Disclaimer: I really don't own Sonny With a Chance.
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Freedom
"I've never been in a convertible before!" Sonny Munroe must yell over the roar of the wind in her ears, but she doesn't mind. She likes it, even if it is the three-named jerk in the driver's seat. Chad Dylan Cooper lets out a laugh.
"I can tell."
"Why do you like it so much? I figured you wouldn't want to get your perfect hair all messed up." She's curious. He shrugs.
"I guess that when you live most years of your life under a constant microscope, letting the wind rip through your perfect hair is the only taste of freedom you'll ever get." He tells her, stealing a glance at her chocolate brown eyes full of innocence.
Who knew it took one car ride to realize there's more to the surface?
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