"Morning Sonshine!" a voice sang into Sonny's ears.

Who was bugging her at such an ungodly hour? "Go away!" she moaned and rolled over. Maybe if she squeezed her eyes shut tight enough the person would go away.

"Now, is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?" A shoe tapped impatiently. "Come on, get up! I brought you breakfast," the voice started to sound annoyed, but with a hint of hope.

Wait. Boyfriend?! Chad's not my boyfriend! Sonny panicked. Oh. Wait. Damn.

She shot up from bed with a cheesy smile plastered on her face. "Hello there...." she struggled to come up with a loveydovey nickname to call him that didn't make her feel all uncomfortable inside. "Sn...snuggle...muffin?" She tried.

He gave her an uncertain smile and handed her a tray with pancakes piled high. "Here, I, uh, got these from the kitchen..." he mumbled.

"They're not serving pancakes today..." she looked at him suspiciously. She sniffed them. "These are homemade!" she gasped, shocked. "Since when do you cook?!"

He slid his hands into his pockets. "I had a friend help," he admitted. His sheepish look suddenly turned to a grin. "Aren't I the best?"

She rolled her eyes and set the pancakes on the bedside table. "Just go! I'll be ready in five minutes,"

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"Heyyy, Chadikins!" Sonny burst onto the set of Mackenzie Falls with a huge smile on her face, flowers in one hand and a cup of froyo with two spoons in the other. Portlyn, along with the most of the cast of Mackenzie Falls turned to stare at her in disbelief.

"Sonny! What are you doing?" Chad walked as quickly as possible to meet her, his cheeks turning red. \

"I brought you froyo, in your favorite flavor!" Sonny smiled and handed it to him. He took the froyo and led her into the prop room. "What's going on?" she asked, confused.

"This is a contest to see who can last in love with the other person, not if you can annoy the hell out of me!" Chad hissed. She searched his cold, blue eyes. There seemed to be no trace left of the Chad she had kissed at the water-fountain the night before.

She tore her eyes away and retaliated. "Excuse me, Mr. Pancake Man, I didn't know people in love couldn't do nice things for each other," she snapped.

He took a bite of froyo and reconsidered. She was right. "Fine, just don't interrupt me while I'm acting. I don't know about you randoms, but we spend a lot of time and effort perfecting our acting skills so that our show is number one," he looked pointedly at her.

"Fine." she shot back.

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Are we good?"

"Oh, we are so good." Chad stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

Sonny looked down. "I love it when we do that," she admitted quietly.

He did too, but he didn't want to admit that. "Yeah, well, it's our thing," he decided.

Sonny raised her eyebrows. "So now we have a thing?" There was a hint of a smile playing at her lips, but just in case he was kidding, she didn't want to show any kind of emotional reaction. The thought of having a thing with him was making her heart beat faster. So what? It's not like Chad actually likes me, or anything, she scolded herself.

"Sure. We need all those little coupley things," Chad mumbled, then looked her straight in the eyes. "Right?"

Sonny's heart sped up. "Uh, yeah," she stammered. "So, um, are we going out for dinner or something?"

This took him by surprise. "Dinner?"

Oh, god, this wasn't part of the bet, was it? Crap, why did I suggest it? Sonny bit her lip. "Well, I mean, don't couples do that? Or has Chad Dylan Cooper never been on a date?" She covered up quickly.

Chad smirked. "I'm usually the one who asks the girl out, Sonny," He wasn't used to not being in control. "So I'll pick you up at seven, then," he decided.

Sonny grinned smugly. She knew that after a night with her, he wouldn't be able to stand her perky, overly happy demeanor. "It's a date."