Disclaimer: You say I'm a kid, my ego is big, and I don't own Sonny with a Chance. Or the quote I just stole from Moves Like Jagger…or the song itself…that's all Maroon 5. Or Barbie…dang it…

Wow, thank you guys so much for all of the lovely, lovely reviews! I didn't expect such a huge response so fast! It means a lot to me. Anyway, this is dedicated to FranDS44444 because she won first place in my AU Contest, and because she's a really nice and talented person. Gosh, I feel mean when I make contests…anyway, thank you guys so much! It means so much! Kay, here's chapter 3. And since last time I went against myself in my other story, I'll write it out. I solemnly promise that Sonny and Skylar will not really date in this story. I'll leave my love for him out of it and just be Channyful. Okay, here's REALLY chapter 3.

He laughed, but the sound was hollow. "I'll let her know. And trust me Sonny, I know we never dated. If we had, I don't think it's something I could've ever forgotten." To be honest, if we had dated, he wouldn't have been someone I let go of ever.

Still, I laughed back, understanding the true meaning in his words. "Yeah, we'd have been a nightmare together. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow at noon, okay?"

"Yeah, see you then." I heard a click then, signaling the conversation was over. That hadn't been so bad. Now I just had to leap over the other hurdle: how did I convince Skylar to meet Chad tomorrow?

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Still grumbling, Skylar got out of my car, a sullen look on his face. He had complained throughout the whole car ride to the café, and I, for one, was sick of it. "Come on, Skylar, he's not that bad. Just give him a chance to apologize. You're the bigger person here; besides, we're twenty now, and not five. There's no need to make a big deal out of this."

Skylar groaned and crossed his arms. "I know my age, Sonny. I just can't believe you're forcing me to talk to him. You can skip down memory lane all you want, but I'd rather stay here, in the present. And the present doesn't include Chad Dylan Cooper."

Sighing, I pushed open the door of the café, and a burst of cool air immediately hit my face. It felt nice, compared to the heat of the California sun. "But it can, Sky. Just think about it; wouldn't it be nice to know you two have made amends? Don't you wonder what it would be like to still be friends with him?" It had taken me a long time to convince Skylar to even come with me to the café, and he still wasn't thrilled about it.

Skylar plopped down in a booth dramatically and I rolled my eyes, sitting down on the other side. "But Sonny, Chad was my best friend; if I hadn't stopped being friends with him, I wouldn't have met you. If we work things out…then what? Do I have to forget about you or something? Because I don't like that plan all too much. You're my best friend, now, and that's the way I want it."

Okay, so that wasn't what I wanted, either. But did it have to be that way? "Why do things have to change between us? I mean, Chad can be your friend, too; that doesn't mean we aren't still best friends. It just means you have other friends, too. What's wrong with that?"

Skylar let out a breath of air, glaring. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I was already walking on shaky grounds with him, and decided to bite my tongue. "Because, Sonny, it messes with the balance of where we stand. And if things change…well, there might be a few slip-ups I don't want to make."

Before I could ask him what he meant, I saw Chad step into the café and waved him over. "Just give him a chance to apologize, okay? And be nice; he's changed, trust me." As perverted as Chad still was, he really had changed. He wasn't as ego-centric as he used to be.

Chad nodded at me and walked over, taking the space on my right. "Hey, Sonny." Then he looked over at my best friend. "Listen, Skylar, thanks for giving me a chance to apologize. I just…I feel awful about what I said to you."

Skylar nodded, as if daunting the blonde boy to go on, and I hit him. "Be nice," I hissed in his ear. "He honestly wants to let you know he's sorry."

Skylar mumbled something that sounded like 'I'm sure', but I ignored it and let Chad speak. "It was completely wrong of me to be so selfish, and I know I hurt you and made you feel like you had to choose between us and what you wanted. Of course you should've switched to journalism, if that's what you wanted. I've regretted that day ever since it passed, and if there's any way at all you can yell at me and we can try to rebuild our friendship…I miss you, Skylar. We all do."

I smiled, satisfied with Chad's (very mature, I was surprised to see) apology, and without even having to look at him, I knew Skylar would be, too. He was too much of a nice guy to stay mad for long, so I wasn't surprised when my best friend smiled a little and placed a folder on the table. "I wrote an article about you for this week's column, if you want to read it." As Chad took the folder and began to read the piece of paper inside, Skylar continued quietly, "I understand why you thought I was betraying you, you know. I just got mad; I thought you only cared about your show. But yeah, I forgive you."

Skylar's eyes flickered briefly over to rest on me before focusing on Chad again. I wasn't exactly sure what that was about, but I'd question him later. Usually I could read Skylar like a book, but for once I was mystified. Why was he acting so strangely today?

I knew it wasn't everyday your former best friend/present enemy gives an apology speech, but there was something he was hiding, and it wasn't the initial shock of Chad's words. I, for one, was determined to figure out exactly what it was. And Sonny Munroe does not lose. That was a given.

