright scary.

Anyway.

Chloe, who had been looking more dejected with every word that Penelope said, suddenly perked up and looked around at me. "Oh, yeah, the Randoms will be there, too!"

Why she thought this bit of information would interest me, I have no idea.

But ok, I guess I was a tiny bit more interested in her proposition. Just because I hadn't seen any of them at all that day, and if I missed my daily activity of bugging Munroe, the results may have been awful. The world might have ended. You never know. So, yes, Chloe'd gotten my full attention now. "Why?" I asked dubiously.

Chloe shrugged. "I dunno. I think they're doing charity work or something. But if we went there, we could direct attention away from them and onto us! We'd get more publicity for ourselves and promote Mack Falls, and, at the same time, get a chance to irritate the Randoms, which you people seem to like to do for some reason. It'd be like... killing two birds with one stone! So how about it?"

Penelope sniffed. "I think that's the dumbest thing I ever heard."

"I second that notion," Devon agreed, looking up from his electric manscaping device (don't even ask).

Chloe blinked at me. "Chad?"

I pretended to think about this for a long while to make the situation more dramatic, even though I'd already made up my mind. "Well, you have a point. There's no such thing as too much publicity," I finally said. "So why not?"

After having to sit through a round of Chloe's triumphant 'Whoo!'ing and everyone else's groaning and protesting (not that they could do anything about it. As the most amazing teen heartthrob to set foot on this planet, my word is law), we grabbed some nifty disguises, jammed ourselves into Trevor's car, and drove over to the local fair.

Once we got there, Chloe spent about an hour showing us all the "neat" things to do at a fair (I'm not going to bother going into an amazing amount of description over what that hideous place looked like. Let's just put it this way: If you've ever been to a fair somewhere, most likely the fair we went to looked just like the one you went to. In the end they're really all the same). I, personally, was more interested in finding the Randoms, promoting ourselves and annoying them, and then getting the heck out of there. Also, I was curious about the kind of charity work they were doing. Not that I really cared.

After a while of aimless wandering around, playing stupid carnival games, and riding on dumb little rides, I decided that enough was enough. Turning to my cast, I said seriously, "All right, I hope you guys had a good time - "

"We did!" Chloe said happily at the exact same time Penelope muttered, "Yeah, right."

I acted like they hadn't spoken. " - but now it's on to business." I then gave the order to split up and go do some self-promoting for the Falls, so that all these potential fans would watch our show instead of going to dumb places like this stupid fair. Or bookstores (which have absolutely nothing to do with this topic, but I felt like adding that in because it's true. Bookstores are a pointless, complete waste of space).

I don't really know how exactly they went about promoting our show or if they were even successful. I don't particularly care. Because as soon as they'd left to go around the fair grounds advertising themselves, I set off to go satisfy my overwhelming curiosity about the Randoms' charity work.

I'm not entirely sure why, but I absolutely had to know what it was they were doing. As hard as it is to believe, this was just more important than the Falls at the moment.

Yeah, I know. I can't believe I even wrote that.

I strolled around the area, trying to be inconspicious (which was hard, since Chad Dylan Cooper and the word 'inconspicious' don't usually go together). It took forever to find those Randoms, but my determination paid off when I heard two annoyingly familiar voices and looked over to see Cloudy and Rainy. Ugh.

They were sitting at one of those booths where you throw some balls through a hoop, and if you get them all in you get some kind of dumb stuffed animal as a prize. So that was their charity work. Lame.

But where were the other Randoms?

I casually sidled up, hoping they wouldn't see through my disguise so that I could interrogate them. "Hello, good sirs. How are you on this fine morn?"

They gave me a strange look. "Dude, why are you talking like that?" asked Gravy or Grady or whatever his name is. Well, at least they didn't seem to recognize me. Ignoring his question, I summoned up all my acting skills and widened my eyes, pretending to be shocked. "I know you two! You're on So Random!"

They both grinned and high fived. "I knew someone would recognize us sooner or later!" exclaimed Hippo. Or maybe his name's Nico. I forgot. I'll just call him Hippo.

