Disclaimer: So, guess what? I do not, no matter how much you try to convince me that I do, I repeat DO NOT own Sonny with a Chance, So Random! or anything like that. So…I guess I was wrong all this time when I thought I did. I don't own Mean Girls either, by the way….in case you were wondering. Or V8…I don't even like them that much.

Do you ever get to the point where disclaimers stop being clever and just seem awkward? Think I just got there. Heehee, but AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Oh my gosh! Okay, the reviewing monsters I did not see coming. Like, at ALL. I guess summer really DOES put you in the mood to review! Seriously, it was ridiculous! In a good way, of course. Y'all are just TOO sweet sometimes, you know that? Anyway, I was so stoked and so excited to get on with my, as said last chapter, big plans for this story, therefore resulting in another update. HEEHEE! No one can break my spirit now! Never ever ever ever ever ever ever. And that's a lot of evers. Anyway, new chapter coming RIIIIIIGHT NOW. OOH, and before I forget, I just wanted to say that in this chapter, there's one comment that is not meant to be offensive – I myself think it's great that people can be open about being gay just like people can be open about being straight. It just seemed like something Chad would say. So if anyone finds it offensive, in no way, shape, or form did I mean it to be.

Monday morning, I was on my way to Hell at the early hour of six because Chad said he 'has to get there extra early so he can tell the makeup artists what they're doing wrong and fix his cast mates faces himself'. Well he sounds like an absolute joy to work with.

It was so early – I hadn't had time to get coffee, eat breakfast, or even really pry my eyelids open. I didn't even know how safe it was to drive right now. As if that wasn't bad enough, I had already made an appointment with Dr. Reynolds for today before being blackmailed, and this new arrangement forced me to make it later, so on top of spending the day with the devil, I would be spending the day without sleep or my boyfriend.

Maybe I was just being pessimistic. Then again, maybe I was right on target. After all, it was Brit I magically felt obligated to spend time with (having a lot to do with Chad and a certain piece of blackmail, not that anyone besides the two of us needed to know that), so it probably would be worse than I was expecting. Chad had found the worst blackmail he could dredge up, and he hit home without even trying – then again, he does everything without trying. I should have never spent that night with him. I should have just gone on the stupid date and stopped being such a baby. It had caused too much trouble already without blackmail being added to the list of why-not-to-lie-to-people-and-instead-pour-out-your-feelings-to-Chad-Dylan-Cooper.

Sighing, I parked my car in Chad's driveway and got out, walking to the door and rolling my eyes before knocking. Was it too late to run? I hear Mexico has nice weather all year round. Maybe that would be a better way to spend my life. Who needed Skylar, right? Okay, I did, but the second I find a flaw in him (besides the fact that he knows every line to Mean Girls) I'm off to Mexico.

A few seconds after I knocked, Chad had already opened the door, a gigantic smirk on his face – a smirk I kind of wanted to slap off. "Hey, baby, how's it hanging?" Scratch that, a smirk I desperately wanted to slap off.

"I'm not your baby," I practically growled. "It's six in the morning, you're already being a jackass, and I am so not in the mood right now. So back off before I find the nearest gun and shoot you with it."

Chad just smirked wider. "So what I'm hearing is that sometimes you are in the mood for me to be a jackass? Duly noted." I stepped forward, my arm flying up to smack him in the face, but he caught it before I could, taking my hand in his own and leaving it there despite the fact that I threatened him twenty seconds ago. "Chillax, Sonny I'm just joking. I would think you of all people would understand what a joke is."

I scowled in his direction, yanking my hand out of his and crossing my arms. "I do. Your jokes just aren't funny."

Sticking his lip out in a pout and putting a hand on his chest in mock hurt, Chad replied, "Ouch, Sonny, you hurt my feelings. Oh, wait, I almost forgot that I don't care. Never mind. Now, are you going to come in or just stand there raging? I know it's what you do best, but-."

"So help me, Cooper, if I hear one more narcissistic comment come out of your mouth I will have every right to break your nose. Understand?"

