Hey, there! I just noticed I haven't updated this since So Random premiered... wowzer :P Anyways, yes, I am back, we are back, let's get this show on the road!

Shout-outs to some new readers - Channyforeva87 and Channylover13. Thanks for the reviews, guys! Hope you enjoy the rest of the story :) Also to zarachannylover101, who I don't think has reviewed before... meh, whatevs. Thanks for the review anyway! And that goes for everyone else who reviewed last time too! :)

Ooh, and there's a little flashback there, in the form of italics. Look out for that :)

DC-: Yeah... So Random was amazingly cool, in my opinion :P I don't own it though... sigh. I also don't own the old So Random, Sonny With A Chance. Sigh... don't we all miss it? Deep, deep down. Yeah, I'm hyper on jelly beans... reading time! xD

Chapter 35-Plans In Action

Sonny's POV

Okay, I lied to Josh to get him to come to the studio. I told him we were going to the computer game store, just to help me win a bet. Now, that may sound bad and cruel and selfish, but to be honest, it isn't. Why? Because I'm doing something good in a way, good and kind and selfless – getting two people together and bringing the amazing delight that is Chad Dylan Cooper back to So Random! Surely that can only bring good to the world… right? So really, this little lie isn't gonna hurt anyone (I hope…).

I drop Josh off at the Prop House, hoping and praying Zora isn't here. Not yet, she'll sense something (yep, she probably would). I fish the Xbox controllers out of the box of Nico and Grady's stuff – they won't mind – which pleases Josh. At least he'll be slightly occupied until Zora shows up.

Now, if my predictions and research is correct, Zora won't be at the Prop House until about eleven o'clock. She'll be sneaking around in the vents right now and mysteriously at about eleven she'll show up in her sarcophagus (maybe Nico and Grady were right about that secret door…). So really, I should get outta here; it's now half ten. If Zora is early, I'm gonna get caught red-handed. I sneak out of the Prop House, leaving Josh to play some game that Nico and Grady bought and never played – Left For Dead or something? I think Grady's fear of zombies is back though. Yep, I've given up keeping Josh from war games and zombie games and such. It's like convincing a mouse not to eat cheese, a bee not to sting people. It's an impossible task. Oh well… some day he'll ditch gory video games and move onto, as Chad says, "things that matter". Hey, we can only hope…

I decide that instead of watching Josh yell "die" at pixels on a screen, I should visit my fellow schemer, Chad Dylan Cooper. A.k.a. – my dearest boyfriend. I head towards the Mack Falls set, waving at the bodyguard who greets me and smiles at my presence. I love being accepted here – ever since Chad and I started dating again my presence at The Falls is expected, no, assured. Sure, the other Falls kids aren't used to the idea (even though it's been freaking years), but they don't hate me anymore… I think. I hope…

I walk into the set, a not-so normal scene going on – random girls that I've never seen on the cast running round, begging for more make-up time; a couple of guys with clipboards walking round, calling out names as the nervous teens get up and walk to face their judgement day – and I guess they're doing auditions for those girls who are up to play Mackenzie's half-cousin. I can't see Chad though, and I remember that he was gonna help Sara. Of course; that's his side of our bet. I decide to check with his producer, Kate, who confirms he's in his dressing room. Something tells me Sara's with him. I wonder happily towards Chad's dressing room, hearing the yelling from evil producers and directors. A girl runs out of a room, crying. Ooh, these judges seem harsh. I just hope Chad prepares Sara well enough. Well, let's go take a look…

Chad's POV

I run my hands through my hair in frustration as Sara messes up a line again. Is it this hard to give a monologue if you're not an expert in it, like me? Wow, I sure did draw the short straw here – Sonny's got it easy on this bet, compared to me. What was I thinking? Challenging Sonny to this? She has a formal, fully-constructed plan, and I'm making it up as I go along. Suffice to say, making it up as you go along isn't working, which is annoying, because I'm a great improviser.

I just noticed how bigheaded those sentences sounded…

But still, why do I suck at this simple challenge which is all about improvising?

"Okay…" I sigh at Sara, hoping my hair hasn't gained the resemblance of a bird's nest, or my pits aren't sweating. That would be very unattractive and embarrassing if a certain ball of Sonshine decided to come and spy on my progress. Ugh, this reminds me of that time with Gassie the dog… let's just hope Sara doesn't die in the middle of the scene… or play dead… that was an annoying day, I tell ya….

I paced in my dressing room, panicking. What the heck was I meant to do? Gassie the Farting Dog had died en minutes ago, in my care. What were the Randoms gonna say? They still needed that dog for their stupid movie! They'd probably get me arrested because they believed I'd murdered him to wreck their little movie hopes and dreams. And what about his trainer? She'd make sure my execution was assured, and if not, the glares she'd send me would sure kill me off anyway. I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die… was all I could think.

I then heard a knock on my door and I jumped back in shock, then gulped. 'What if it's Sonny, come to get the dog back?' I thought, 'What am I gonna tell her? I can't bare to see her upset about that dog again…'.

