Not a long authors note today, thank you to all who reviewed and followed, I would also like to say this will probably be the shortest chapter you get from me. I also have a quick question…what is too big of a chapter? Just tell me how many words you think…because I think I'm going to have to split the next chapter into two parts because if they were together there would be 4500 words…too much? Or should I make them separate chapters?

SPELLING MISTAKES ARE SUPPOSE TO BE THERE IN CHAD'S TEXTS!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny with a Chance, Gossip Girl, The Outsiders, OR Jim Carrey.

The second day of Christmas my True Love Gave to me A pair of Gloves

I yawned. A successful day of sleeping in. The clock said 11:00, bummer, I'd have to make brunch. I ran down stares and saw a message on my cell. It was from my mother.

"Hey Sonny! Sorry I couldn't make it home tonight, I hope your okay I hate leaving you alone! Anyways, I'm really busy and may not be home until tomorrow. I'm not going to stick you with any chores but remember I love you and be safe. Don't forget chap stick! Love you!"

My mom always worried. When its summer it was too much sunscreen, then in winter, I got caked my chap stick. It really makes lip-stick unflattering. I sighed, my mom was crazy sometimes, but when she is gone for a while I do start to miss her. I started to make some eggs as my phone started to vibrate. I picked it up and there was a text from Chad.

CDC: Sonny, you wanna hang out 2day?

Okay, bad grammar bugs me, even if it's a text.

Sonny: Sure. What do you want to do?

CDC: i have something in my mind. just make sure yo wearin jeans and a sweeter.

Sonny: Okay…can you try to spell words correctly? Maybe some proper grammar too?

CDC: Sonny, my phone has these terrible little buttons to text with y should i take the time to write u a perfect text?

Sonny: You just tried to didn't you?

CDC: Maybe…how did I do?

Sonny: Not that good.

CDC: Whatevs, seeya at 3:00

Sonny: Fine

Chad: Fine

Sonny: Good

Chad: Good!

Sonny: Chad, I don't have unlimited text so your killing my money hear and I just burnt my eggs.

Chad: Kay, oh and btw you spelt here the wrong way. Peace out sucka!

I sighed and threw the burnt eggs out. I was pretty excited for later, so I decided to just eat a piece of toast. I had a shower, put on dark skinny jeans and a kind of loose, kind of tight, light blue knit shirt. I decided that my dark blue jacket was light enough to felt like a sweater. I was about to start on make-up (not that I'm trying to impress Chad or anything) when he called.

"Hello Chad,"

"Hey, okay well where I was going to take you was going to be a surprise…not that it was a date, but anyways your going to need skates,"

"Were going skating?" I asked. Wow. That's a major date thing.

"Yeah…"

"Why?"

"Well, you said how you wished it snowed more and its cold in ice rinks so I thought we should go skating…"

"Isn't that a major date thing?"

"Do you want it to be?"

"Oh no your not, your not doing that whole "do you want it to be a date" that's is so dumb okay!?" I kind of spazzed. It is so annoying when guys do that!

"Settle Sonny I was just asking…I'll pick you up in about half an hour kay?"

"Okay," I answered. I just hung up instead of saying bye. I don't know why. It was just what we did. I grabbed my pair of figure skates out of the closet, and decided I'd probably need a hat. It felt like I was forgetting something…hat…check…jacket…check...skates…check. Nope I have everything. I applied some light make-up and sat down to watch some episodes of So Random! about midway through the Jim Carrey sketch (yes, we had a Jim Carey sketch… he wasn't in it but we pretended to be Jim Carey.) I herd a knock on my door.

"Hey," Chad said. Stepping in. Apparently Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't need to permission to enter another's house.

"Sure, come in…" Sonny said sarcastically. He looked towards the tv, and wrinkled his nose.

"Why does Grassy's hair look like a carrot?"

"He's pretending to be Jim Carey. Plus his names Grady,"

"Oh, you guys must worship that guy, because of his funnyness right? Well over at Mackenzie Falls we know which actors to idolize,"

"Really then, who?"

"Me," he said, popping a collar, his voice dripping with bravado.

"Oh come on Chad, you don't think there's any Drama actor that is better then you?"

"Nope," he said popping the p, I rolled my eyes, "Ah, but apparently you think there is…do tell, do tell,"

"Well, no offence, but there are many big actors out there. Just think of Gossip Girl, your telling me Chase Crawford can't act?"

"Of course he can! I just say I do better,"

"Have you watched The Outsiders? I say pretty much all of them did amazing,"

"Are you kidding me? Those Grease balls got nothing on my hair,"

"They were playing roles of guys who put grease in their hair, not that they did in real life," he was having a blonde moment...

