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So, I recently accidently replaced THIS chapter with the content of Chapter 6. I feel so stupid. So I just rewrote this… sigh… I'm sorry. But thanks to HorseLover314 or I would've NEVER caught it!

Anyways, this is a rewrite. It's pretty much the same storyline as the previous one, but it's… well rewritten. So it won't be exactly the same. So sorry guys! Hope you can forgive me!

And enjoy!(:

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Chad's POV

I knocked impatiently on a certain brunette's dressing room door. Unlike her, I actually know how to knock. Of course, I had no wish to be here in the wing where "Chuckle City" takes place. Of course it wasn't really a wing… more like a designated area. Or a hallway. With carpet… how unattractive. I almost felt BAD for these "Chuckle City" actors (if you could call them actors). Almost, but not quite. Feeling bad would mean caring. I wrinkled my nose at the thought.

After a few moments, she opened the door.

"You look nice," I noted, just to be polite of course. You can't accuse me of lying though. She did dress up at least. She wore an innocent little thing: a strapless white dress decorated with dark violet and bright yellow flowers with simple golden high heels with a dainty charm bracelet on her right wrist. I suppose the clothing could be perceived as casual in Hollywood, but it was her make up that really won me over. Simple and light, with small gold flecks in her eyeliner and mascara, bringing out her chocolate brown eyes… I couldn't help but think how… attractive it was.

Of course, I'm not saying that Sonny is attractive or anything.

"Thanks…" she scanned my face cautiously to see whether or not this was a genuine compliment. "I can say the same about yourself."

Of course I looked amazing. I was the greatest actor of our generation. I'll admit though, I did change for tonight. Not like I saw this as a date or anything, but just to be more… Mackenzie, I suppose. "Thanks," I said flatly. "We both dressed up…"

"Yeah," her lips started forming my favorite, annoyingly sweet smile. "I just wanted to look nice."

"For our date?" I chuckled as her smile formed into my other favorite emotion: her too-innocent-to-look-threatening scowl.

By now she had realized I was joking, but wasn't going to let it go. "It's not a date."

"For a Random, you don't take comedy very well," I smirked.

She just stared at me with a displeased look on her face. "That wasn't comedy. That was a person miserably failing at telling a joke."

"Psh… it wasn't a joke per say. It was more of a… sarcastic remark."

"Drama-pants," she muttered.

"Let's be mature about this," I replied to the remark calmly. "You have to remember that I offered to do this. Don't think of it as a date. Just two actors working together."

"Fine," she was still scowling.

"Fine."

"Good."

"Good, we agree on something. Now follow me."

I led her to the Mackenzie Falls set and stopped at a door that I unlocked by quickly jabbing in my unique, simple 15-digit code.

"Ladies first," I grinned, while opening the door for her.

Again, she smiled my favorite smile and walked through the door. "Thank you…" she said, obviously feeling a little awkward, but that didn't tone down her smile. That girl smiled like it was her job. But hey, that's what made her my Sonny.

Wait. MY Sonny? Ah, sorry. Surely that was a mistake, a simple slip of the tongue.

I walked in behind her.

We were now in my private parking lot, all my 19 beautiful, glossy cars lined up in numerous rows. What? Did you really think that I would park where the PUBLIC parks? Ha, that's funny.

I think my favorite at the moment was the newest to my collection, Lamborghini Reventon. Just bought it last week, for a good price too (it was only 1,600,000 dollars, but it was still my favorite). It was probably my favorite because it was my fastest car in my collection: get up to 60 mph in approximately 3.3 seconds, and its highest speed was 211 mph. Yep, Brenda was definitely a beauty.

After admiring Brenda, I looked at Sonny. "What are you waiting for?"

"What do you mean?" she asked puzzled.

"Pick one," I gestured at my collection of cars. "It'll be yours for the night. Think of it as me being your own personal chauffer tonight." I wrinkled my nose at the idea of being an actual chauffer, but hey, as long as Little Miss Sunshine was at the Falls, it was the least I could do.

"Oh," she said, smiling. It was rather annoying really, but you had to admit it was still sweet. She pointed to my cute yellow Porsche. "How about that one?"

"Rachel is very gentle by the way," I warned her.

"Rachel?" she looked at me with disbelief.

I shrugged. "It was a name on my mind that day."

"So how about her?" she asked again.

"Done," I grinned.

I walked over to the nearby rack of keys and picked up the set for my Porsche and unlocked it. I walked over to the other side of my car and opened the door for Sonny, who was walking right behind me. "After you, m'lady," I went for the 'charming' look (not that I didn't always look charming in the first place).

Sonny was obviously surprised at my hospitality. "You're being very mature about this."

"You underestimate me," I replied shortly.

