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A/N: Oh. Hai. Welcome to the sixth installment of SOWK. Pyro feels extremely bad for not having replied to every single review sent into this story. She is wallowing in agony, actually, and refuses to talk in first person. Mmm-hmm. So! She's asking that if you enjoy this story, and this chapter, you review. She shall respond…in first person no less! Good day, all. Pyro hopes you enjoy this. ;)

Pyro also wanted to squeeze in a little bit of free advertising for her good buddy, faerietaleredux. She asks that the second you finish this little chapter you head on over to the third installment of Potions, Princes, & Monsters, Oh My! simply because, as always, the story is amazing. You will not be disappointed, Pyro swears. And please kids, don't forget to review? Authors love responding (when evil chemistry/algebra teachers aren't piling them up with homework…).

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pyrolyn-776 Presents

The sixth installment of Somewhere Only We Know

A ChadSon fic

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"AMANDA!"

The kids of Hollywood Weekly winced inwardly for their comrade. That voice, that yell, that damn spoken exclamation point could mean only one thing.

Fern Michael's needed gossip. Bad. And she knew exactly where she wanted it to come from. Unluckily for Amanda, one of the journalists for the notorious tabloid, she had been the lucky chick-a-dee chosen.

Amanda sighed and pushed away from her desk with caution. Straightening out her blouse and slipping her heels back on she slowly, yet rapidly, made her way towards her boss's office. She tapped twice, and when the harsh, "GET IN HERE NOW!" came from the opposite side, she vaguely wondered if she'd be safer backing up and running away. Probably, she couldn't help but think to herself.

She opened the door and closed it behind her. "Look Fern, I –

"Shush!" Fern was rapidly typing away with her fake nails, a wide grin spread across her face. "Take that, whore," she murmured under her breath.

Amanda winced outwardly, wondering who exactly Fern had slammed. Not my problem, she told herself.

When Fern finally turned away from the screen, she motioned for Amanda to take a seat. "Sit down," she ordered firmly.

Amanda sat. "Fern, if this is about my Britney piece, we can totally redo it, I mean –

"What? No. We're running the piece. That's not what I called you in here for." Fern leaned forward, and smiled her devious little grin. "Amanda," she cooed. "Do you know what I want to ask you?"

"Um, no?"

"Well, as you and half of the teenage population should know about by now, Sonny Munroe – brunette star of that weird comedy show – and Chad Dylan Cooper – Mackenzie Falls brat – are starring in that new director's film, Somewhere Only We Know."

Amanda nodded. "Right. I heard. Supposedly they were supposed to film in Europe but little miss Munroe couldn't get her mommy to sign the release forms. They're filming in Hollywood instead." She smiled, proud of herself for knowing something. "Why?"

Fern glared. "Did I say you could ask questions? You're not in college anymore, Uh-man-duh. You listen. I talk."

"Right. Of course, Fern."

"As I was saying, Sonny Munroe and Chad Dylan Cooper are filming a movie together. I'm assigning you the job of getting the scoop on that little bit."

Amanda's eyes widened. "You're giving me this piece?"

"Is that not what I said?"

"Well…thank –

"You can leave now."

Amanda beamed and got up from her seat. When her hand was just about to turn the doorknob, Fern said, "Oh, and Amanda, if you fail to get me this information, you can kiss your position at Hollywood Weekly goodbye."

Amanda felt like she couldn't breathe. She merely nodded, without turning around, afraid Fern's eyes would hypnotize her into a fruitless stupor. "Got it," she muttered.

"My mission, should I choose to accept it: Bring down Munroe and Cooper." She bit her lip. "Or at least catch them in the middle of a scandal. Either one will do." She closed her eyes and leaned against Fern's door. "For the love of all that is my scarce little paycheck, please don't let me screw this up."

Sonny sighed. Working with Chad for the past week had been a whole new kind of Hell. On the one hand, she still had that giddy girl-with-a-crush feeling in the pit of her stomach, much like she did when she first met him. And on the other hand...he was kind of a jerk.

"Sonny, don't you think my hair is fabulous?" she mocked. She rolled her eyes as she parked in her driveway. When she locked her Camaro behind her, she turned to Will's house. "What could it really hurt?" she asked herself.

She shrugged her shoulders and ran across the street. Biting her lip nervously, she rang the doorbell before she could lose her nerve. Okay. If he doesn't answer in the next ten seconds I run away. One. Two. She continued to count in her head, shifting her eyes from the door to her feet. Eight. Nine.

The door opened and out stepped Amy, Will's younger sister. "Sonny? What are you doing here?"

Sonny fumbled for words and laughed to cover up her nerves. "Amy!" She glomped the tiny girl with a hug and then ruffled her hair. "How have you been? It's been a really long time." She continued to babble until Will walked up to the door. "Will!" she exclaimed, a very visible crimson blush rising to her cheeks. "Hey..."

"Sonny? What are you doing here?" he asked, mirroring Amy's confused expression.

"Um. You see, I was wondering if maybe you, um, wanted to, uh -

Amy, ever the devious young child, filled in the blanks for her. "She wants to know if you want to grab some coffee and see Race To Witch Mountain."

Sonny and Will glanced to the blonde girl, Sonny blushing, Will glaring. Leave, he mouthed to her. She rolled her eyes but complied anyway. "Bye lovebirds," she tossed over her shoulder, slamming the front door behind the two.

Sonny laughed. "Heh, you really don't have to, I mean -

"Do you want to?" he asked shyly.

She smiled, just as shy as he. "Um, sure."

Will and Sonny agreed to meet back at Will's in fifteen minutes - just enough time for Sonny to put on something girly. She waved as she ran across the street, a large smile spread across her face. This is perfect, she thought to herself. Maybe this time around, Will and I can have our happy ending.

Oh, Sonny. Happy endings are over-rated, didn't you know?

A/N: Hmm. I'm slightly curious to know whether Amanda is going to screw Sonny/Chad over. And I'm ALSO wondering how many of you really, really hate Will, haha. The next chapter, I hope, will be posted within the next few days, once I can finish it. And, in case you're wondering who this Amanda and Amy persons are...Amanda is a name I plucked out of thin air...sort of. The name came from a bestie on here, the creator of Elizabeth. I doubt I'll create a duplicate personality for this Amanda, however. Amy is a character I decided to use from a reviewer who actually wanted to be Chad's little sister (AshleyTisdale8I hope that wasn't a problem!)

Anyways. If you remotely enjoyed this chapter, I hope you review.

And to those of you who think this was a filler chapter...IT WAS NOT. IMPORTANT STUFF HAPPENED, I SWEAR! ^_^