Disclaimer: Never in my life have I owned Sonny with a Chance. BUT, if it ever comes back I'll do my best…heehee. As for So Random!, I don't own it….but if I ever do can I get a hug from the one and only Sterling Knight? Oh, and as for the one sentence about rape, I don't think rape is funny, but it seemed like a thing to say in the moment. I don't mean to offend anyone at all with that.

SWAC HIGH! Surprise, huggables! I'm heeeeeere! Today I FINALLY made it back on fanfiction, and I realized how much I miss it! And then I randomly stumbled on the cafeteria scene from Sonny with a Choice and I could NOT stop laughing. You know the scene….;) with spazzy Chaddy. Golly, I miss that. Haha, so anyway, it brought back all my excitement from when I first started writing for Sonny with a Chance, and I HAD to update. I should really be asleep right now, but I could care less. I got my priorities straight, uh huh. Haha, I started writing for Teen wolf recently, and as much fun as that was, it just isn't the same. I miss my SWACATTACK! Plus, I remember how incredible the people on here are. Even when I acted like a spazzy lil' whack-in-a-box (see what I did there? Do ya? CUZ I DOOOO!) you guys supported me. I love you, my little huggables! To anyone who is STILL sticking with me, even when I flake out, THANK YOU! HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER! And…..it's partly in my favorite little drama snob's point of view! I'm so excited! (Heehee, I wrote this like 3 months ago…yeah, I stink. But it makes me laugh…so just look at this and pretend it's still September).

AND GUESS WHO WENT TO A DEMI LOVATO CONCERT? ME! Best. Concert. EVER.

Chad's Point of View (See? I promised to tell you when it changed from Sonny's….I stick to my word….well, when it doesn't have to do with updating...oopsies.)

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Why on Earth had I promised Sonny I would talk to Skylar? It sounded so…touchy-feely. And, if you know Chad Dylan Cooper, you know he is not a touchy-feely sort of guy. So, I reiterate: why had I agreed to talk to Skylar DeVane?

My stomach twisted as I realized it was probably because of Sonny's big brown eyes. Even over the phone, I could see them when I shut my own. She was beautiful, there was no doubting that. To be honest, the only reason I was letting her help me with Brit was because I wanted to spend more time with her.

That's another dilemma. My girlfriend's great for sex, but with Sonny…it's real. Even though I'm not sure I like that, it makes me feel good when it's happening, when we connect. And if I had to pick between Brit and Sonny…

I snapped to attention as Skylar's apartment door opened to reveal a grouchy brunette boy. "Are you going to knock? You've been standing out here for the past ten minutes, staring at the door like you were going to either make out with it or propose to it, I'm not sure which. If there's something you need, you're going to have to let me know you're here first."

I rolled my eyes – had I really looked that stupid? – and crossed my arms. "Why were you watching me? And why are you so cranky?" If I didn't find some way to put him in his place soon, dare I say it, I might end up looking foolish. And I don't do foolish.

Skylar scoffed, mimicking my defensive stance. "The better question is, why were you raping my door with your eyes? Besides, I'm not cranky – you're being overly sensitive." That was preposterous – how could someone who felt nothing be overly sensitive?

Smirking, I further proved the point that I was an egotistical, heartless asshole. "I'm pretty sure it's you, not me. And I wasn't raping your door – if anything, your door was coming onto me. You really need to teach it some self control. I can't help it if I'm sexy, Skylar."

Trying not to laugh, I faked a cough into my arm. A respectable actor would never laugh when he was being cocky – if I wanted to be the only one laughing at my witty remarks, I might as well have been on So Random!. And Chad Dylan Cooper is too good for So Random!.

My former best friend raised his eyebrows, half in irritation and half in what I can only assume to be amusement. "You do realize this is one of the stupidest arguments we've ever had, right?"

I snorted, rolling my eyes again. "I'm not so sure about that. I think the time you tried to convince me your dressing room was haunted had to be the stupidest – I'm never letting you live that down, by the way."

Sighing, Skylar's anger was replaced by the innocence I knew he still had inside of him. "I know it was ridiculous, but Portlyn said-."

I cut him off. "I don't care what Portlyn said. You should've known better than to trust her. She was still out to get you for scaring off her ex-boyfriend." I almost laughed, remembering Skylar's wacky antics on Mackenzie Falls. Portlyn had been so pissed off.