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Sighing exasperatedly, I watched little reddish-brown strands of my hair blow around my face from the gust of air I just let out. I was currently standing in front of Chad's mansion (so huge, and I hadn't even seen the inside yet) just trying to work up the nerve to ring the doorbell. What would I say to Brit when I first saw her? 'Hi, I was in love with your boyfriend two years ago,' didn't exactly sound too great.

Deciding I was being ridiculous, I reached over and rang the doorbell, chimes immediately twinkling through the still summer air peacefully. I bit my lip in nervousness, and a minute later Chad opened the door. He must have been expecting me. "Thanks for coming, Sonny." Then he looked behind him.

His girlfriend seemed to be there, because he motioned for someone to come over. Soon, a girl around our age (but, as Chad said, she was 23) walked over to the door. She was beautiful, that much a person noticed right away. But that was all I could tell about her. It was like she and Chad shared the same mask-like complexion or something. "Hi, you must be Sonny. I'm Brit. It's really nice to meet you."

I smiled at her. "It's nice to meet you, too. So, are you ready to go?" Chad chuckled quietly at my bewildered expression. She was exactly what I had been expecting, so why I was surprised I didn't know. She was just…like a Barbie doll. It was easy to see why Chad wanted to be with her.

Brit nodded, hugging me quickly and prancing over to my Celica, trying to hide her disgust. It was a nice, sturdy, practical car and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. Besides, a silver Celica is adorable. I guess I really am spending the day with Barbie – a convertible was obviously on her list of demands.

Chad raised an eyebrow at me, and smiled. "Have fun, Sonshine. And…take it easy on her…she gets pissy really easily." With that, he shut the door in my face. Let the fun begin.

Sighing, I walked over to a now scowling blonde model. "Ready to go, Brit? Chad told me you'd know where to go for our spa day, because you do this kind of thing a lot. I just want to say that it's really cool that you-."

She cut me off. "Yeah, I don't care. Look, Sonny, we can be friends. But if you so much as attempt to steal my boyfriend from me, I can and will hurt you. Got it?" Then she smiled. "Let's go, buddy!"

My jaw dropped and I shook my head. She was serious – seriously crazy. Still shaking my head, I got into the car, Brit already seated in the passenger seat. Quite possibly, I had just entered the pit of Hell. And there was no going back. Great.

….

"Sonny, should I go with hot pink or really hot pink?" Brit's shrill voice broke the peaceful silence I was reveling in, and I sighed, looking over at her. We were both currently getting our nails filed.

Taking a deep breath, I smiled a little. Besides getting threatened, she wasn't awful at all. A little on the fake side, but so was I – now, anyway. I hadn't been real – the technical sense of the word in Hollywood, of course – since I was seventeen. "Regular hot pink. Going too pink will distract from your face, and trust me, you want Chad staring at your face."

I had learned a few things about her, but nothing relevant to her and Chad's relationship so far. Of course, there was still a load of time for that. Brit groaned. "Please, all Chad stares at are my boobs, and it's disgusting. Seriously, Sonny, how do you make yourself so unappealing to guys? Teach me." She whined the last part, as if her life was just pitiful because of her beauty.

I clenched my teeth, but said nothing. Thanks, Brit. That's a great way to ask for someone's help. However, I tried to be the bigger person and answer as calmly as possible. "I don't try to impress a guy, Brit; a guy should love you for you. If looks are all he wants, then he's not worth it."

A long time ago, I had wished with all my heart Chad Dylan Cooperhad decided I was pretty, or liked me enough that he wanted to be with me. In fact, I could have sworn he did, indeed, like me. But then he got his new little girlfriend, and I realized this was not the case. It never would be, and I had accepted that.

Brit wrinkled her nose – not very attractive for someone as fake as she was. "Sonny, this isn't a movie. You have to be in it to win it. And you know what, I'm going to help you. I'm going to give you a makeover." She smiled, as if she were doing me some huge favor. Maybe she was.

I found myself nodding, for reasons unbeknownst to me at the moment. Maybe she would be helpful; after all, she had caught Chad Dylan Cooper's attention. "Okay. And I'll teach you how to get Chad's attention with more than just your body." The plan was going well so far. However, I knew for a fact that this, in all of its complicated glory, was only the beginning of what I would be dealing with for the next few weeks. I could only hope we would both find a greater alliance to hold on to along the way.

Sorry for the delay, guys. I would have updated sooner, but my uncle is in town, I had my grandpa's funeral, and I started acting camp, so I've literally been spending a ton of free time napping. BUT it's here. So yay! Haha, I'll do my absolute best to update again soon! Thanks for all of the support! My gosh, there are too many plots in this story all leading up to one huge plot, and I feel like my brain is going to explode! SMILES!

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