I resisted to urge to roll my eyes at their idiocy. "Of course, you guys are great!" I somehow managed to choke out. Then I made a big show of looking around. "But wait... where's the rest of your cast? And why are you here, anyway?"

You'd think they would get suspicious of why I was asking them these things, or at least notice how familiar I looked. But they didn't. In fact, they were only too eager to explain exactly why they were there. Haha, suckas! Randoms are so easy to manipulate (well, except for Sonny, I suppose... but she doesn't really count). Turns out Sonny pestered all the Randoms to come to the fair to raise some money for some charity for kids (big surprise), and even though they didn't want to, she'd got Marshall to support her idea, and he made them go.

"Ok," I said, trying not to let my frustration show as they both finally finished their unnecessarily long-winded explanation. "So where are the others?"

Hippo tapped his chin. "Well, Zora's sick, so she's not here. Grady and I were assigned here, and Sonny and Tawni were assigned to the kissing booth."

My brain didn't really register what he'd just said, so I simply nodded. "Really?"

He nodded solemnly. "Yep." A grin split across his face. "They're not enjoying it," he chortled, elbowing Gravy, who laughed along with him.

I allowed myself a small smirk, imagining the look on Sonny's face at the idea of kissing some random stranger. Knowing her, she probably wasn't going to really -

Whoa. Hold on a minute.

...Sonny Munroe was working at a kissing booth.

A kissing booth.

Which meant she had to kiss about a gazillion people.

On the lips.

K-I-S-S.

I had a sudden urge to have a tantrum and kick something. Of course, that would've been extremely childish and uncool, so I used my extraordinary talent to push down that urge and pretend to be as casual as ever. Even though I looked completely calm, cool, and collected on the outside, my mind was racing. Didn't Munroe know that you could get all sorts of diseases from kissing so many people in one day? I mean, come on! It's common knowlege! God, was she stupid or something? "Where is this kissing booth exactly? Just out of curiosity. I don't actually care."

"Down there," Gravy supplied helpfully, pointing off in the opposite direction. "It's near the popcorn stand."

So now, since I was the only one with common sense around there, apparently, it was up to me to go to her rescue. Again. Urggghh. I seriously hate it when she does this to me. I could be doing much better things than saving her butt all the time, but nooo.

"Uh, dude, is your eye twitching?" Hippo asked, peering at me closely. Then he blinked. "Hey, do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar..."

Not good not good not good. I gasped dramatically and pointed somewhere to the left. "Look, it's the secret entrance to Narnia!"

As I expected, those chumps practically tripped over themselves to go see what I was pointing at. As soon as they looked away, BAM! The Chad was gone and off to save the day!

-cue Indiana Jones theme song-

I knew I'd arrived at the kissing booth the second I saw... well, the sign that said 'The Kissing Booth'. But what really clued me in was the the long line. DEAR GOD. That was a seriously LONG line. Didn't these people have anything better to do?

Sonny was sitting at the booth, looking slightly resigned, but she perked up as this one guy (who I guess girls would consider handsome, but trust me, he wasn't) moved to the front of the line. Well, if she thought that she was going to kiss that clumpnugget, she had another thing coming!

I jogged over to the booth and stepped casually in front of the clumpnugget. "Excuse me, greatest actor of his generation coming through," I said for his ears only. Then I turned my gaze on Sonny, who was staring at me with her jaw practically hitting the ground, and said in fake surprise, "Oh, wow, Sonny Munroe! What's up? I'm a big fan! Can I have your autograph?"

Her brown eyes narrowed at me, and she opened her mouth to reply. But just then the guy behind me said indignantly, "Hey, get to the back of the line! I was here first!"

I scoffed. "Big deal."

"You wanna go, buddy?" he growled, clenching his fists.

I replied simply by reaching into my pocket and handing him twenty bucks (it pained me to do that, but it was for a good cause).

Immediately, his defenses went down, and he snatched the money out of my hand. "Swweeettt," he crowed before walking away. I smirked. Score one for Chad Dylan Cooper!

