A/N: hope you like it! remember to read and review(: also, it doesn't exactly fit with what happened in the episodes, but it should line up by ep 7 or 8

Chapter 3

We were standing around the stage when I started to look around the room, bored with the conversation. It seemed like even more people were here than before, and when I looked at my cell it said it was already 1:30. I desperately wanted to go home and go to bed, but at the same time I was reluctant to give up my first party. It wasn't actually that bad.

I quickly scanned the dance floor, searching for any celebrities to stare at for the next few minutes. Instead, I found Chad at the corner of the floor, staring at me.

We locked eyes, standing there for a few minutes before he motioned to a corner of the room. As I started walking over, I saw Selena turn to watch me, and I could feel her skeptical eyes on the back of my head once she figured out what I was doing. I could hear her voice echoing in my head, Just be careful.

My thoughts tumbled out as I walked over. What am I going to say? What if he hates me? What is going to happen? I should just listen to Selena… I tried to stop them, though, telling myself that if I didn't do this now, I would regret it.

After what seemed like an hour, I finally reached him. He was leaning against the wall, completely relaxed in his sports jacket and loosened tie. I saw his eyes look up and down my body, scrutinizing my figure.

"Hey," he mumbled softly.

"Hey," I repeated, unable to think of anything else to say.

Our eyes met, and we were silent for a few more moments. I couldn't believe that I was standing there, locked eyes with the Chad Dylan Cooper. But I let that thought slip from my mind, and tried to focus on the fact that I had locked eyes with some guy other than Matt.

He took my hand, his confidence soaring. "I saw you looking at me earlier," he acknowledged.

"So you did," I avowed. "But that means you were looking back."

His eyes smiled at my response, and mine followed suit; I was glad I could think of a retort so quickly.

Slowly, he took my hips in his hands, and leaned in, softly pressing his lips against mine. I answered hungrily back, sliding my arms up his chest and onto his face. The pace quickened, our minds in tune. Soon I was gasping for air as he led me out of the main room and off of the dance floor into an empty side room.

Before the door had closed we were back at it. His hands stroked my hair as I threw off his jacket, tossing it on the floor without losing a beat. My need to escape from the pressure quietly decreased the longer we spent together.

"God, you're gorgeous," I mumbled quietly, looking at his abs, while he kissed her neck. I heard him chuckle, and whisper something about me not being too bad either.


They were just about to stumble onto the bed when she heard a ringing noise. What is that? I thought in my head.

Quickly, though, I woke up as I realized that she had just been dreaming. I picked up the phone, the source of ringing.

"Hello?" I grumbled, sitting up in the bed.

"Ms. Monroe? It's the front desk. You asked us to give you at wake up call at 7, and this is it?" A worker promptly informed me. It was 7 already?

"Oh, thanks," I mumbled before hanging up the phone and falling back on my bead. Last night had been like a drug. While there, I was numb from the pressure and the pain; now it was only intensified.

I got up and walked into the bathroom, grabbing my cell phone before slamming the door. I quickly glanced at the screen before turning on the shower, and saw that I had 3 missed calls; one from the studio, one from Meg, and one from my mom.

"Shit," I muttered out loud. What did the studio want? Had I messed up already?

I quickly dialed the number, asking the secretary for Marshall.

"Hello?" he answered after a few rings.

"Hey, Marshall. It's Sonny. I'm sorry, I must have missed a call from you--" I started to apologize before being cut off.

"Oh, Sonny, Sonny, don't worry about it. I just wanted to let you know that you need to be here by of 8," he replied cheerfully as I gasped. 8? It was already 7:05 and I hadn't even showered yet!

"Are you sure, Marshall?" I choked out. "I don't know if I can make it by then."

"Well, Sonny, filming starts at 8:30. If you aren't on set by 8:05, we will have a serious problem."


"Shit, Meg!" I yelled into the phone, running to catch a taxi to get to the studio. It was already 7:55. "I just called the producer guy, and I have to be in their by '8:05 or we are going to have a serious problem'!" I freaked.

"Sonny. Calm down," she told me, straight up. "You'll be fine."

