DO I love Chad? I stared at all of them with a blank face. What should I answer? Should I lie and say no? Should I say yes and have everything and everyone freak out? Do they have a hidden camera, waiting for my answer so they could show Chad? I sighed, running my hand through my hair.

"My answer…will become clear at the premiere of Magical Community." I stared into each pair of eyes.

"Sonny, we need the answer now. Not in two months." Tawni explained.

"Why?! So you could blackmail me or something? Are you pulling a HSM move where you hide the camera so the other person sees my real feelings?! God damn it! These are my feelings and you shouldn't be so involved in how much I love him!" I caught myself at the end. "Or don't!" There was no hesitation or pause in between the do and don't so they had not noticed my slip-up.

Nico looked at Grady who looked at Zora who glanced at Tawni who's jaw had dropped from my outburst.

"Sonny…I'm shocked. You never yell like that- you never really yell, actually." Grady pointed out.

"I told you I changed." I left the room, heading to the commissary where it was now filled with its ordinary tables and people.

I filled up a cup of yogurt and turned around to bump into someone. Luckily, they didn't get yogurt on them. "Oh, I'm sorry."

"Me, too. My fault." He held out a napkin and I looked at my shirt. The yogurt got on me. Not a lot but enough to stain.

I took the napkin. "No, it's my fault. Wasn't watching where I was going." I wiped my shirt and then threw out the napkin. "I'm Sonny."

The boy held his hand out. "Carlisle Dustin Converse."

I shook his hand, holding in my laughter. This guy looked extremely similar to Chad. His hairstyle was the same only brown and it looked like a wig. (hint, hint) His eyes were a type of green but I could tell he was wearing colored contacts. (hint, hint) When you work in the movie business long enough, you know what a disguise is. He was just as tall as Chad and he had the same initials as him. CDC. (hint, hint)

I played it cool. "Why haven't I seen you around before?"

"I'm guest starring on Mackenzie Falls." He let my hand go slowly, like he didn't want to.

"Oh, right, Mackenzie Falls. I forgot; who plays Mackenzie?" I set the cup down and crossed my arms, looking curious.

His smile wavered a bit. It was definitely Chad's smile. "Chad Dylan Cooper."

"Oh yeah!" I scrunched up my nose. "Yeah, he can't act."

"Chad Dylan Cooper can too act!" His voice changed from what it was to Chad's.

I smiled. "What's with the disguise, Chad?"

He looked shocked and disappointed. "How'd you know it was me?"

"Smile's the same, same initials, I can see the blue in your eyes, your hair is showing through the wig and I can just tell who my friend is." I laughed. "If you were trying to fool anyone else, you would have but I know you. And come on; Carlisle Dustin Converse? I know EXACTLY where you got those names from."

"Oh yeah? How?" He crossed his arms, doubting me jokingly.

"Carlisle- Twilight. Converse- the shoes you're wearing as well as me. Dustin- your birth father's name." I whispered the last sentence since there were people around us.

He rolled his eyes. "Okay, you win."

I chuckled. "But, seriously, why are you dressed like this?"

He sighed, obviously annoyed. "My cast made me. They wanted to see if you would either A) recognize me or B) flirt with me without realizing that I'm myself and not the other CDC."

I looked at the top button of his shirt to see it was different than the rest. "Button camera…nice." I nodded, appreciating their cleverness.

"Yeah, and now they know their answer- whatever that is…" He took the wig off and tried to fix his hair blindly.

"If the camera worked…" I smiled, chuckling at his confused expression. "When I bumped into you, I pulled the cord, shutting it down. They didn't see anything."

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"What the hell happened?" Portlyn hit the TV with her hand.

"It shut off!" Another M.F. actor told her.

"It must have been disconnected." Frankie, another actor suggested.

"What the hell are they talking about? Are they talking? What's going on?" Portlyn threw questions around quickly, mostly asking no one rather than anyone.

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"They're most likely freaking out about not knowing what's happening." Chad laughed, still trying to fix his hair.

We had been walking while talking and we were in the hallway. "Here, let me help." I offered.

I reached over and fixed his hair for him. I put my hands back at my sides, realizing how close we were to one another. Chad must have noticed too because he gulped, not loudly but noticeably. It wasn't awkward. It wasn't uncomfortable. It wasn't unpleasant. It was nice, peaceful, soothing silence.