I opened the door to see her sweet, innocent face looking at me with sparkling eyes and that made me nervous. Even though we weren't dating at that point, I did kinda like her, and just being round her made me a little nervous or uncomfortable, but at the same time, happy and safe. Apart from now, of course, coz I had to admit that I'd… killed a farting dog that she was so fond of.

"Hey, Chad!" She grinned, "I'm here to pick up Gassie! We need him for rehearsals."

Shoot. I was gonna die. Probably when she broke down crying, coz I couldn't bare to see Sonny cry at something I'd said or done. I still can't now. I used to think that making Sonny cry like kicking a puppy (note – puppy shover was a lie) – kinda satisfying beforehand but afterwards, when she starts whimpering, you hate yourself for it.

"Uh…" I decided to play dumb. "Gassie?"

She glared at me, "Yes. Gassie… you know?" I shook my head, and she sighed, before putting on a bright smile and chirping, "…Gassie! The amazing farting dog!" She said that last bit with such a weird, show-business tone that it should've been annoying, but being Sonny, it wasn't.

"The… dog?" I ask, and she groaned, stepping past me and inviting herself in.

"Gosh, Chad," She moaned, "You can be dumb at times." Ha! So she was buying it! "Remember? I let you borrow him so you could test out your directing skills? It was only two hours ago, you're not a fish, you know? You have a long-memory span, of what I know."

By her facial expressions I could that she was a little mad and getting impatient, but I could tell she was trying not to laugh as well, which was confusing.

"Uh…" I made up a story, "…I think I bumped my head… what's your name again?"

She laughed, "Chad, I know you're joking."

I decided to go on with the act – I'd rather this than have Sonny break down crying again in front of me.

"…Who's Chad?"

"C'mon, Chad," She rolled her eyes, "You're not that good of an actor."

"AM TOO!" I yelled, my lie unfolding, and Sonny grinned, having finally proved I was making it up.

"Ah-ha!" She grinned, "So where is he?" I paused, my mouth gapping open, and she groaned, "GASSIE?"

"HE DIED!" I yelled back, and her eyes, and mouth, opened wide.

"W…What?"

"He… died." I repeat, my voice softer. Then those sad, you-just-kicked-a-puppy-eyes begin to make me nervous.

"Sonny, I'm so sorry…"

I head towards her, going to hug her, but she pushes me away, and I feel sick.

"I… I can't believe this…" She frowned, before looking up at me with blurring eyes, "I can't believe that… you actually fell for it!"

She grinned at that point and my heart suddenly dropped. What the heck was going on?

"Fell for what?" I asked, and she smiled, walking away from me.

"Allow me to present to you… the incredible actor, Mr Gassie!"

At that point, a big, furry dog walked in, and I immediately freaked out. What the…? Then I realised… they'd been joking the whole time.

"You… tricked me?" I asked, and Sonny grinned.

"I believe you prefer… Celebrity practical joke'd, suckah!"

That made me nervous. I covered my bird's nest hair in a frenzy and Sonny laughed.

"You brought cameras?" I yelled.

"No," Sonny said, "Don't worry, Chad, no cameras, no-one's gonna see this. It's just between us." She walked closer to me, so close that I could smell her perfume, see the twinkle in her eyes. That made me suddenly very hot and clammy. "But… uh… for the record, maybe you should rake a comb through that hair."

I then held my head, before racing round to find said comb. Sonny chuckled, stopping me.

"Don't worry," She said, "You still look as great and as egoistical as ever."

I chuckled, trying to take that as a compliment. "Thanks," I grinned, "…I think."

Sonny laughed, nervously, and I smirked. She cleared her throat loudly, making the space between us a little bigger, before smiling, "Uh… I should probably get back to rehearsal – the guys will want me and Gassie back for the sketch."

"Alright…" I said, sensing her urge to leave as quickly as possible. "I'll catch you later then?"

She smiled softly, "Sure. See ya, Chad."

She then kissed me on the cheek, before walking off, Gassie at her heels. She turned back and waved just to see me feeling the spot she'd kissed, and giggled.

Well… that went well.

Aw… you know, part of me misses those times – the times when Sonny and I were young, and, unbeknownst to everyone (including us), in love; the times when I was a jerk, sure, but it was fun. And Sonny and my flirt-fights were so enjoyable. Only part of me misses it though, coz the rest of me is just happy, glad, and content with life. Back then, I didn't have a girlfriend who adored me, I didn't have as big a fan base as I do now (thank you, Sonny fans), and I've gained a few… ugh… friends since then too. Also, now, CDC is almost totally gone, and I don't miss him, not one bit.

What I do miss is the almost stress-free life (apart from the minor annoyances from the Randoms) – the days when I had a Mom, well, my Mom, when I didn't have to take care of my siblings. Now Dad and Melanie have moved out, it's just me and the kids (when Sonny's not about). It's hard, but I'm trying, I really am. I sure could get used to the lifestyle of a father, it's pretty fun. Maybe, someday, Sonny and I will have a kid. Hopefully, a girl. I dunno why, but I want a girl. Hmm, I bet she'd have her mother's beautiful looks…

"Chad? Wake up!"