"They still let that toxic junk touch their hair. Ugh it gives me shivers,"

"Whatever Chad let's go,"

Sonny was lacing up her skates when she finally realised what she was missing. Mittens. You weren't aloud on the ice without mittens or gloves.

"Frig!" I exclaimed.

"What is it Sonny?"

"I forgot gloves and I can't go on the ice without them," Chad looked like he was thinking. That's a first. He reached into his pocket and grabbed two pairs of gloves. He kept the dark brown for himself and handed me the black ones. They were a bit big, but they were warm and toasty. I think Chad was wearing them when we were in the car.

"There you go, gloves," he said.

"Thanks Chad," out we skated onto the ice. Apparently he rented the entire rink so people wouldn't stop us and ask for autographs.

"Chad, I don't think everyone would have stopped us for autographs,"

"Sonny, I'm Chad Dylan Cooper, maybe you wouldn't get stopped much but I sure would. It isn't that fun,"

"But there your fans Chad, aren't you thankful you have them?"

"At first, but then it got out of hand. Yesterday at Starbucks what you don't know it that I signed about 10 autographs. Thank god it wasn't rush hour. When your fans are as…extreme as mine, you can't go out, you hid behind you house and your car and sneak around to places so that paparazzi won't follow," Sonny blinked in astonishment.

"That must be what it's like for The Jonas Brothers,"

"Pfft, well my fans are more extreme,"

"Chad, has someone ever passed out?"

"Well, no, but they've cried,"

"People pass out when they see the Jonas Brothers,"

"What you don't know is that they smell so bad that when people meet them they pass out," Chad said stubbornly. I giggled. Yes, I Sonny Munroe giggled. Chad smiled.

"How do you live your life?"

"I have family. I have connections, like me renting out this place tonight. There was supposed to be like and NHL game here tonight but…I think they are playing it in the smaller arena now…"

"Chad…how much did this cost…"

"You don't need to know,"

"Chad…" he just starred foreword. "CHAD!" he mumbled something unintelligible.

"Speak up,"

"1000,"

"WHAT!!!!! ON 1000 YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS."

"Well, I am… Sonny, its just money. I was put in a privileged situation. My family has money to burn,"

"You could be donating it! There's kids who don't even have a home!"

"Sonny…"

"Yet I'm letting you pay a thousand dollars on renting a rink! Think of those kids not eating 3 meals a day!"

"SONNY I DONATE MONEY ALL THE TIME I JUST DON'T ADMIT IT TO THE PRESS BECAUSE IT WILL RUIN MY IMAGE!" I was shocked.

"You do?" I whispered.

"Yeah,"

"Okay…just never spend this much money on me again okay?"

"Hey I wanted to go skating too…it wasn't all for you…" I laughed and bumped him. He almost lost balance and grabbed my arm to gang back his balance.

"Really Munroe is this going to be how we play it?" he asked with a mischievous look.

"Aw, is Chaddykins afraid of hurting himself?" I mocked.

"Of course not, plus my lawyers wouldn't allow it," I laughed at him.

"I'll race you for one lap," I said taking off from his side. Here I thought the city boy wouldn't be able to skate at all, he sped off, taking off in front of me, I tried to catch up but he went too fast. He stopped flawlessly, I stopped, nearly bumping into him. What? How?

"I see the confusion in your face, before I decided I wanted to be an actor I went threw a hockey faze,"

"Why'd you stop? You could of done both you know," I asked, actually curious.

"Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't do helmets," he said, fluffing his hair protectivly, I pushed him, trying to make him fall like last time, but he didn't.

"Come on Munroe the first time I didn't expect it. Now I'm a stone," I pushed as hard as I could. I wanted to prove him wrong. He held me in front of him with no problem, he let go though, forcing me to kind of fall into his chest, his arms wrapped around me to support me, and I felt tingles through my entire body. I flushed pink and backed up.

"Wow Munroe you turn any redder you'd pass out," I blushed even more.

"Well, you know that feeling before you fall? Yeah well… that's why I was blushing...not because of you,"

"Sure,"

"Chad! Its true!"

"Sonny, were friends right?" he asked. I thought. Well, we did fight, but I really thought that we were more then frenemys.

"Sure, I think so Chad,"

"Okay, and as your friend, I'm going to tell you something that you should always remember,"

"What?"

"You suck at lying, come on, let's leave," he said. And off to home I went, happy, I know I had a new friend, but really, he was a friend all along.

Questions? Comments? Cry's of anguish? Hehe that never gets old...

I rewrote this :)