While I suppose it goes without saying (and it's a bit too late to do so), I do not own Sonny with a Chance or any of the characters in it, nor (unfortunately) do I own any of the songs or artists I mention in this story.

Chad

I didn't know how long we'd been kissing, nor when exactly the music turned off. The volume of the rain outside seemed to be increasing the more passionate we became, or maybe it was the other way around. There wasn't a lot of space between us when Sonny's phone rang, and she pulled away panting.

"It's Tawni," she whispered.

Normally, I would have suggested Sonny chuck it out the window, or would have done it myself. But for some reason, I was as intrigued as Sonny seemed about Tawni's recent behavior.

"Go ahead," I breathed, wondering why we were being so quiet.

Sonny nodded and pressed a button on her phone, putting it to her ear. "Hello?…yeah. No, you're fine." She shrank back into her seat. "What's up—yeah, I saw it…"

Sonny locked eyes with me, a suspicious look on her face. "Wait…what?" She was on the brink of furious tears, wrinkling her nose the way it always did when it stung from crying. "But…why?"

I heard frantic gibbering on the other end, and then a beep, and Sonny held the now silent phone to her ear a few seconds before she threw it angrily at the back seat with a cry of rage. My shock-widened eyes then took in Sonny pressing her hands exasperatedly to her face.

"S-Sonny?" I asked tentatively, extending a hand to touch her shoulder, and relieved when she simply looked up at me rather than attacking. "Uh…hey…what's the matter? Honey?"

"She took the picture! The one of me on the cover of that magazine. And…" She got up out of her seat and started looking around the car frantically. "She said she took more, for the same magazine…worse ones…do you have it still?"

"No, but I can look up the magazine's site on my phone, hang on…" Instead of getting the actual site, Google pulled up a whole bunch of blogs and junk saying how they knew it was "only a matter of time"…and when I clicked Images…

"Media sickens me!" I found myself shouting for the first time in my life, noticing this had shocked Sonny as well. "Tawni did this?"

"Yeah…she said something about being extremely sorry and seeing how much you and I like each other, even though everyone's trying to tear us apart and exploit us, and that she hadn't expected me to actually be okay with her dating Skyler. She also said she'd call my mom and tell her the photos were fake." Sonny took a deep breath and exhaled. "I guess that was kinda harsh, throwing my phone like that. I should give her an apology…"

"Really, Sonny? You're going to apologize for getting mad at an apology." I watched her blush, taking her red cheeks into my hands. "Cutie."

She sighed and went even pinker as we picked up where we had left off, our lips remembering exactly how it was supposed to happen.

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I read over the lines with strong disinterest. We had just finished an episode, why did we need to start the next one so early? My eyes flicked up off my script and settled on Sonny, who was simultaneously sipping her smoothie and texting on the other side of the café table. Her eyes met mine again, and she rolled them.

"Chad, keep reading. Fifteen more minutes. You can do this! If it helps, I could just stroll on down to the prop house and leave you alone…"

I tried not to laugh. This was totally an empty threat; not only did Sonny love sitting here poking fun at my lack of an attention span, but she wasn't really in any mood to run into Tawni. "No, stay. It's only fifteen minutes, you said it yourself."

She frowned, looking at the low level of her smoothie. "Actually, though…I was thinking of going…"

"You know what?" I said enthusiastically, throwing my script down on the round tabletop, "We should go. We should see a movie or something, you know?"

"No, I meant…going…to my mom's place."

I stared blankly at her.

"Sonny…"

"Chad, I feel miserable! She thinks I'm this horrible kid and the fact I keep avoiding her—"

"She's avoiding you!" I interjected. Curse this girl's conscience!

"I know. But I really, really need to tell her I'm sorry. It's not entirely her fault we're not on speaking terms anymore."

I wanted to shout some sense back into her, but eyes flicking back and forth between the two of us stopped me from doing anything rash. I had two options: read a boring script for fifteen minutes, or go quietly and take Sonny to her mom's.

She's lucky I love her.