I was distracted from my success when Munroe reached over and whacked me lightly on the head. "Chad!" she hissed in a low voice. Dammit, she'd recognized me. She seems to have this uncanny ability to see through my brilliant disguises. It's not fair. "Why did you do that? What is the matter with you?"

I glowered at her. "What's the matter with me? What's the matter with you?" Gesturing to where she was standing at, I went on, "A kissing booth? Are you really that desperate to get to first base with someone? That's just sad."

"You're such a jerk."

"I know. You tell me at least five times a day."

She huffed and folded her arms. "I didn't ask to do this, but it's where I was assigned. Trust me, it's not exactly my idea of fun. But all the money we earn is going to charity, so I just have to grin and bear it." As if to prove her point, she plastered a huge grin on her face, though her eyes were still practically throwing poison darts at me. "Besides, my shift's almost over."

I shook my head. "Why is everything always about stupid charity with you?"

"For your information, Chad, it's nice to help people, and it feels good to be doing something for others, which is something you'll probably never understand. So I shouldn't even bother explaining."

I raised an eyebrow. "That's your idea of an insult? Jeez, Munroe, you're lacking creativity."

Her grin disappeared. "Look, you're holding up the line, so unless you've got anything else to tell me, please go away. There are starving children depending on me."

I was going to roll my eyes, but then suddenly an idea hit me. Sonny was sitting there, right in front of me, willingly offering to kiss anyone for the mere price of one dollar. And the best part was, it was for charity, so she wouldn't turn anyone away. So if I happened to, I dunno, slip her a dollar, maybe...

Ok, I know what you're probably thinking right now. Probably something along the lines of, "OMG HE LIKES HER AHHH FANGIRL GIGGLE TIME".

Have we not cleared this up already? I do NOT like Sonny like that. Besides, you people haven't even given me a chance to explain. I didn't want to kiss her because I like her. No, ew, what, that's just wrong.

It's just that I was curious. She didn't have a boyfriend, which was great and all, because the majority of the guys she did happen to date were idiots, but... why? Why was she single exactly? Was she a bad kisser? Or was she so good a kisser that guys who dated her felt totally inadequate and went to hide under a hole from shame?

Most likely it's the first one. I don't think the latter is possible.

Still, though. I'm Chad Dylan Cooper. It's my business to know everything and anything.

Therefore I had to know.

See? My logic makes perfect sense.

"Actually, I do have something else to tell you," I said, smirking.

"Oh, really?" she asked dryly.

I suavely whipped out a dollar and placed it in front of her. "I'd like to help those starving children, too," I announced, giving her an innocent smile.

For a moment she just stared down at the dollar. When she looked back up, her eyes were wider than usual. "You're kidding. Right?" I just looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Oh my gosh," she said slowly, her expression one of disbelief. "You've lost your mind."

"Have I, Sonny? Have I really?"

She ignored me. "I'm not going to kiss you!"

"But Sonny," I said, placing my hand dramatically over my heart. "Think of those poor kids."

"I am! But - "

I pursed my lips thoughtfully. "You know, I think I can almost hear those starving children crying right now..."

While she was busy stammering and trying to prolong the inevitable, the people behind me were starting to grumble impatiently. I guess she noticed this, because her shoulders slumped, and she muttered, "I hate you."

I grinned. "And...?"

She sighed. "Let's just... get this over with." She rested her elbows on the table and leaned closer to me, so that our noses were almost touching. I did not expect her to do that. I almost jumped from surprise. Instead, I just gulped at the closeness and tried to look like I wasn't taken aback at all.

Her eyes were sort of darting frantically from side to side, and when she spoke next her voice was a tiny bit squeaky, like she'd just realized the hugeness of what she was going to do. "Ready when you are."

I cleared my throat. "Um, yeah. Ok." Wait. Was I supposed to make the first move? Or was she? I didn't know. My mind had gone completely blank. Ah, hell.

Deciding to just go for it, I moved my head forward just a bit. Munroe had squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and her breath was coming out sounding slightly ragged. Well. That did not help my nerves at all. Why does she do this to me? She's so annoying.

