"Sonny, WHAT are you wearing?!" Tawni rushed towards her friend and gasped.

Sonny gave her a look from her spot on the couch and simply flipped to another channel. Tawni paused. "Um, isn't this the part where you say something like, 'Tawni, I know I look dumb but and you're so pretty, I think you should help me dress'?"

Sonny rolled her eyes. "I don't say that," she told her, without looking up.

Tawni sat gingerly on the arm of the sofa. "What's wrong with you? You're usually so annoyingly perky," she asked uncertainly. There goes that caring thing again, she thought.

"I'm fine, just kinda tired," Sonny mumbled. Tired of drama snobs who are full of shit, she added silently.

"Well, I'd be kinda irritated after a date with Chad, too," Tawni continued, ignoring Sonny's pathetic excuse. "I mean, Chad Dylan Cooper. Seriously, what were you thinking?" she snorted.

"I honestly don't know," Sonny answered.

"Well....what happened?" Tawni scooted closer to Sonny eagerly.

"He was the jerk I always knew he was," Sonny said, pushing her hair behind her ears.

"We always knew that, though. He must have done something really bad," Tawni put her hand on Sonny's arm with exaggerated sympathy. "What was it?"

Sonny glanced at her. "I thought....he wasn't such a bad person, but then he told me it was all fake," she tried to explain. Tawni would totally freak out if she told her the truth.

"I don't get it. Wasn't it a fake date to begin with?" Tawni asked.

"Well... I just...he seemed...like maybe...we were friends," she avoided Tawni's questioning eyes. "And then he said we weren't...and the way he said it, was just so...." Sonny struggled with the right word. "Chad." Her voice broke.

Tawni's eyes lit up knowingly. "Well, he's obviously not going to admit that he likes you, I mean, what did you think he was gonna do?"

"Yeah I know, but I at least--" Sonny stopped. "What? No! He doesn't like me!"

Tawni gave her a doubtful look. "Yeah, I think he does. And you do too. You should go talk to him," she nudged Sonny playfully.

Sonny thought this over. It wasn't possible- they hated each other's guts. "Tawni, you don't understand. He's an awful person, he does awful things and he thinks the whole world revolves around him and he doesn't care about anyone else--"

Tawni cut her off. "Except you."

Sonny took a deep breath. "Look, Tawni, you're crazy." Sonny got up so that she wouldn't have to take any more nagging from Tawni.

"Just talk to him. What do you have to lose?" Tawni called from behind her.

Sonny hated to admit it, but sometimes Tawni was right. Damn. I have to guest star on his stupid show sometime anyway, I might as well talk to him so we can get over this stupid fight so it's any more awful than it has to be, she decided. "Fine. If I'm not back in fifteen minutes, call the National Guard," she called back.

Sonny marched determinedly over to the door and swung it open. "OUCH!" she heard a screech from the other side of the door.

"Oh my god, Nico, are you okay?" Sonny rushed over to her cast mate, who was now sprawled on the floor, holding his knee.

He groaned. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, it's cool, Sonny," he chuckled. Sonny was about to reply when a magazine on the floor caught her eye. Chad's face, along with another famous face she had idolized for a long time were plastered across the cover.

"What's this?" she asked and picked it up. "Chad and his dad are doing a movie together," Nico explained. "That's--"

"Peter St. Markus, I know," Sonny finished. He was a famous producer that all the good actors and actresses had worked with. It was her dream to star in one of his movies. "Wait, did you say Chad's dad?"

"Yeah. This is their first movie together, though," Nico waved absentmindedly. "Hey, I smell burritos, I'll catch you later," he headed down the hallway.

Sonny flipped through the magazine until she came to the article about the new movie. 'Yeah, my dad and I are really close. I'm excited to finally star in one of his movies, Cooper told Us Weekly, Sonny read to herself. She thought back to their date last night. 'I wore the baseball cap that my Dad had gotten me before he moved out...' he had said. But...Chad's dad didn't abandon him. He was a producer! Sonny threw the magazine on the ground. "That liar," she muttered under her breath, and raced down the hallway.

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Meanwhile, Chad was having his face powdered for the next shooting of Mackenzie Falls. He glanced down at the script in his lap, but couldn't focus on his lines. After his fight with Sonny yesterday, he hadn't been able to get her words out of his head. She was disgusted with him. He regretted saying what he did, but hey, they were true. Who cares if a random hates him? At least she won't bug you now, he tried to convince himself.

"What's wrong, Cooper?" Portlyn pranced over to his seat. "I thought the shoot went really well."

"Nothing, nothing," Chad waved her away.

"Is this about your fight with Sonny yesterday?" Portlyn pried.

Chad looked up at her. "How do you know about that?"

"Oh, well, Jeff overheard you and told Kara who told Diana who told Kevin who told Sandra who told Wes who told me!" she smiled happily. "I don't know why you're so upset, though."

Chad groaned. "Whatever. Chad Dylan Cooper can do whatever he wants, Portlyn," he turned away from her and tried to focus again on his script.

"Including push away the girl he is attracted to," Portlyn sing songed.

He stared at her menacingly. "I'm not attracted to Sonny Munroe. That's just ridiculous."

"Oh, I know it is. But it's also true. You should apologize to her, you know," she told him matter-of-factly.

"Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't apologize," he spat at her.

"Chad, this isn't just any girl," she pointed out. "And besides, she's going to guest star on the Falls. And if you don't fix things with her, she's going to lower our ratings," she sang into his ear.

He pondered this for a moment. He couldn't let the fate of his show be doomed because of a stupid random. He had to fix things. "You know what? I should fix things so that our show doesn't suffer!" he sprang up.

Portlyn raised her eyebrows, and decided it wasn't worth it to point out that it was her idea. "Yeah. You go do that,"

Chad waved the makeup people out of his face and ran out the door.

The story is moving slowly, I know. Don't worry, I'll try to speed it up ;) review! read! all that jazz!