I closed Sonny's car door, then took my place. We got out of the parking lot (after I punched in my unique, simple 18 digit code… yup it takes two codes to get in. Extra secure.) and started driving. Everything was pretty good and silent… until we got to the highway.

"Chad!" Sonny was freaking out for some pointless reason. "You're going over 90 miles an hour!"

I scoffed. "So it's a few miles over the speed limit…"

"Few miles?" her voice was full of panic. "We can crash! Or you can get a ticket! Or –"

I interrupted her, "C'mon Sonny. Just trust me here. I've never gotten a ticket. I've never crashed. It'll all be fine."

"BUT -"

"But nothing," I said calmly. "Don't even pay attention to it. Make small talk with me. Turn on the radio. Make yourself at home." I glanced at her just to see the color of her face was completely drained, now a fearful ghostly shade of white. I sighed and took her hand, holding it in mine. "If it means THAT much to you, I'll slow down to 85."

Her hand froze at first, but after a few short moments, I could feel her warming up as she replied gratefully, "Thanks." She watched as our fingers intertwined and bit her lip awkwardly. On the bright side, the color was returning to her face. "Thanks," she said again.

I coughed, "Just trying to make you comfortable."

She hesitated before continuing. "Well, it's working."

I grinned at myself.

Wow. I can't believe you think that. The whole holding hands thing was to calm her down, NOT because I wanted to. I mean, do you think that I could drive with a too-paranoid brunette in the car? Get real. I'll admit that it was nice. Yeah, it was nice. I guess. In my defense, I know that holding hands just naturally gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling on the inside. So holding hands with Sonny wasn't any different than holding hands with my five-year-old cousin, or when you really go back to when I was little and I had to hold hands with my mom when we crossed the street.

No big deal.

"So why do you have so many cars?" she questioned me as she used the hand I wasn't holding to turn on the radio and search for a decent station.

"I like to collect them," I said. "They serve a bigger purpose too. I mean, with so many different cars, the paparazzi can't spot me as easily."

"That makes sense," she replied, settling for one station currently playing a Ke$ha song.

Due to her calmness, I decided to ask her if she was feeling comfortable enough yet. "Are you comfortable yet?"

She scoffed as if it were obvious. "Of course not. We're still going well above the speed limit."

"I hate driving this slow," I muttered.

"On what planet is this slow?" she accused me of going fast. It was only 86 mph. Surely she'd understand by now. How long has it been? A year? Yeah. About a year in Hollywood. You'd think that she'd be grateful that I'm being reasonable about the speed.

After listening to her lecture about my 'ridiculously insane driving', and her squeezing my hand every time I'd accelerate, we finally got off the highway where now I had to go REALLY slow (though Sonny still criticized me).

"At least I can breathe now," she said while pretending to gasp for precious air.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny, Munroe," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

She looked out the window and raised her eyebrow. "What are we going to eat tonight?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

"This is the richer side of town," she noticed.

"Yes…"

We finally got to the restaurant, which was my favorite place to eat: it had the best sushi. It was ranked the second best restaurant in the country, and third in the world. It was no mystery as to why it had been ranked this, or why it was so expensive. Though this wasn't Japanese, they also had legendary sundaes (about 16,000 dollars) that you ate with a gold spoon that had actual diamonds in it. And you got to keep the spoon. I had about five of those at home. In a hurry to get the food, I parked in a handicapped space.

"Chad!" Sonny yelled at me in disagreement as to where I should park, but I didn't listen to her.

"It'll be REALLY quick. Just stay here," I said while getting out of the car.

"Fine."

There was a large line that went out the door, but I just ignored it and went to the front. I had been told to do that in the first place. When I got there, the person in charge simply handed me a large gold box with a simple silver bow and ribbon on top, knowing that it held my usual order of sushi. I quickly thanked the man and quietly left before anyone could recognize me.

I opened the door to my car. "Hold this please," I handed the box to Sonny then got in and started driving again.

"This is our dinner…?" she questioned me.

"Yep, hope you like sushi. Have you ever been here?"

"I love sushi… but no, I've never been here. I've heard of this place though."

"It's my favorite restaurant."

"I didn't know that they did take-out."

"They don't. I just pulled a few strings," I grinned to myself.

"Oh."

I got back on the highway and started driving, back to our regular state: me driving and Sonny being a critic.

"You're INSANE," she said.

I chuckled to myself, "You'll be used to it once we're married."

"We're not getting married," she attempted to make her voice sound dark.

"And we'll have ten kids!" I said with fake enthusiasm.

"Ew, no!" she wrinkled her nose. "How about just four?"

"Four. Fine then. I wouldn't mind four mini-me's running around the house. And I want two to be named after me," I grinned at the thought.

