Lemme hear ya say heeeeeeeey!

Haha, thanks you guys for reviewing. And because of the response, I figured I make another chapter go up real quick. I'm so happy that there are still some dedicated Channy fans out there, and I hope that this will be a successful multi-chapter like my previous "Truth or Dare" and "That's So Sonny". Feel free to check out those stories!

Quick shout out to GingerFlight for all the positive feedback and the longest review. It inspired me to write this chapter… so this chapter is dedicated to you!(:

Enjoy guys! :D

~.~.~.~.~.~

Chad's POV

Whether Little Miss Sunshine was or wasn't jealous of Blondie being my love interest, she was mad nonetheless. And I liked that idea.

Even if she wasn't mad, I'd probably pretend she was jealous just to satisfy myself. Either way, I was satisfied that Sonny actually cared that her cast mate was going to guest star on Mackenzie Falls. And to think she cared so much to come over to our set, dripping wet looking like a five-year-old. I figure I can invite her on the set while we're filming. Then again, she's come over here every day uninvited to have our daily fight.

She's not on the "Do Not Admit" board. I figure I shouldn't add her on, though. There was no use. She would come anyways, and she knew I wouldn't dare put security on her every single time she came here, because she came too often. And I refused to go to So Random!'s set just to carry on an argument that probably didn't matter in the first place. The thought was utterly revolting.

But to be safe, I should take all the Randoms of the board, to avoid eyebrows being raised. I'd have to remove Blondie anyways because she was going to be on the set.

Of course, I did have a question for myself. Why did I feel satisfied that Sonny showed signs of jealousy? I figured it's because she's a Random. I guess that would have to be my answer for now.

It was a new day, and unlike yesterday, the California sunshine shone all over the state pouring light into my dressing room (well, the living room area of my dressing room). It brought a warm feeling. Extremely nice because the maids just finished cleaning, so the sunlight hinted at the silver accents on the wall against the different shades of rich dark blues and light powdery ones. The white marble floor (like the one on the Mackenzie Falls set) glittered along with the white decorations that furnished the room, plus the untouched pool table on the side. It resembled more of a hotel suite than a dressing room. Very elegant, and just my taste. I was sitting on my couch just thinking. It was nice… peaceful…

"Chad!" a preppy voice yelled sharply breaking the beautiful silence, coming to my attention, not just because of the tone, but because someone had entered my dressing room. UNINVITED.

"What's your problem?" I turned around, just to see the familiar narcissistic blonde growl at me. "Why the hell are you in my dressing room?"

"Hey, you come into mine all the time," Tawni pointed out.

I stood up, facing her. "Yeah, to fight with Sonny," I argued.

"Well I'm looking for a fight. How is this any different?" she glared.

I glared back, as it turned to a little staring competition. A stare-down. Then I realized what I was doing, and realized how utterly childish it was. Ugh. See, this is why I hate Randoms. It sickened me even more to think that one was in my dressing room.

"Fine," I gave up. "What do you want?"

"To rip up this piece of trash you call a script," she lifted up what was in her hands and (surprise, surprise) it was a Mackenzie Falls script.

"Whoa, whoa… it's not trash. It's ART. Okay? It's DRAMA. It's entertainment. It's the closest thing you're ever going to get to fame," I snapped.

She sniffed. "Fine. Think what you think. Either way, I REFUSE."

"Refuse what?"

"To do the show with you!"

"That's not your decision," I said sternly.

"Hm… what's that?" Tawni twitched her head as if she were a dog that heard a high-pitched whistle. "Cough… cough… Chad I don't think I feel so good. I don't think I can do the show…"

"Ha," I laughed once without humor. "Nice acting," I said with sarcasm of course, then rolled my eyes.

"You know that's not how I really act," she pouted.

"Yeah… I also know that you're a bottle blonde," I jokingly covered my mouth like I had just revealed some forbidden secret. "Oops… hope the paparazzi didn't hear it. GUESS WHAT PAPARA—"

She stepped forward and covered my mouth with her hand. "You. Wouldn't. Dare."

"Try me," I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "Maybe the paparazzi won't know. Maybe it'll just all of a sudden appear on my blog…" I chuckled once more.

"You better not say it," she threatened darkly.

"Or what?" I scoffed.

She stood there silently with no answer. I decided to share my solution.

"Look," I said carefully, think about how to word this correctly. "I'll make a deal with you. Your secret's safe with me, but because you'd rather not kiss me…" I saw the bottle-blonde pretend gag in the corner of my eye. "Find a replacement."

She cocked an eyebrow. "A replacement?"

"Yeah. Re. Place. Ment," I said expressing each syllable as its own word.

"Like who?" Tawni asked.

"Preferably brunette. So they won't have to spend so much time on learning the script. At least they show some brains," I chuckled.

"Watch it, Cooper. You're blonde too."

"Nah, I'm more of a honey color…"

She scowled at me. "So brunette. What else?"

"Someone easy for me to fight with. There are a bunch of fight scenes between our characters, you won't believe it."

"Got it."

"Someone with a wild random personality to match the character. The actor and the character really have to conne -" I mused, though I was interrupted.

"You want Sonny," Tawni said clearly.

Dang. She wasn't as dumb as I thought. Of course, she wasn't a NATURAL blonde, so it made sense. Bottle-blonde was close enough though.

"Little Miss Sunshine dancing outside every time there's a rainstorm?" I asked innocently.

"Oh c'mon Chad, you know who Sonny is," she said.

"Yes…" I said cautiously.

"Fine. What's done is done."

"Fine," I said, almost surprised she didn't question me further.

"Good," she held her head up high with a smile on her face, the script in hand.

I was hesitant to say 'good' back. It was something that only Sonny and I did. Of course before I could make up my mind whether or not to say it, Blondie already left. Thank God.

Well. Solved Little Miss Sunshine's jealousy problem. I guess it was a plus for me too. I questioned myself as to why I felt that it was a benefit, but of course came up with nothing. I don't know why I felt that Sonny was such an improvement. Maybe because Tawni was… well Tawni. That's self-explanatory. Who could spend the whole day with someone so stuck-up? Ugh. I'd die.

Either way, Sonny was definitely an improvement. A comforting smile crept on my face, as a looked over the next week's script for Mackenzie Falls.

~.~.~.~.~.~

And here another chapter comes to another end. And as always, I appreciate you actually sticking to the end and reading this (though only like 2 of you do… either way I'm thankful!) so… *hands out virtual candy* :D

GASP! Maybe you guys are just reading my stuff for sugary treats… O.o

Haha, so as usual, review and send some feedback. Tell me if you like what's happening, tell me if you don't (and I'll try to fix that ASAP!) and I hope to hear from you guys! I'm that kind of person that feels like they've won the lottery every time someone reviews, so I REALLY appreciate it and I can't say that enough. Thanks!(:

PS I don't really think blondes are dumb! In fact, I adore blondes! I just found it necessary to show exactly how pigheaded Chad can be by criticizing someone for being blonde even though he is one. Just thought I'd clear that up!