The reason I didn't want Chad to have his own private jet was for the soul purpose of the following. Bring on the Channy.

Finally.

Shout out to all you Twilight fans coming up (Sonny)…and you Twi haters (Chad).

Taylor=Jacob

…

You'll see why.

THANK YOU my beta, Josette Blanchard! You're amazing! I can't do this without you!

~*~

Chapter Four

Starstruck Part I

She couldn't believe what was happening.

One moment she was a small town girl. She had one best friend whom she'd spent many nights staying up watching movies starring at hunky teenage heartthrobs. She had the best boyfriend she could possibly have, who spent weekends staying up helping her around the house, picking up the pieces that were left after the tragedy in their household. She went to a public school where she made decent grades, ones good enough to go to a university in the fall and she had a loving mother who did everything she could to keep their family together.

Now, she had all of that with the addition of being a soon-to-be movie star. Thousands of dollars, in the matter of months, were going to be put in her bank account, an amount of money she didn't think she'd make in the first year of her job. She was going to spend the next three or four months shooting a movie with a teen heartthrob she had, only days before, watched on TV until two in the morning. She'd be given the spotlight with top of the line merchandise that companies wanted her to wear to promote their stuff.

Samantha had screamed, catching the attention of everyone around them.

Was there suddenly every teen girl in America cramped into the airport? Because before Sonny could even get out a word for Samantha to stop screaming, unexpectedly a horde of teenage girls were surrounding her and Chad, each of them calling out his name in a scream or squeal. Camera's were flashing from every direction, spots forming in her eyes from the bright light. She couldn't see past the first row of people anyway, Samantha almost being crushed into her.

She felt the weight of Chad's arm from around her shoulders disappear and she glanced over at him. Her jaw almost dropped.

He was smiling. That sweet smile that she remembered from his movies was suddenly plastered on his face and the impish smirk that he had been giving her for the last two days was now wiped away. One of his hands had disappeared into the crowd and when it reappeared it was holding a black marker.

Girls were thrusting everything they could at him including: books, shirts, and even the occasional bra. He didn't seem to have a problem with it. He just continued smiling, asked them their names, and signed his signature with a little message. Then, he'd wink at the girl, maybe smile for a photo, and turn to the next one. Smile. Sign. Wink. Smile. Pose. Repeat.

Most of the girls didn't even notice her, their eyes glued to the blonde…hunk…next to her.

But, then out of the blue one of them spoke up with a question Sonny distinctly heard.

"Who's that? Are you with her?"

Chad glanced over his shoulder at Sonny, who was standing there in shock, her jaw slightly slack. Then he turned back to the girl and nodded his hand at Sonny. "That's a friend of mine, Sonny. She's gonna be in my next movie with me."

Then, exactly what was happening to Chad, was happening to her.

All of the girls that had already gotten Chad's autograph stormed around her, anxiously asking her questions and thrusting their things at her.

"Can you sign this please?"

"Make it out to Steph-"

"You're going to be in the movie? Do you know-"

"I can't believe I'm meeting Chad's new-"

"What's your name?"

Smile.

Sonny was hyperventilating, a smile trying to form on her face for the sake of the girls around her. Then there was a pen in her hand and she looked once more over at Chad.

Right. Sign name.

She did so, taking the first item in front of her, having to pause for a moment to remember just who she was, and sighed a big Sonny Munroe across it.

Shrug happily. Pose.

Her arm found it's way around the shoulders of one of the girls around her and there was a flash.

Smile. Turn. Repeat.

After only a few minutes, she turned to watch Chad, who was still posing for pictures. Then she caught sight of a huge man that was making his way through the crowd of fans toward them. He was easily able to part the crowd and when he reached Chad, he bent down and whispered in his ear.

Chad nodded and turned to her, motioning for her to take his hand.

Even through all the chaos, she did it hesitantly.

He still had that smile on his face.

Then they made their way toward the terminal entrance, with their body guard leading the way. When they reached the entrance to the tunnel, Chad stopped them both, still holding on to her hand with a grip she didn't know he had, and turned toward the crowd of girls shrieking anxiously at them…and waved. He smiled, turned a little toward Sonny, and posed for a few last minute pictures and waved.

