Not With a Fox

I do not have anything against PETA, okay, so if you're an animal rights activist then you rock, just don't take offense that I made you the villain, okay?

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"Sonny?" he asked, cocking his head to one side in wonder.

The dark-haired girl looked up. "Oh, hi Chad." She smiled.

"That's a fox," he said bluntly, looking down at the ginger-furred creature in her lap.

She followed his gaze, smiling down at the thing. "Yeah. Her name's Megan."

"Megan? Like Megan Fox? Really, Sonny? Really?" Chad shook his head disbelievingly.

"Actually, she's Megan THE Fox, and you're the one who named her, not me. Remember?" Sonny said, frowning up at him.

Cue swirly blurry vision and hypnotic flashback music

"You. Bought. A. Fox." Sonny said through clenched teeth.

"Yeah, I bought a fox. It was supposed to be a birthday gift for my cousin, Vlad, but apparently he's allergic to all kinds of fur," Chad responded, cradling the baby fox in his arms.

"Chad, I think foxes are illegal pets in the U.S," Sonny said, watching it warily.

"Why do you think I bought it for him?" Chad said in a 'duh' tone. Sonny pursed her lips.

"Well – what are you gonna do with it, then?" Sonny asked, hesitantly stretching out a hand to pat the sleeping fox on the head. "Aww, it's so soft! What's its name?"

"Megan," Chad said dreamily. Sonny laughed.

"Hey, that's kinda funny. Megan the Fox." She chortled. Chad watched her for a minute and then his face lit up as a bright idea popped into his head.

"Do you want it?" he asked eagerly.

Sonny stopped laughing, and looked at him like he was insane. "What? Chad! I told you, it's illegal! And besides, where am I supposed to keep a pet fox?

Chad shrugged. "In a doghouse or something. I don't know, okay? I'm not a fox expert or anything. If it tears up your house, you can sell it online."

And with that, he dumped Megan the fox into Sonny's protesting arms, and then walked away, whistling. Sonny watched him go, and then held the fox up by the space under her arms.

"No pooping, kay?" she said, and Megan sneezed quietly in response. Instantly charmed, Sonny hoisted her over her shoulder like a baby and walked off towards her dressing room, carefully patting her new pet on the back.

End flashback

"Oh, yeah," Chad said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. Sonny rolled her eyes.

"Why are you in here anyway?" she asked, fondling Megan's ears. "This is the girls' bathroom, Chadwick."

"Hey, nobody calls me that….except my grandma!" Chad said angrily, pointing at her accusingly. Sonny gave him a look.

"And I'm in here because Teeny told me to tell you something," he said.

"Her name's Tawni, Chad, and you couldn't have waited to tell me when I got out?" she asked, sighing like she was tired.

"Well, I could have, but I always wanted to go in here," he said happily, taking in the large stalls and ornate mirrors and clean sinks. "How come you guys don't have chamber pots?"

"Please don't make me answer that," Sonny begged him, standing up with Megan still in her arms. "Didn't you learn anything in the seventh grade?"

Chad looked at her like she was missing something. "Never mind," she said quickly. "So, what did you want to tell me?"

"Oh, well there's some geek freaks at the front desk asking for you," Chad said, checking his hair in the mirror.

"Geeks? Where are they from?" Sonny asked, frowning.

"Oh, their shirts said 'pita', but why you're involved with Middle Eastern bread I have no idea-"

"Pita? Pita? Why would…" Suddenly Sonny gasped, and she grabbed Chad's arm, squeezing it extremely hard.

"Did their shirts say 'Pita', or 'P. E. T. A.'?" Sonny asked urgently, a horrified new look on her face as she realized what was waiting for her and Megan at the front desk.

"Yeah, the second one," Chad said, clawing at her hand. "Could you please let my blood circulate now?"

Sonny made a disgusted noise and released him, beginning to pace the length of the bathroom and mutter to herself.

"Oh, my God, what am I gonna do? They know I have Megan, how could they know that?" She gasped suddenly, making Chad jump slightly. "Oooh, I know how, I've been making all these internet orders for fox-food on ebay. Shoot! They've tracked me down! Quick, Chad, we've got to hide!"

"Me? When did I get involved in this?" Chad cried, turning away from the mirror.

"When you bought the fox and gave it to me, okay? Now let's go, before they find us!"

She grabbed his hand and they tore out of the bathroom. If someone would have seen them at that moment, they would have thought it very strange indeed that Sonny Monroe and Chad Dylan Cooper were running down the hall, holding hands, with a fox between them. They sprinted all the way down to Sonny's dressing room, where they met a very confused Tawni. ("What the-!?") Quickly, the shoved her out and Chad slammed the door in her face, panting heavily, and then locked it.

"What did you do that for?" Sonny said furiously. "Now she's gonna go blab on us, and there's no way out!"

"Oh, well I'm sorry for trying to keep you safe," Chad snapped back. They glared at each other for a moment, and then a whine from Megan caused Sonny to look down.

"What's wrong, baby?" she cooed, lifting the baby fox up to her face and pressing her nose against hers.

Disgusted, but slightly intrigued, Chad watched as Megan hopped down from Sonny's embrace and trotted over to the locked door. She began to sniff it, then rose up on her hind legs and started pawing at it, making whinny sounds. Chad and Sonny exchanged glances, and then walked over to the door, pressing their ears to it.

"You can let go of my hand now," Chad whispered, and to his delight a delicate blush spread out on Sonny's cheeks and she released his hand like it was a poisonous snake.

Outside in the hall, they could hear voices.

"She's in there," cam Tawni's peppy tones. "She and Chad just barged in and kicked me out, and she was holding some weird red cat under her arm."

Sonny turned to Chad with a horrified expression as heavy footsteps clunked towards the door.

"Ms. Monroe? This is Walden Gator from P.E.T.A organization. Could you please open the door for us? We have confirmed suspicions that you are housing an illegal mammal."

There was silence as Sonny pushed Megan into Chad's arms and made wild miming motions towards the closet. Chad shook his head and tried to give Megan back, but Sonny wouldn't take her. She mouthed angrily at him and backed up into a lamp, which crashed to the floor. Wincing, she stood up. Chad followed suit, looking utterly terrified.

"Sonny," came Marshall's voice. "Sonny, I have a key, and if you don't open this door in five seconds then we're coming in."

Panicking now, Sonny ran her hands through her hair and picked up Megan, whom Chad had set on the floor. Pressing her close to her chest, she grabbed Chad's collar and brought him towards her with a powerful tug. Poor Megan was lodged, hidden in the middle when Marshall, Tawni, and Walden walked in on Chad and Sonny's make-out session.

"UGH!" Tawni cried, and with her hands over her eyes ran from the room. Marshall's mouth fell open and Walden Gator turned an unpleasant pink color.

"We'll – just…come back later," Marshall choked, and ushered a bewildered Walden out of the room. He closed the door behind him, and they could hear him burst into laughter after he was out of sight.

"Whew, that was close," Sonny whispered, un-gluing herself from Chad. She set Megan down on the sofa and turned back to him. "Thanks for playing along back there." She muttered, but with a huge grin on her face.

"My pleasure," Chad said, tightening his hold on her waist and tugging her closer.

"They're gone, now, Chad," she said with a nervous giggle as she looked into his bright blue eyes.

"I know," Chad said, and he pressed his lips to hers once again.

They didn't come out of the dressing room for the longest time.

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I know what you're thinking, so stop thinking it. It's G-rated, okay people, nothing happened! Anyways, tomorrow I go back to school, so don't kill me if I don't update in a while. Next chapter will be called Not In a Box.