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A/N: I'm going to New York for a couple months in 7 days! That's why I'm trying to get a last few chapies in! Review :)

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Summary: High school nobody, Sonny Munroe has fallen deeply in love with the most popular guy, Chad Dylan Cooper. She comes across a magic lamp, and inside there is a Genie who vows to grant any 3 wishes she chooses. Wish One; She wishes to be the most popular girl, so Chad will notice her. But will the popularity get to her head, and will she lose all she ever wanted during the process?

Disclaimer: Do I own Sonny With A Chance? Obviously if I did, the show would still be on...

Chapter 8~ My Best Friend~

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Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick! Tock!

I glance uneasily at the ticking clock for the second time that period, and settle for the release of an exasperated moan.

Are you kidding me? The needle only moved one simple stroke to the left since the last time I saw!

It's the clock mocking me. I envision it budding eyes and a mouth. Ha-ha! We can keep the time like this forever and you'll never escape! Muhahaha!

A slight smile tugs at the crooks of my lips. Oh Sonny, you kidder.

I find a whole new definition for the term torture in Mr. Bender's English class.

"Unexpurgated. Anyone? Anyone, at all? Anyone? It meaning unabridged, or not shortened." He chirps, in his broken record of a voice.

"Yo Sonny." Johnny Eagle whispers, from the next row of desks over. My eye shoots to Mr. Bender, whose head seems to lull forward and back in a sleeping mode.

I take the opportunity to throw a glimpse over towards Johnny. He inclines his body ever so nearer to mine.

"So listen," He purrs, "I wanna have this party so I can maybe grow a little on the social latter, but I know this party wouldn't be anything if you weren't there...And I was kinda wondering if . . .Well-''

I grin, now aware of what he is going to request of me. I abruptly cut off his hesitant words putting my hand softly on his. "You want me to go to the party so everyone else will come. I know what you wanted to ask and Johnny, don't worry about it because I would be honored to come. But I don't know why you're so worried, anyone would be lucky to go to your party!"

A smile adequate for a king slips upon his face. "Thanks Sonny."

I offer him a curt nod, turning back towards the lesson. I noticed Marcus observing the entire conversation and once I rotate back around, a face of pure proudness consumes his face and he smiles at me.

That's more like it, I meditate, a huge glimmer of happiness covering my face.

Everyone knows Johnny isn't a very popular kid but why shouldn't he be? He's such a sweet guy and he deserves a lot of friends. If my dream came true, why can't everyone else's too?

To my heart's seamless desire, the bell finally sounds throughout these walls and everyone is on their feet, hastily parting from the class.

I make sluggish efforts to pick up my books. My body shudders with shock as someone places a hand upon my shoulder.

I hurl myself around to see Marcus standing, with a very uncomfortable look in his eyes.

"Uhm. . .Hi." He mumbles, his eyes trained to his shoes.

A smirk takes over my face. "Hello."

He opens his mouth to issue something but it deliberately fastens again.

His eyes bolt on mine sincerely and there is a pleading, imploring aspect to them.

"Look Sonny I saw . . . what you did for Johnny and I mean...You waved to me this morning and so-'' He splutters, looking unsure, and hesitant.

"Marcus. Everything's okay." I speak, a grin spreading across my face.

Relief fills his body as he finally intakes the big breath he'd been holding back.

"Uhm . . . Now that we're talking again, what happened I mean...between us." I whisper, my eyes clenched tightly, in horror of what he is about to say.

"I'd like to ask the same question . . ." He mumbles, his eyes stuck back to his shoes.

My eyes sprout upward to meet his. "Don't you know?"

He shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders a tad. "I mean . . . You just started getting really weird and then one day you just never talked to me again and stopped being my friend."

My heart aches to know the truth of how I've been treating my friends. Like crap that's how.

"Marcus . . . I am so sorry. I never meant for that to happen!" I exclaim, tears pooling in my eyes.

He releases a shallow laugh, looking judgingly up at me. "You didn't? Well that seems hard to believe considering you did it."

My eyes lower themselves, as I try and find my voice to speak. "I swear to you, I never wanted to stop being friends! I didn't even know I was ignoring you!"

He cocks his head in a confused manner. "What are you talking about? How can you still wanna be friends but stop being friends, while you didn't know you were even doing it?"

I giggle at how jumbled it sounds. A crooked smile appears at the corner of his mouth.

"It's really hard to explain but I'm telling the truth I swear!" I watch him keenly, praying he will trust in me.

He gazes back at me doubtfully. "You say it's hard to explain right?"

"Yeah, what about it? What's your point?"

He exhales, shaking his head at me with a playful smirk. "Oh, Sonny."

"What?" I beam, pushing him lightheartedly.

He shoves me back softly. "Why don't you try and explain it to me, silly!"

A wide smile fills my face, as I clutch his hand and jerk him forwards. "C'mon!"