Finally, Marshal, John, and Leo turned up, ushering them to turn away from the spectators and make their way toward the actual plane. Just before she did, Sonny was able to see Samantha's shocked and angered expression, which brought a smile of her own.

Once they were out of sight of any of the crowd, Chad let go of her hand and hurried to his own pace. He pulled off the hat that he had been wearing and handed it to Leo. Then he proceeded to fix his hair, wafting it to the right so it all sat perfect.

Marshal brought her out of her stupor, even though she kept her eyes on the back of Chad's shirt in speculation.

"Well, that went well."

John waved a hand at him. "It was bound to happen. I don't know why we didn't just use the jet from the company. It would have been easier and more efficient…"

There was another roar from the crowd the had left behind them.

"And quieter."

When they made it on the plane, John gestured at two seats in the second row of first class. "These are yours and Chad's seats. Make yourself at home. We'll get there around two o'clock Western time."

Sonny had a pause for a minute to realize the difference in time zones. She motioned to sit down in the seat next to the window when a hand came up blocked her view. She looked up at it's owner. "Let me guess…this is Chad Dylan Coopers seat?"

Chad smiled, nodding. "Good. You're catching onto things, Munroe."

Sonny smiled, then quickly jumped around his hand and landed in the window seat. When she looked up at Chad, he was glaring.

"Looks like I don't care."

Chad looked behind Sonny, where John and Marshall were sitting. Apparently they must have glared back, because Chad almost stomped his foot, turned around, and sat in the empty seat next to Sonny.

She smirked as she looked out of the window and watched people working on each of the planes. She took off her glasses. She didn't see a point in them now.

Finally, people started flooding in and the stewardesses had to gently push the people to keep going to their seats. Every now and then they would hold up the line to get a picture of them and then move on to their seats. As one girl, who Sonny distinctly remembered signing a shirt of hers, passed, she was talking on the phone.

"You are not going to believe who I just met! Chad Dylan Cooper."

In the corner of her eye, Sonny noticed the line stopped again and when she looked over, the girl was holding up the phone to Chad's ear.

"Hey this is Chad Dylan Cooper. What up?"

Sonny could hear the scream over the phone from where she sat. Once the girl was gone, Sonny looked around to see if anyone else was in earshot. Seeing that the coast was clear, she leaned toward Chad, and whispered at him fiercely, "What just happened? How do you deal with this?"

Chad smiled from under his sunglasses and his hands came up behind his head. "That was your first fan girl mob. Although…they did do it for me. They didn't even notice you until I said that you were going to be in the movie with me."

She tired to retort…but she really didn't have a comeback for that one. She wasn't exactly a star just yet. "Does that happen everywhere you go? Is it like that all the time?"

Chad sighed and closed his eyes, relaxing into his seat. "Yep. Pretty much."

Sonny glared. She knew that she wasn't going to get much out of him. She thought about asking him what happened back there. She didn't know why he had stood up for her, in a way, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder to show Samantha that he was with her, or at least that he knew her. Then he had offered her his hand to get her out of the crowd when all he had to do was motion for her to follow him and she would have been able to steer free of the mass. She decided that she was going to ask him about it later.

The announcer started talking over the radio. She fastened her seatbelt and stuffed her bag underneath the seat in front of her. Then she clutched at the armrest and braced herself.

She had been out of state. She had gone to the Mall of America on a school trip and she'd been to Chicago for a play. Both times they had taken a bus. Other than that, she didn't have much experience in traveling. So, yeah, this was her first time flying.

It wasn't the fact that she was scared. It was the feeling in her stomach that was wrenching her backward into her seat. Literally.

The plane was taking off, slowly at first and then quickly as it was leaving the ground, the nose of the plane going up so quickly and sharp, that for a moment, Sonny was worried if the back of the plane was going to hit the ground.

"So, I'm guessing this is your first time."

