I picked up the nearest pillow and whacked Sonny's side with it. She fake-gasped at me, then broke out into a wide grin at my pillow. I followed her gaze and noticed that I was holding Tawni's pillow. It was bright pink and said princess all over it. I couldn't help but start to smile with her. We looked around at the rest of the room, and saw that the violent pillows flying, getting even more intense. "Run!" she said laughing and we ran into her room.

"So, Munroe, this is your room?" she rolled her eyes and pointed to the big wooden letters on the wall that said her name in painted yellow glitter. "What was your first clue?"

"Now now Sonny, no need to be rude. You have guests, after all."

"Sorry, dad."

"Dad? Do you kiss your dad in the rain and have him star on your show as your love interest? Oh and you can't forget that skinny dipping…"

"Shut up you jerk." she said as she picked up a bright yellow book and hit me with it repeatedly.

"No need to repeat the pillow fighting incident now, Sonny."

"I snatched it from her and started flipping through it with one hand and holding her from getting it back with the other. Property of Sonny Munroe. Read and die, it read. "Hitting me with your diary? Really Sonny, really?"

"Give it back. Or else."

"Or else what? You'll bite me? You know, I like 'em fiesty." I said as I softly put the book down on her bed with a smirk on my face. She quickly snatched it back up and gave me daggers as she slid it in her drawer.

"Sonny! Where are you?" Tawni yelled. "Coming!" she rushed out of the room. I took this opportunity to smoothly slide open her drawer, take out the journal, and close and lock her door. I flipped to a random page and started reading. Most of it was…not bad. Just a bunch of drool about how much she loves So Random.

"Where's Chad?" I heard Tawni ask. "Oh no…" Sonny raced back to the door and tried to open it. "Chad Dylan Cooper you open this door right now!" I rolled my eyes and kept turning the pages, looking for something juicy. Finally I saw something that caught my eye.

Dear Diary,

All of my life, all I wanted were friends, good times, and a guy who I like a lot that makes me happy. Cliché, I know. But it's true. I didn't know if coming to Hollywood or not would change anything. It's really hard to tell what it's like just from magazines, glamorous pictures, and news reports. So I figured that the worst thing that can happen by me moving here was that I get to be on my favorite show, and convinced myself not to set my hopes too high. Turns out, I was wrong. I got everything I wanted, and I couldn't be happier. I have the best friends ever, a great job, money to support my mom, and a guy who is perfect for me, whether he realizes it or not. It's okay though. Right now I'm happy just talking to him. I'm doing good so far of hiding it, but Tawni's getting pretty suspicious.

Who the hell is this guy?

"Chad Dylan Cooper, I swear if you don't open this door, I'll tell everyone about when I found you in your dressing room reading--" I raced to the door and unlocked it before everyone knew that I was reading Tween Weekly and was doing a quiz to see how good of a match I was with Taylor Lautner.

"H-hey, Sonny, what's up?" I stuttered nervously as I leaned on the side of her door. Her face was red in anger and I was instantly afraid.

TPOV

While the two love birds were in Sonny's room doing who knows what, all of us sane people took the opportunity to openly complain about their obvious feelings. "So, why aren't they dating?" Devon asked as I was still cuddled up in his arms. "Because, Devon, they're in denial about their feelings. It's the classic love 'hate' relationship." Portlyn used air-quotes at the word "hate". "See, it's like their way of flirting." she diagnosed. "They act like they hate each other, when they really know, deep down, that what they're feeling is the exact opposite of hate. Right now they're still in the denial stage and I'm afraid they won't come out unless we do something." Devon, Grady, and Nico looked major confused.

"What do you suggest Dr. Portlyn?" Chloe asked.

"I think." Portlyn made eye contact with us all before she continued. "We need to get them jealous."

"Then?"

"After that we should probably go to bed, and then tomorrow we'll have that big water party that Sonny was droning on and on about yesterday. We'll have to set them up somehow there, too." I suggested.

"Agreed." said Zoey. We all continued planning to get them together, and dubbed this mission, Operation Channy. "By Monday when we go back to Condor Studios, they should be the newest It Couple. Hotter than Zanessa." I smiled. This was going to be fun. I was so super awesome at match making.

Suddenly, we all heard girly shrieks coming from what sounded to be Chad from Sonny's room. "Uh oh." Grady said as we raced torwards the screams.