"Dramapants and Jerkface Junior?" her face showed the disgust she felt with my idea. "That's cruel."

"Dramapants. Really, Sonny? Really?" I raised an eyebrow.

She shrugged. "How about Dylan? And like… Chaz? That's close enough to 'Chad'."

I thought about it for a minute, then decided that it wasn't a bad idea. "Okay then. Dylan and Chaz."

"Yeah," she smiled.

"So what about the other two boys?"

"What if we have two GIRLS?" she asked. "I like the names Holly. And Alice."

"Fair enough," I chuckled. "Holly, Dylan, Chaz, and Alice…"

"Yup," she smiled triumphantly. "What if we have twins though?"

I chuckled. "Now you want six kids with me, Sunshine? You can't keep your hands off me! You must really enjoy my -"

"EW!" she interrupted my train of thought. "No need to get graphic. Let's be mature about this."

"I was going to say company," I chucked more now. "What did you think I was going to say?"

She bit her lip and her face flushed a shade of scarlet. She was obviously embarrassed. "Nothing," she said promptly. "Let's go to a new topic."

"Tsk. Tsk. Wow, Sonny," I was grinning as wide as I ever had now. "You have a dirty mind for such an innocent girl like yourself."

"You have a dirtier one," she muttered. "Not my fault I'm a teenager."

I sighed happily. "Yes, I do have a dirtier mind than you. Of course, I'm a teenage boy ruled by my hormones known as Hollywood's Bad Boy. YOU on the other hand still have a dirty mind and are known as America's Angel."

She scoffed. "Shut up."

I was still grinning as I pulled into the driveway of my house.

Sonny's eyes widened. "I thought we were going to your apartment. You have a… house? A Hollywood mansion?"

"All mine," I said. "It's nice, eh?"

"I thought we were going to your apartment though," she repeated, though she was still in awe at the sight of a Hollywood mansion. She looked like a child who just saw candy for the first time.

"Like you would agree," I said. "'Hey, wanna come over to my mansion? I'll have you back by two.' No need to sound like a rapist." I parked in the driveway, considering I was too lazy (and hungry) to put it in the garage, even though it was just in front of me. Either way, we'd have to walk, because the garage and the house were separate. I thought of the garage as my car's own little private place. Rachel (and everyone else) only deserved the best.

I opened her car door as she continued the conversation. "Makes sense I guess. But as far as I know, you don't rape people."

"As far as you know," I mocked her for being unsure about that fact.

It wasn't a long walk, but it was far enough to call it a walk. Sonny and I had some more pointless small-talk, though she supplied most of the conversation. I usually would dominate the conversation by talking about myself, but I was too hungry to. I offered to carry the box of sushi myself, to be polite. Of course, I was only even more tempted.

We finally got to the front door. I reached in my pocket and took out the key, unlocking the door with one hand and opened it once again for Sonny.

This time her mouth dropped. "It's even more spectacular on the inside."

"Lights on," I said. And like magic, the main lights turned on.

Damn, I love technology.

I grinned to myself, being pleased. She was absolutely right though about it being specatular. The mansion opened up to the living room, which was pretty similar to the standard living room of a Hollywood mansion and had the basic necessities. On the right side of the room was a flat screen (85 inches, not much, but it was just enough to comfort me), a couch quite aways from the TV but facing it (in my case it was white), a table in front of the couch (pure crystal), comfy lounge chairs and jumbo beanbags surrounding it to provide more seats, and a furry white rug under in all.

However, it being MY mansion, I decided to throw in some stuff. First of all, like my dressing room and apartment, the walls were painted different shades of blue to compliment my sparkly (according to Sonny) eyes with slight tints of silver. Then, on the left side the near corner, I added a platform where there was a hot tub. There was a mini bar in the far corner. I had a top of the line sound system installed, which was also a decision of mine. Furnishing the room were cute little blue lava lamps, scattered all over the room, along with the two built-in one on either side of the flat screen (the lava lamps were to give off a party vibe… you know? I throw the best parties. Even ask Lohan). And to top it all off, the flooring was white Mackenzie Falls marble.

"Wow," she squeaked again.

"You may think this is amazing," I started. "But I call this home. Four little letters, just like my name. Feel free to make yourself at home too."

I lazily walked over to the couch, placed the box of sushi on the table, and instinctively collapsed on the couch and groaned in pleasure of relaxation. "C'mon Sonny."

She was a little more alert than me, and walked carefully towards me, her high heels clacking onto the marble hesitantly and unevenly. Obviously she was nervous or scared. She sat on the couch, her back straight. "You okay, Chad?"

I got it. She just wasn't used to me being like this. But I was at home now, so I could be getting comfortable. "Yes… of course I am. You on the other hand look like you're going to have a heart attack. You okay?"