"Fine?" I repeated. "Meg, I had less than 4 hours of sleep last night, I didn't get to shower, and I'm still in the same makeup and hair from last night!"

"At least you're in makeup," she replied, trying to look on the bright side. "Besides, you never told me. How did the party go?" she squealed.

I figured that there was no use worrying about getting to the studio on time, there was nothing I could do about it now. "Well, I walked the red carpet, and it wasn't too bad, but you'll never who got there right after me."

"Who?" she asked quickly, going through all the possibilities in her head.

"Chad Dylan Cooper," I replied as I heard her gasp on the other end. "Yep. We locked eyes on the carpet--you should have been there, it was amazing."

"Oh, Sonny, I'm so proud of you!" She squealed in delight.

"Just wait," I cautioned her. "So then I go inside, and basically Selena Gomez comes up to me and asks me if I'm Sonny Monroe, and tells me that she's a huge fan. So she introduced me to a bunch of people, and I hung out with her for an hour or two."

"That's amazing!" She said. "I can't believe you know all these celebrities all ready."

"Well, that's not even the good part. After a while, I got bored, so I started looking around, and who's staring right at me but Chad." I paused for dramatic effect. "So I go over and we talked for a little bit--"

"OMG SONNY MONROE YOU LITTLE WHORE!" I heard her scream excitedly on the other end. "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU HOOKED UP WITH CHAD DYLAN COOPER!"


I ran into to the studio, almost running down Marshall. He looked at his watch then turned to me. "Good morning, Sonny. Follow me, and I'll introduce you to the cast."

I sighed as I followed him. I checked the time on my cell phone: 8:04.

He stopped short when we reached the doors of So Random!. "Now, Sonny," he said calmly to me. "If you have any concerns or problems at all, don't ever be afraid to ask me."

"Ok," I replied nervously. "Are they all in their?"

"Is who in their?" he repeated.

"The cast," I answered, thinking it was obvious.

"Oh, no." He replied matter of factly. Why did I have to come in so early then? "I know, I know, why did I have to rush down here then, but…we decided you should really have some time to settle in first. The cast can be a little intense at times."


I sat on the couch nervously, waiting for them to arrive. It had already been an hour, and I couldn't find anything else to distract me with. What did he mean by intense? What if they didn't like me?

I didn't have enough time to finish worrying before the door busted open and in walked the cast members, led by Marshall. I jumped up and walked over to them, hoping for the hundredth time that they would like me.

"Sonny, this is Nico, Grady, and Zora. Guys, this is Sonny. She's the newest cast member," Mitchell introduced me.

"Hey," the all chimed in. What happened to the intense part?

"What did I miss?" A tall, blonde girl announced her presence as she stormed into the room. "Who's this?"

"This is Sonny, Tawni. Remember? We talked about adding her, as the newest cast member?" Mitchell calmly explained to her. I guess this was what he meant by intense.

"Oh," she sighed, walking up to me, glancing up and down and scrutinizing my outfit. "Well I'm Tawni, but you already knew that," she added with a hair flip.

Tawni Hart? The comedic genius? I couldn't believe she was standing right in front of me. "Wa…Wow. It's so cool to meet you. All of you guys. I'm like your biggest fan." I gushed. Nico, Grady, and Zora all smiled, but Tawni looked like she could care less.

"Now, guys, I want you to treat Sonny as you would anyone else. And help her learn the ropes. Why don't you guys give her a tour?" Mitchell suggested.

"Do we really have to?" Tawni asked, and I could already tell she didn't like me.

"Yes!" Mitchell barked. "Now go!"


They had already showed me the studio, coveted parking spot, and dressing rooms when they decided it was time for a froyo break.

We walked into the cafeteria to find it almost completely empty. They showed me the frozen yogurt machine, with Nico and Grady taking the most pleasure in explaining to me how it worked. After they had gotten their yogurt, I pulled down the handle and got some for my own. Right when I turned around, I knocked into someone.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Here are some napkins!" I apologized profusely, hoping it wasn't Tawni. I looked up to the person's face, and was completely shocked with what I saw.

"Chad?" I asked in disbelief.

"You…You're the girl!" He sputtered out.