All right. Just a bit closer... man up, Chad.

Getting even closer... just a bit more space to fill now...

Closer...

All of a sudden, this alarm sitting on the countertop that I hadn't noticed before made a ding! noise.

Sonny jerked away from me, and her eyes snapped open. Relief flooded over her features. "My shift's over!" she gasped out, looking a bit flustered. "Um, well... bye." With that she darted away before I could even protest.

As soon as she left, Blondie appeared in the spot where'd she'd just been standing, a tube of lipstick in her hands. "Oh, the guys here had better be cuter than the last time..." Then she looked up, saw me, and groaned. "Oh, come on!"

Oh, no. I was definitely not going to put my lips on hers. Blegh. "Feeling's mutual, Blondie," I said curtly. "I think I'll just be going now."

"Please do," she said, her face reflecting the disgust I was feeling.

I got out of the line, then pushed my way through the crowd of people, heading off in the direction I'd seen Sonny going in. I'd paid a dollar for a kiss, and I was going to get that stupid kiss whether she liked it or not!

I eventually found her lounging in the shade of a tree, licking some ice cream off of a cone. When she saw me approaching, she immediately brandished her ice cream cone at me and said in a panicky voice, "Don't come any closer!"

"Sonny - "

"I have an ice cream cone, and I'm not afraid to use it!" she interrupted stubbornly, scrunching up her face in a was that somehow came out looking really cute.

"Oh, yes, I'm so scared now," I said sarcastically. "Look, I just want to talk, all right?"

She reluctantly lowered the ice cream. "What do you want now? And if you want what I think you want, the answer is no."

"I gave a dollar to your dumb charity. You owe me a kiss," I told her, frowning.

"It is not dumb!"

"You're missing the point."

She shook her head. "I have kissed enough people today, ok? I don't want to have to add you to the list, too. I just want to eat my ice cream, ride on the rollercoaster, and then go home and watch Wizards of Waverly Place for the rest of the night."

I was momentarily distracted as she mentioned one of my most hated enemies, the rollercoaster. "Why would you want to ride on a rollercoaster? Those things are horrifying." And the one at that particular fair was the worst I've ever seen. It was so big and tall and there was a humongous drop and... and... ugh. I shudder to think about it.

"Well, I've never ridden one that big before, and I've always wanted to."

"Trust me, you don't."

She smiled. "What, is the great CDC afraid of a rollercoaster? Who'd've thunk it?"

I scoffed. "I'm not afraid of anything."

"Sure you aren't."

I wasn't liking where this conversation was heading. Time to switch back to the previous subject. "I paid for a kiss," I insisted.

Sonny let out an exasperated sigh, tossed her unfinished ice cream cone in the trash, and pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail. "Ok, how about this. If you ride the rollercoaster with me, I'll give you a kiss."

Hell. Why did I turn the conversation onto rollercoasters? Why why why? "That is so not fair."

A devious smile played upon her lips. "Take it or leave it."

This is why I hate associating with those idiot Randoms.

About ten minutes later, I found myself squashed in a rollercoaster seat with Sonny, clutching the bar thing that kept us securely in the seat (or so they claimed) so hard that it felt like my hands might just break off. Sonny, on the other hand, looked a teeny bit tense, but otherwise calm. For once in my entire life, I envied her. "How can you be so relaxed?" I snapped.

"Chad, we're perfectly safe here," she said patiently. "You have to learn to face your fear."

"Chad Dylan Cooper fears nothing!"

She actually laughed at me. She laughed at me. I was insulted. "Excuse me, I don't think the fact that I might possibly die on this thing is amusing!"

She grinned. "You're not going to die. Trust me."

"Trusting a Random is not on the list of things I usually do," I said, then clutched the bar tighter as the rollercoaster started to move forward. "If I fall off this thing and die today it'll all be your fault, and if you give me a horrible funeral I swear I will come back and haunt you until you beg for forgiveness, but I won't forgive you because you killed me," I ranted. Why did I agree to this?