She nodded as she leaned over and opened the box of sushi. "Just hungry."

"Me too," I chuckled while grabbing a small bite-sized California roll and placing it near her mouth. "Ladies first."

She opened her mouth and I pushed it in. "Mm, this is good," she said after swallowing.

"See?" I said while chewing on one. "It IS good. Haha, want me to feed you more? We keep this up, we can be Hollywood's next hottest couple."

"I'm perfectly capable of feeding myself, Chad," she rolled her eyes while she grabbed another roll.

I chuckled. "You really don't take comedy well."

After we both had our fill and the box was empty, Sonny looked on the crystal table where the script was. "There's only one script," she noticed.

"Damn it…" I said. "I forgot to get an extra. We'll have to share then." I smiled awkwardly.

"Oh," she said. "Well that's okay."

See how good an actor I am? She fell for it. The truth? I purposely didn't get another copy. I don't know why I didn't, maybe it was just me being lazy. Probably was.

Whatever my genius mind was thinking, it was NOT because I liked Sonny. Because for starters, I didn't like Sonny. Second of all, she's a Random. And lastly, I didn't like Sonny. (Yes, I know I said that twice. That just shows how much I don't like her.)

She grabbed the script and moved closely to me (she was practically on my lap, but hey, I'm not complaining), than handed the script to me.

"So as you already know, the script has been rewritten for a brunette. So you're playing a shy, sweet, British brunette," I said as an overview. "You can do a British accent, right?"

"Of course, I can Chad," Sonny scoffed, then showed it to me. It wasn't bad at all.

"Okay, good," I said, scanning the script. "Let's start where you meet me for the first time. Page 16."

"Sweet. Ready when you are," she smiled again.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm ALWAYS ready Sonny." She scowled at me, then stopped as I started reading the script.

"Hey sweetheart, what's your name?" I read from the script.

Replying in her sweet little British accent, she stuttered, "A-A-Amelia. Amelia Edwards." She smiled at me as she went on. "I already know you. You're Mackenzie."

"Correct," I grinned. "So you're new here?"

"Foreign exchange student," she explained. "Minus the exchange part. It's difficult. We are just here temporary… we think. I like it here so far though. I might want to stay."

"Who is we?" I questioned.

"Oh, me, my mum, and my half-sister. You know her. Penelope…?"

"Oh yes. Penelope."

"Yes," she said carefully. "We're nothing alike though."

"Nothing," I agreed.

"She's actually pretty," she sighed.

I chuckled, "I was referring to the fact that you're actually human. If anything, you're twice as pretty as she is."

"Aw, how sweet you are," she put her hand on my cheek, then pulled away as the script said.

"Sh… Don't tell her I told you that. We're kind of going out."

Her voice dropped. "Oh. Well you don't seem too happy with the relationship."

"You know Penelope."

She agreed. "Yes… she can be… a handful."

I licked my lips. "Well, we'll have to study together or something. I'm a straight A student."

"We should," she started smiling again, even though she was 'Amelia Edwards', her smile said 'Sonny Munroe'. "I have an A- in History. Maybe you can help?"

"Sure," I agreed quickly. I glanced down at the script and noticed it was the end of the scene, so I said, "Scene," to signal it. "You're pretty good Munroe. Good for someone who works at Chuckle City."

"And you're good too, Cooper," she said. "For the greatest actor of our generation."

"You admitted it!" I said quickly. "You can't take it back now."

She sighed. "So what do you want to rehearse next?"

"Page 27," I said promptly.

She groaned. "That's what page the kiss is on. Can't we do it later?"

"I'd rather get the… kiss… over with," I said carefully.

"Fine," she pouted.

"And to get in the mood, dim lights," I said. I could see Little Miss Sunshine scowling at me in the slight darkness.

I figured that it'd be for the best. She started reciting from the script, "But Mackenzie!"

"You know it's right," I said.

"It's all wrong!" she wailed in her British accent. "I can't do it! She's my half-sister."

"Betray her for all I care. Devon is my half-brother and he's been fighting for my company since forever!" I said dramatically. It was a drama show after all. "You know you're in love with me as much as I am with you!"

"But -"

"Sh," I put my finger over her lips. "This will change your mind."

I closed my eyes as I leaned closer to her, my lips inching towards her carefully and slowly, savoring the moment. I was getting closer… and closer…

And closer…

Almost there…

And then…

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So this is the rewritten version! Which was a lot longer than the original, but oh well. I'm pretty proud of this rewrite. I think it's an improvement for the original, and I still kept it true to the storyline. I should rewrite all my stories… but that'd take too much time. Bleh.

Anyways, thanks for reading! *hands out cookies to my awesome readers* :D

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