"Huh?"

I 'wake up' to see Sara glaring at me, hands on hips.

"…Well?" She asks.

"Well what?"

She gasps, "Were you not listening to anything I just said?"

"Sorry…" I say, "I blanked out a bit there…"

She rolls her eyes, "So you missed me do that whole monologue?"

"Uh… yeah… sorry about that," I say, before adding under my breath, "I probably didn't miss much."

"WHAT?" She screams. Oops. Yeah, I guess I should've learned it by now – never say something against a girl when she can hear you. Ugh… I suck with girls and their crazy mood swings.

"Sorry!" I try to save myself, "I'm not in a great mood."

"I'll say." A voice says from the door, and I turn to see Sonny stood there, leaning against the door frame, smiling a little. She walks in (more like flounces), hugging me softly. She notices my hair and giggles.

"You're gonna need that comb again, Chaddy." She says. Great…

I root around in my drawer, searching for a comb, gel, anything to make my hair presentable to m'lady. Wait… m'lady…?

"Come to spy on me, have you?" I ask, and she laughs exaggeratedly.

"What? No!" She says, "Can't I just come and visit my boyfriend?"

"You can't if you're spying on me." I wink, and she scoffs, whacking me on the arm, "Joking, Sonshine." I say. "So… what are you doing here?"

She shrugs, "I'm bored."

"Ah…" I say, "Your plan's gone crumbling down?"

She whacks my arm again.

"Hey!" I groan, "I need that later for filming!"

"Actually, no," She smiles, "I left Josh in the Prop House, and if my plans are correct, Zora will be entering that room anytime now. I tell ya, with all the sparks that are gonna be flying in that room we could have a fire! Well, a metophorical one."

"I dunno," I cringe at my girlfriend's remark, "If they do cause sparks, it'll probably be from a failed prank and will set off an actual fire. And I need this studio safe and fire-free. I have I have a future-wife and kids at home, remember?"

Sonny laughs at this, "Don't worry, Chad." She smiles, "It's gonna be fine."

"Uh… hello-o?" A voice asks, and I turn to see Sara still stood there. Oops. "This is adorable, but, uh, Chad? We gonna carry on with the practice?"

I sigh. To be honest, I'd rather hang out with Sonny.

"Can we call off for today?" I ask, "I just wanna hang with Sonny for a little while."

Sonny grins, "Okay, then you can 'hang out with Sonny' when you guest star on So Random!"

"Oh yeah…" I say, "Bet…"

"Uh-huh." She says, in the same tone I used – flat, hint of stupidity, "Bet. You're not throwing in the towel, are ya Chad?"

I laugh, "Ha! Chad Dylan Cooper never gives up!"

"Yeah…" She nods, "You keep telling yourself that."

I glare at her, still smiling, and she grins, before winking.

"I'll leave you two alone to get on with it." Sonny says, heading to the door. She opens it, but Kate is stood in the door, blocking the way for Sonny to leave.

"Hello, Miss Munroe," She smiles, "Uh, is Miss Sara Middleton in there?" (A/N: Yeah… I just realised I never gave Melanie and the clan a last name… no relation to Kate Middleton, the royal bride, btw. OMG… I just realised… Kate… Middleton. Kate the producer. Middleton… weird :P Meh, read on)

"Sara?" Sonny asks, looking from me, to Sara, then back to Kate.

"Yeah, Sara," Kate nods, "She's auditioning for the part of Mackenzie's half-cousin."

Sara shows her face, and Kate smiles.

"Ah, hello Sara!" She says, "Shall we get to it?"

"…Get to what?" Sara asks slowly, and I suddenly turn red. Wow, I forgot to educate my cousin in the actor's language. (A/N: I learnt a bit of actor's language while watching a Sterling Knight interview. Yeah… weird :P Ignore me)

Kate sighs, "Your audition. C'mon, let's go."

Sara gulps, and so do I. Uh-oh… she was having a hard time – forgetting lines, messing up… I guess she was just nervous. And now, I am too. Really nervous. Almost as bad as my audition. Hey, maybe nerves help (they sure did in my audition). Or maybe… they don't. I sure hope they do though…

I suddenly feel warm arms snuggle around me, and I turn to see Sonny, eying me with a sweet look.

"You okay, babe?" She asks me, and I sigh.

"I have a feeling that I'll need you to come up with some sketches that won't make me look too stupid."

"Aw, Chad…" She says, "You know I have to embarrass you as much as possible." She winks, and I sigh. "I'm kidding," She smiles, "Just… have a little faith in her, okay? She'll do fine."

I sigh, "I sure hope so."

"Yeah…" Sonny says, kissing me on the cheek. I'm about to kiss her back when we hear a slight explosion coming from the distance. It sounded like it was coming from…

The Prop House.

Sonny and I turn to each other, both with worry in our eyes, before running straight for the door and to the Prop House.

Uh-oh…

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