CPOV

I was going to die. I was sure of it. It was like Sonny's mission or something to murder me. This girl seriously had anger issues. I tried to block her shots at me, but I failed. Her hits were actually starting to hurt, so I started to scream for help. Thankfully, a few minutes later, everyone stopped whatever they're doing for the more important thing at hand: rescuing Chad Dylan Cooper. After all, no one would want me to die or anything. Mackenzie Falls would be cancelled, and millions of girls across the world, including Sonny later on, would be crushed.

Grady pried Sonny away from me as Nico held on to me. I looked at her shocked. "Who are you? Super woman or something?"

"Tang Su Do, Chad. Since I was ten. I know that since you're such a great actor, you don't have to do math. But that's ten years" she said with sarcasm dripping from her voice, "And 4 years of being a hardcore black belt." she smiled evily.

"Now now kids, play nice" Portlyn said as she grabbed Nico's hand. They looked at each other and smiled. That still freaks me out. I scoffed. "Now what happened?" she asked.

"That thing over there is like the devil's spawn or something!" I said pointing to Sonny.

"He read my diary! And locked me out of my own room!"

"What kind of moron doesn't have a key to their own room?" I pointed out, finding a way to blame her for the situation.

Uh oh. I think that was the wrong thing to say. She left the room without saying anything, leaving the rest of us and me in an awkward silence. After about thirty seconds, I got annoyed with it and walked out to get her.

"Sonny, wait." I went through the doors and found her in the kitchen drinking an orange soda. "Look, I really am sorry." she smiled at me. "I guess I am too. I wasn't really mad at you, I just liked beating you up." she giggled her cute giggle. "Wow Monroe, if you wanted to touch me that bad, all you had to do was ask. I'd put you on the list." I winked. Her jaw dropped slightly, but she quickly gained her composure back and punched my arm. "There's a list of people who want to beat you up? Why am i not surprised?"

"Ouch. Who knew that such a 'sunny' girl could be so mean?"

"I know. I get that all the time." she giggled again. I leaned closer to her over the counter. "Why am I not surprised?" I mimicked and laughed. "By the way, you look really nice today." I winked, as we were almost nose to nose. "T-thank you, Chad." she stuttered nervously, in shock due to my sudden compliment. "No problem, Munroe." I said as I smirked my signature smirk at her. She started fidgeting. "What are you, scared of me or something, Sonny?" I asked with pure amusement showing in my face while her fidgeting hands moved closer to her cup of soda. "N-no, no no no no. Not at all. I just…" splash!

"Ugh, Chad!"

"What? It's not my fault you're so clumsy."

She glared at me for what must've been the millionth time that night.

Portlyn walked in and immediately looked worried as she scanned our faces. "What's wrong?"

"Sonny was mesmerized by my good looks or something and spilt soda all over herself." Portlyn rolled her eyes. "Why don't you go take a shower, Sonny?" she nodded and made her way to the bathroom.

"I should go take a shower too." I said. Portlyn raised her eyebrows at me. "In the other bathroom."

"Oh. Well, you never know with you." I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag.

"Where are you going?" Nico asked. "To take a shower."

"But…didn't Sonny just go in there? Are you guys really moving that fast? With us still here?"

I rolled my eyes yet again. "Other bathroom, retard."

"But-"

"No buts!" I interrupted. "You guys can go and try to play matchmaker with Sonny and me later."

"Alright, man, whatever you say…"

I smiled and walked down the hall to the bathroom. I opened the door without a second thought and gasped as a mix of horror and happiness washed over me. Sonny. In her bra and fancy underwear, way too fancy for someone I thought was so innocent. No other clothes. My eyes grew wider and the teenage boy in me completely took over.

As soon as she saw me, her eyes were filled with the same shock I'm sure mine was, and scrambled to find something to cover up with. Chad!" she yelled. I tried to stay smug about it, but wasn't very good at it. "I-I was trying…to take a shower too. I thought you'd be in your own bathroom Y-you know, the one in your room."

"Chad. I don't have another bathroom."

"What? Are you serious? You only have one bathroom?"

"Yes, Chad, I'm serious. Now get out. Now." she stressed.

"Right, s-sorry about…sorry." I quickly said as I quickly closed the door. I leaned against the wall outside, catching my breath. Nice move, Cooper.