"Chad, look at me." Her voice was so compelling that I couldn't help but glance sideways at her. I was surprised to see how completely understanding she looked. "I'll be right here the whole time. I won't let you fall. Promise." She reached over and put her hand on top of mine, giving me a reassuring smile.

I didn't relax completely when she said that, because, as I've said before, trusting a Random is quite possibly the stupidest thing you could ever do. But I didn't feel like hyperventilating anymore.

I hate to admit this, but I still closed my eyes anyway when we came to the long drop.

I would describe how it went. But as it is, there are no words to describe that experience. No words. Except maybe this:

It.

Was.

HORRIBLE.

You people who like rollercoasters are insane.

INSANE, I SAY.

After what felt like ages, the rollercoaster finally came to a standstill. My throat was hoarse from all that manly yelling, and my stomach still felt like it was doing acrobatics. That's not a good combination. As soon as we were allowed to get out, I clambered out of the seat and dropped to my knees on the solid ground. I was tempted to kiss the ground, for a moment, but that would've been disgusting, so I just croaked out, "Oh, earth. I'll never leave you again."

Sonny hopped out of the seat and came up beside me. She had also been screaming the whole time on the rollercoaster, but her screams were joyful. Joyful. There's something wrong with her. "Oh, come on, Chad, it wasn't that bad," she laughed.

"Yes, it was," I snapped, getting shakily to my feet and clutching a nearby fencepost for balance. "I can't believe you took me on that horrifying ride."

She rolled her eyes. "You're overreacting."

"I am not! I'm reacting the way a normal person would. You're the one that's..." I struggled to think of a word that would properly describe her lack of horror. "...underreacting."

"Underreacting," she repeated, looking like she was trying not to crack up at my expense. I glared at her. "You heard me."

She held up her hands appeasingly. "Ok, ok, whatever, Chad. I guess I can't really change your mind about rollercoasters, then. Too bad. Well, I'll just be going..." She started to slip past me, but I'd just remembered exactly why I'd endured that terrifying ride, and I grabbed unsteadily at her hand before she could get away. "Oh, no, you don't. I did not ride that thing for nothing. You have to kiss me."

Her face fell. "Oh, come on, do I have to?"

I nodded, frowning. "And don't even try to squirm your way out of this, because you owe me after what I just went through."

She sighed, then said slowly, hesitantly, "Well, ok..."

I grinned. Finally.

Then my grin slipped away when she leaned over, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and started to skip away.

"Hey!" I yelled after her, resisting the urge to stamp my foot like a child having a tantrum. "That is NOT what I meant!"

She glanced over her shoulder at me, a ginormous smile on her face. "I kissed you, didn't I? I'm sure you got your money's worth."

I should've known she would try to do this to me. "You tricked me!"

She laughed in this cute way that sort of made me want to strangle her. "Well, maybe you should be more specific next time. Ciao!" And before I could say anything, she was gone.

I hate her. So much.

Anyway, after that, I somehow managed to compose myself before going to search for my cast. Once I found them (they were eating cinnamon pretzel sticks, which made me nauseous), we left that horrible place and never went back.

So. The lessons of today are 1) Rollercoasters are horrible and you shouldn't ride them unless you're mentally deranged, and 2) Don't trust Randoms, because they're backstabbing liars. Oh, and 3) Chloe's idea of fun is usually not fun.

That's about all I can say. I don't want to talk about this anymore, it's making me feel ill.

Well.

CDC out. Peace out, suckas!

Ehehe... I had a lot of trouble with this chapter, because I haven't been to a fair since I was a kid. And I've never actually ridden one of those ginormous rollercoasters before, because I'm kind of scared to. I mean, they're so big. So... I'm not entirely sure how realistic this is, haha xD I tried to avoid detail as much as I possibly could.

But I do hope you guys liked it anyway. The ones of you who still actually read this story, since it seems like a lot of you are gone now...

I miss SWAC :'c

Anywho. Thanks for reading, and I'd appreciate it if you could review! :3

~Ginger