Disclaimer:

My sister: Guess what?

Me: What?

My sister: I have Miley Cyrus tied up in the basement

Me: Oh no –she's from Hannah Montana!

My sister: Isn't that what you asked for? – To own Hannah Montana

Me: No I asked to own Sonny with a Chance!!

My sister: You're the most annoying sister ever- d'you know that?

Me: Yes

(BTW: I still own nothing, and Please review the Trailer for my other series - Little Miss MatchMaker, it's a sonny with a chance story as well)

Chad's POV:

I glared menacingly at my hair in my dressing room, this week had to be the worst week in the history of weeks in weektania in weekworld – god, I've been spending way too much time with Sonny. My week stunk because Zora's video (yes, apparently her name's Zora) got 4 billion hits! 4 BILLION! Seriously, how do so many people have the time to go on youtube? So now my own cast absolutely hates my guts, I've been called Falls hater, Mackenzie Traitor, So Random! Suck up – all I said was that I want to be friends and bury the Hatchet and all of a sudden I've gone from America's teen heartthrob to social misfit! The worst problem so far is that my hair won't work today – I've already wasted 2 pots of gel on it and I still look like someone whose hair's been attacked with a lawn-mower. And people say I'm lucky. I looked over at the book my cousin had given me – I honestly hate him right now. Then again, I am not going through all of this pain without getting what I want – that being Sonny Monroe. Let's see, I think I'll skip being nice to her friends – I don't need another article in Tween Weekly dedicated to reasons why Chad Dylan Cooper is a mush ball, make her feel special and be mysterious and intriguing. I am Chad freakin' Dylan Cooper – how in hell am I meant to be mysterious when I'm hunted down by press 24/7!?! What do they mean by Mysterious and intriguing – I typed it into Google images and saw loads of guys standing by mega expensive cars, I made a list of what they were wearing: Tight Pants, Leather Jackets, Massive shades, V neck tight tops, White sneakers, all black and they had windswept hair. Thirty Minutes later, after hacking at my hair with a comb I finally managed to get it to a presentable state; slowly, I made my way out of the building – today Chad Dylan Cooper was going for a new look, Mysterious.

1 hour later:

Mother of fucking hell!! I have been ambushed, yes ambushed – by a bunch of fifteen year old girls. Gees I have been bludgeoned with a handbag, and an ugly one too – not that I pay attention to that kind of stuff. I will need to go into severe therapy, seriously when Sonny and I are finally together I will make sure she goes shopping on her own. On the plus side I have managed to buy the perfect kit to make myself look mysterious – apparently it adds to the mysterious effect if you wear white makeup, no I refuse to go that far. I headed off to first aid only to be laughed at by the nurse, what a cruel place the world is today – she said there was nothing wrong with my arm – she refused to get me a bandage even when I turned on the CDC charm! Someone is so getting fired. I hobbled back to my room to get dressed in my 'mystery gear' as I prefer to call it. I personally thought I looked like an extra from Twilight but apparently this is the kind of stuff guys wear to make girls swoon at their feet – I will never understand the female mind. So how do I appear to be mysterious, I'm guessing I don't just march right on to the So Random! Set, call it a hunch. But what DO I do? I could hang around the comissionary – yeah that sounds good, So Random! Have lunch soon. I headed over to the comissionary (still limping of course.) As soon as I walked in everybody started staring at me – they're probably just jealous I thought. I stood by the fro-yo machine waiting for Sonny to walk in, and then she did – shit! She was gorgeous her chocolate brown eyes shone brightly, they made me want to melt and her hair – it really was pretty. Stay cool Chad – NO blushing! I repeat NO BLUSHING! I was blushing anyways – I really should've bought that white makeup. She was walking this way okay Chad, you're Chad Dylan Cooper you can do this – just get some fro-yo…

"Hey Chad" She said, I love that voice if it wasn't considered as creepy I would definitely get it on record. "Uhh hey Sonny" I gabbled "So what brings you here, I mean how was shooting – has the little random broken a bone hopefully."

"Uhh Chad" She said

"Yes?" I coolly replied – leaning on the fro-yo machine.

"You have fro-yo all over your sleeve" She said whilst trying to hold in laughter.

I looked down at the fro-yo machine only to see that my new black shirt was covered in frosty, pink fro-yo. "Shit!" I muttered as I dabbed at it – sending it everywhere "Uh I got to go, nice talking to you Sonny," and I made a break for it.

It's official I Chad Dylan Cooper have gone from Teen heartthrob to social misfit to laughing stock of Condor Studio's – all because of one girl.