She turned her head so she could look at Chad from the corner of her eye. She rolled her eyes at the smirk that he was giving her. Then he winked.

She frowned, her brows coming together in disgust at the double entendere and she rolled her eyes. "Uh. Do you really have to act like that?" She let her head turn back into her headrest and she tried to settle her shoulders. "And no. I've never flown before…I didn't know you'd get this feeling when taking off."

He chuckled. "Well, then you're gonna love landing."

She gave him a worried look.

While she clutched at her armrests, Chad questioned her. "So what was up with that girl back there?" Sonny felt him adjust himself.

"Why do you care?" She cast an eye over at him, seeing the small smile on his face, but no real humor behind it.

"I don't know, try me."

She sighed. "Well, growing up, my mom ran a daycare. Samantha went there, along with my best friend now…and she was friends with us. We were inseparable until about sixth grade with guys started to notice her."

Chad chuckled. "I can see why."

Sonny looked daggers at him, but continued. "She kinda separated from us and became part of the "popular crowd". Then her dad got rich and that didn't help things…We were sort of friends until one day, freshman year, she called me a few names in front of everyone during an assembly…and we haven't talked sense."

"Pfft. That's it? She calls you a couple of bad names and suddenly you're enemies?" Chad was shaking his head. "You're in for the time of your life."

Sonny gulped, sure that he was talking about Hollywood.

When she went back to concentrate on clasped at the armrests, a small smile formed on her lips. Even though she had told her new enemy about her old enemy, in that time she had gone through the lift off without really noticing it.

When she motioned to thank Chad, his eyes were already closed, arms once again crossed over his chest like he was getting ready to fall asleep.

Once they were balanced, the feeling in Sonny's stomach now completely gone, the pilot announced when they would approximately land and that it was now safe for them to move about the cabin.

Sonny reached down underneath the seat in front of her and grabbed her bag. She looked through her things until she found her MP3 and turned it on, placing the earphones into her ears…only for it to turn right back off.

She was suppose to charge it this morning when she got up. She was unable to though with the whole sleeping in till last minute deal. Sighed, she placed her music player back in her bag. Just because she wasn't able to zone him out through music, didn't mean that she couldn't through reading.

She pulled out her Tridark book and set it on her lap, smiling. She had been waiting forever to get her hands on this. She had to wait for nearly six months after it first came out for Lucy to finally give it to her.

Then she wished she had her earphones.

"Really, Sonny? Really?"

Sonny saw that Chad was giving her a disappointed look. Apparently he had ditched his attempt as sleep. "What?"

"Don't tell me that you're into the whole vampire/werewolf thing. The only thing worst than that is Zac Efron."

She scowled. "First off, Tridark is amazing and second, Taylor is so cute."

Chad stared at her. "He's a character in a book."

"The movie…duh." She flipped open to the page she was currently on. "And…Zac Efron? Hot."

Chad gagged. "What? That poser? Please, I have more talent and good looks in my pinky toe than he does in his whole body."

"No, you have more ego in your pinky toe than in his whole body."

Chad huffed. "This is exactly why he's not allowed on my sets."

"Why, because he's better than you?"

"No, because he makes girls like you delusional."

~*~

HA! I told you the Channy would begin!

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IMPORTANT READ: Due to the fact that I am now taking CSI (this is a required senior class at my high school that includes a 15 page paper, learning something completely new, incorperating the new thing it into the community and presenting the new thing- what you learned, how it effected you, how you'll use it in the future etc. to people of the community, 20hrs of community service, at least a week spent with mentor, many other papers and presentations, amd much more), and that I'm moving (yes, with only four months left of High School, but I'm staying with a friend at their house on weekdays, thankfully), and that softball season is coming up, I have no idea when I'll update.

DONT WORRY.

I WILL be updating in the upcoming months. There is no specific schedule though. It'll only happen when I have time, with no rhythm whatsoever. Once we reach May, there will be a steady update, probally every few days, once I graduate. Then, once I get a steady part-time, once a week....

Anyway...review please.

And...is anyone else watching American Idol? I don't know why I am...but Joe Jonas is on it...wierd.