The irritation returned to his face, and he groaned. "I was sixteen, Chad, can't you give me a break? Besides, I was still freaking out from watching that creepy movie."

I chuckled, shaking my head at him. "That movie wasn't even scary, Skylar." The, smirking again, I added, "You know, compared to your face and all."

He scowled at me, seeming to come to his senses. "Regardless of your relationship with my door, what are you doing here? Because if you just came here to annoy me, you can turn around right now and march back to whatever sleazy motel you slept in last night with your little slut of a girlfriend."

I winced. He really was pissed. "I came here for some answers. For example, why do you care where I spend my nights? I mean, you can have my rejects if you want them that badly. All you have to do is let me know."

Shaking his head angrily at me, Skylar moved so I could get in. Now I was nervous – if he was mad and still wanted me inside, he was planning on yelling. "I just don't like the fact that you're hurting Sonny in the process of sleeping around."

Now it was my turn to look at him skeptically. "What does Sonny have to do with any of this? Besides, you're the one who's taking a vacation from her, right? So why should you care if she's hurting? Right now, you're the one hurting her the most."

"I highly doubt that, Cooper. Sonny has everything to do with this, whether or not I'm 'taking a vacation' from her. With every game you play, you break her down more. She's fragile, Chad, and I will do anything to protect her." I had never seen him this angry.

Still, I was angry, too. "That's called hypocrisy, Skylar, and since you have no room to talk, I'm sorry if I don't respect your wise words of wisdom. You and I both know that right now you're the reason she's crying her eyes out."

Letting out a groan of frustration, the brunette writer pulled at his hair. "I never meant to hurt her! God, Cooper, I never wanted to hurt her. Ever. And I didn't mean to yell at her, either. If you only knew how I-." He stopped himself, taking deep breaths. "Never mind. It's stupid."

Biting my lip, I moved closer to him. "Skylar, you can trust me. Whatever you say right now stays between us. I'm not going to run home and tell Sonny. If there's something that's bothering you…you know I'll be here. That didn't change, and if I have any say in it, it never will change. I'm going to do whatever I can to be here for you. You…were my best friend. I can't forget something like that."

Taking a deep breath, Skylar plopped down on a couch in the living room, and I knew he was going to open up to me. "First of all, you should know that I never meant to make her feel like she was the cause of my problems, even if in a way, she is…"

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Sonny's Point of View

I groaned, throwing my head back in frustration and ignoring the sickening crack I heard the second my head hit my spine. I wouldn't be doing that again. "You mean he seriously didn't tell you anything? Like, nothing at all? He was that frustrating?" Apparently, Chad hadn't gotten through to Skylar, and his visit was useless.

The blonde heartthrob sighed, shrugging his shoulders at me. We were sitting on my living room couch, dissecting every part of his visit (Chad was being a little vaguer than I would have liked – reading between the lines was crucial in this situation. I guess that's what I get for trusting a guy to be my spy). "Sorry, Sonny. He just wouldn't budge."

Sighing back at him, I laid my head on his lap. He looked at me, eyes wide for a second, but let it go. He probably sensed I was tired. As it was I was a little surprised I had done that, too. Normally I wasn't so…bold about what I wanted. It just seemed like the right thing to do. "It's not your fault, Chad. You tried. Thanks so much for that, anyway." I wasn't being sarcastic; Chad had really done me a favor, putting himself at risk and everything.

Biting his lip, Chad nodded, a small squeak escaping his mouth. "Of, course, Sonny." Then he smirked. "You know I'm all about the helping."

I laughed, whacking him with a pillow. "You're such a dork."

Nodding playfully at me, Chad grinned. "Maybe. But haven't you heard? Dorks are in fashion this year. And I am one sexy dork."

Okay…so I absolutely STINK. I'm aware of this. I haven't updated since school started. And…I don't know. I just…it wasn't working. I couldn't write. But tonight I was listening to the song We Are Young by Fun feat. Janelle Monae (the Glee version) and it reminded me of how much fun writing could be. So I finished this up…and here we are. :D I hope you liked it, even though it was pretty short and I wrote most of this like 3 months ago. MAGIC BANANAS! LOL, don't own that commercial, either. Oh, and when Chad looks stupid and then says he doesn't do foolish…there's a difference. Mhm…sorta. SMILES!

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