The next thing I knew, Chad's lips were on mine. His hand was cupping my cheek and his other hand was holding my waist, arm around. My arms wound themselves around his neck. I kissed him just as passionately as he did to me. Our lips, moving in sync, molded together to an unheard of/unspoken rhythm.

We had to breathe so we broke apart, not moving away from one another. We were practically panting.

"You were right," He murmured. Seeing my confused face, he elaborated. "They did have a camera with a live feed to me."

I chuckled. "I figured."

"So you really love me?" He asked, uncertain.

I froze. "Where did you hear that?" I asked warily.

"You hesitated in your little outburst when you said that no one should be so involved in your feelings to know that you love me or don't. You hesitated when you said don't. Barely detectable but I heard."

I smiled, relaxing. Of course he would hear me say it. "Yeah, I- I do, Chad."

He kissed me softly on the lips once more. "Love you too." He whispered against my lips.

"Finally!" Everyone shouted around us. They were all hiding behind a corner.

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It's been a year since then and now Chad and I have given in to the rumors of Channy, adding to all of the gossip with our PDAs.

Not only are we an acting couple but also a musical couple. We both act and just a couple months ago, he took over for Kevin since he quit and tried to go solo. He said we were a horrible band and that we had no taste in music so he quit. We have over 6,000,000 MORE fans since Chad joined and Kevin has 2. That's it. Just 2. Him and his drummer.

He tried to join again but we had declined. The gossip lasted about two weeks, thinking it would be a type of situation where a member would leave, come back, leave, and come back again. Since it wasn't, they left the matter alone. And Chad can really sing too!

Magical Community won dozens awards for many things. Academy Awards, Best Soundtrack, Best supporting Actor, Best Lead Male, Best Female Lead, etc, etc. The list seemed endless. Chad and I had to go up and accept awards so many times.

The movie had been released on DVD and Blue-Ray a while ago and Chad and I each got a copy.

In my room, I had moved the old Drenched poster to my closet wall- hidden behind a tall shelf- and replaced it with the new one with Chad. I even added the poster for Magical Community. It seemed so bad and you could tell it was portrayed as an adult film.

Between Chad and I, there's been minimal arguing unless it was the occasional bickering that turned into a make-out session.

Natalie, my evil cousin, had turned out to be a giant fan of mine, as Chad said, and we made amends. But she does get annoying because now, instead of putting me down, she throws me on the pedestal as much as possible. She tells kids at school we're related and gives them my number and address back in Wisconsin. I've had to change my number so many times that I just got a second phone- Chad conned me into getting one- so they could call that one and I would never answer.

"See? Doesn't having a second make life easier?" Chad had said with a smug smirk.

I had nodded. "Yeah, it does. Oh, uh, Chad, could you call my phone? I can't find it."

He hadn't noticed that I was smirking. Dialing my number, and putting the phone to his ear, he had noticed.

The phone rung once before he heard the message: "You've reached Sonny Monroe. Sorry I can't come to the phone, this isn't the one I use normally. So, your call most likely won't be returned. Leave a message…if you want."

He just narrowed his eyes. "Oh, that's cold." he hung up.

I smiled. "You did the same to me."

"Touché."

Life couldn't get any better…but it could get worse.

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Okay, so there was the chapter. I am truly sad to say that this fanfic is coming to an end. Maybe one or two chapters. I might make a sequel, I might not. I truly have no idea.

That's where you come in.

"Me?"

Yes, you. Go to my profile page and-

"Well, what's your name? I need to find it…"

You're- You're kidding, right?

"…no…"

Amy-Katherine914. Now, go to my profile and go to my poll.

"Your pole? Is there something you're not telling me?"

No! My poll! My ballot, my survey! Anyway, go there and choose from these answers:-

"What answers? I don't see any…"

*frustrated face and slight growl* I'm going to list them.

"Ooh!" *nothing happens* "Aren't you going to list them?"

*Hides rifle* Yeah, I just wanted to get rid of a pest first…But I'll list them.

Either I make a sequel about:

A) Chad and Sonny having relationship trouble

B) Life with the other casts dealing with "Channy"

C) Ten to twelve years in the future about everyone's relationships past the shows and such

Or D) Do a prequel that has all the episodes in my new version/twist. Basically, what I was doing before I made my own story…

So, tell me what you want and I'll do it. Now, to get rid of the pest…

"Eep!" *runs away*

Easy as Pi.