Disclaimer: Do I look like a person who's jumping up and down with barely contained excitement? I do? Oh, well I still don't own Sonny with a Chance or So Random!.

Oh my muffins! Thanks for all of the reviews! :D I'm only 4 away from 100! Heeheehee. Okay, so someone pointed out that in chapter 6 I said Skylar didn't know Sonny had slept with Chad and in Chapter 7 I said he did. So I switched it up, and he doesn't know.

Also, I have a question. What are legacy story stats? I just saw this yesterday, and I'm kind of confused as to what it means. If anyone knows, can you help me out? Thanks! Okay, story time!

Chad's Point of View

I sighed and grabbed the last of Brit's boxes. This house was going to be really empty without her.

No, we weren't breaking up. We just decided a little space might be good, so she's moving back in with her old roommate, Darcy. God, Darcy's annoying. Oh, well this is for the best. A little time apart will help us clear our heads.

It had been a week since I had last seen Sonny, and it was killing me. I knew I had a girlfriend, and I knew I should just forget about any other girls, but I do love Sonny. I don't know if there was ever a time when I didn't. I loved her from the minute I first met her.

Brit walked over to me as I put the last box into her trunk. "Is that everything?" She was wearing sunglasses to block her eyes from the unusually warm rays the sun was giving out today. I was sweating just being outside, and Chad Dylan Cooper does not sweat. I had to admit, I would miss her.

I didn't know when, or how, but somehow Brit had wormed her way into my heart, too. There was something about her – besides her body, I mean – that attracted me to her. That was one of the major reasons I refused to give up on this relationship. In a sense, we needed each other.

I bit my lip. "Yeah. Do you have to go?"

She nodded. "I think it's for the best. I'll call you when I get there. It's only a half hour away, which means we can still see each other whenever we want. I'm moving to another block, not another state. Hell, I'll still be in Los Angeles."

Squinting, I looked her up and down, trying to figure out if she was forgetting anything – besides that, it was a pretty good view. Nothing came to mind, so I hugged her and shut the trunk. "Call me as soon as you get to Darcy's, okay?" Sue me for being paranoid; you never know what kind of crazy people might be driving in Los Angeles.

Brit nodded again. "I will, I promise." She smiled a little, but it seemed bittersweet. "Don't eat pizza every night just because I'm not here. There's food in the freezer and cereal in the cupboard. I don't want you to die of a heart attack before I get to see you again."

I laughed. "I promise." Thinking about it, I smiled more. "Maybe just once or twice a week."

She shook her head, a small, amused smile on her face. "Take care of yourself." And just like that, the lightheartedness was gone and in its place was the beginning of goodbye; this was a huge separation for us.

"I will."

Brit leaned up and kissed me softly. "I'll call you in half an hour." That said, she got in her car and drove away.

I sighed, looking up at the house. It was too big for one person; maybe I should find an apartment. I'd think about it while eating. Suddenly, pizza sounded really good.

…..

Sonny's Point of View

"Okay, red or blue?" I held up two identical tops in different colors, biting my lip. This was a hard decision, and I seemed to be the only one taking it seriously.

Skylar looked at me, an exasperated expression on his face. "I don't know…red." He shrugged, looking past me to the food court. "Sonny, we've been here for hours. Can we please go get some lunch? You'll look fine in whatever you get."

I sighed, turning away from him. "Blue it is."

Groaning, my boyfriend stood up from the bench he had been leaning on in the dressing room and walked over to me. "Okay, let me rephrase that: you'll look beautiful in whatever you get."

I turned around, indecision clear on my face, too lost in thought to smile at his words, though they were very sweet. "Do you really like the red one better?"

Smiling hopefully, Skylar answered. "If I say yes, can we go get lunch?"

I groaned, throwing both tops at him. "You're not taking this seriously. Be a good boyfriend and help me."

He tsked at me, taking the shirts off of his head and straightening them out. "You could've killed me with those hangers." Then he smiled. "I'm a very good boyfriend. However, I'm also a very hungry boyfriend." At the look I gave him, he amended. "Yes, I like the red one better, but they're both fine."

I smiled at him. "I don't think I want either one, actually. They're kind of expensive. I just wanted to see how long you'd play nice."

Skylar groaned again, stomping his foot. "Seriously?"

…

After lunch, Skylar seemed to be in a better mood, chattering away the whole car ride back to his apartment. I was only halfway listening, still wishing I had bought one of the tops from the store. Maybe they'd be on clearance sometime soon, or maybe I could find something like them at a more generic, less French-sounding store.

My best friend-turned-boyfriend interrupted my thoughts with a very loud, very sudden, "Sooooooonnnnyyy!"

I jumped, turning towards him. It was a good thing he was the one driving, because if he hadn't been, I probably would've lost control of the wheel. "Oh my God, are you trying to give me a heart attack? What? What do you want?"

He smiled brightly at me before returning his attention to the road ahead of him. "I just wanted to get your attention. You think I don't notice when you zone out, but I do, and I get lonely." I could practically imagine him swinging his feet as he said that.

Groaning, I banged my head against the dashboard. "You're such a five year old sometimes."

Skylar laughed and moved a hand in my direction to stop me from hitting my head. "It's one of my best qualities, I do believe. Now stop hitting your head. You're not going to be too happy if you get a concussion because I annoyed you a teensy bit."

I stuck out my tongue at him, but relaxed in my seat. I had work in a little while; there was no time for a trip to the emergency room. "First of all, you annoyed me more than what can be classified as a, and I quote, 'teensy bit'. And second of all, five year olds have babysitters, not girlfriends. Which do you want?"

He looked over at me briefly, a small smile on his face, mischief lingering in his eyes. "If I say I want a girlfriend, what do I get?"

Shrugging, I looked ahead at the road. "What do you want?" I was confused; where was he going with this? He really was a mystery sometimes.

It was amazing how you could know a person forever and not know a single thing about them. It was even more amazing when you knew everything about them but still couldn't figure out what they were thinking half the time. When it came down to it, though, Skylar put up more of a mask than he was willing to admit; that was one of the many ways we were similar.

We pulled up outside his apartment building, and he shut off the car. "I want to go on a real date with you. Tonight. No ifs, ands, or buts allowed." Well, that certainly wasn't what I had been expecting.

I deliberated in my head for a moment; we hadn't actually gone on a date yet, and I was scared it would mess things up. Right now we were coasting, but it was still a challenge to transition from friends to…something more. To be honest, it terrified me. I was pretty sure it was what I wanted...

Then again, maybe this was for the best. "Okay. Sounds like a plan." Realizing something, I smiled. "But then you have to take me home now, so I can get everything ready before I have to go into work."

He turned the key in the ignition without hesitation, a small smile lighting his face, too. "Let's do this."

I, personally, am starting to like Chad and Brit more and more. Haha, would their couple name be Chit? That's funny. It sounds like…never mind. Anyway, they're a cute couple.

I'm also very upset at Sonny – the only reason I'll let it go is because I like Channy more than Sonlar. But she really shouldn't be getting into a relationship she isn't sure about.

See, this is why I'm not allowed to write author's notes late at night. I ramble. Sorry for the long wait; I was trying to find ways to elongate this, and it kept failing. Sorry it's so short. SMILES!

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