He scratched the back of his neck, looking a little confused. "Okay, I understood all of it but the part about my comments. Isn't narcissistic-?"

"Seeking attention? Yes. And you're trying to get a reaction out of me, therefore seeking my attention, as usual. Any other questions?" It was my turn to smirk, feeling satisfied.

He shrugged. "Are you ever going to let me finish a sentence again?"

"I'll think about it." With that, I smiled a little and pushed my way past him, shutting the door behind me. "I think I'm ready to come in now."

"So when will you be ready to come out?"

I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't kidding about breaking your nose, you know."

Chad chuckled softly, grabbing my coat for me and hanging it up in his closet. "I know you weren't. It's just too fun to make you mad. You start to look like a train who's about to go 'choo-choo'!" He moved his arms around in a way I can only imagine he thinks a train looks when it goes 'choo-choo', his face going red from holding in laughter. I, on the other hand, didn't try to hold mine back.

I laughed loudly. "Chad, when did you suddenly go back to kindergarten? I thought you just turned twenty-one, but apparently I was wrong." I tried to compose myself then, breathing heavily from giggling so much.

It was his turn to roll his eyes. "Whatever, Munroe, you're just jealous." While clearing his throat, he took out his phone and looked at the time. "Alright, I have to go. Brit's upstairs sleeping still, first door to the right. Have fun!" He smirked and opened the door, shutting it behind him seconds later, leaving me with nothing but my thoughts and a silent house.

…..

Two hours later, I was in the kitchen reading a list I assumed Chad made filled with his favorite baby names when Brit called out, "Sonny? Can I have some water?"

I jumped, swiveling around in my chair to see her standing at the foot of the stairs, looking positively worn. She had dark circles under her eyes and it looked like it was hard for her to even stand– the almost-miscarriage took a lot out of her. "Yeah, sure. Do you want anything else?"

"No, thanks. I'm not really hungry right now." She smiled a little. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad. She seemed to be in a relatively good mood.

I smiled back, standing up and walking over to the cabinet Chad keeps his glasses in. "Alright, I'll bring it up to you in a minute. Go back to bed; you look exhausted." She nodded softly before retreating back up the stairs, limping every so often.

As much of a bitch as she could be, I felt genuinely bad that she was in so much pain – I was grateful she and her baby were okay, though it meant Chad and I never had the hope of a future together someday. Then again, that was more my hope than it was his own, and it had always been a long shot, anyway. He would do right by this girl – I could tell. Something about the dynamic of their relationship changed the minute she got into that accident. Now, I saw love in his eyes when he looked at her. And if she makes him happy, I want him to be happy, even with her.

I walked up the stairs, holding onto Brit's water with my left hand and the railing with my right. No matter how many times I come to Chad's house, I'll never be able to get over how beautiful it really is. Then again, I guess when you're Chad Dylan Cooper you're expected to have the most beautiful house on the planet.

I walked into Chad's room, the first door on the right, to see Brit sitting up, her eyes flicking through a page in a gossip magazine. "This is the third time Chaddy and I are on the cover together since we made it official last month that we're a couple. Look, Sonny, aren't we so cute together?" Never mind what I said before, this was going to be a horrible day.

I forced a smile to slide into place on my face and nodded. "Yeah, you really are. It's great that his career is getting so much publicity, too." Clearing my throat, I decided a change of subject would keep me from letting go of the tears I was holding back. Why was this so hard? I had a boyfriend; more than that, I loved my boyfriend. So what was wrong with me? "So, Brit, are you feeling a little better?"

She rolled her eyes, flipping to the next page of her magazine. "Why do you care, Allislut? Just give me my water and leave the room."

I bit my tongue, handing her the glass of water and walking back downstairs. If her tone was any indication, I'd say she's feeling a lot better.

…..

Around noon, Brit came back down the stairs, staring blankly at me as though I was some sort of moron who didn't know what I was supposed to be doing. "Um, may I help you?"

She rolled her eyes, slapping the book I was reading out of my hand and pointing to the kitchen. "Make me lunch. I want non-fat Greek yogurt with organic berries and toasted almonds on top. Don't mess it up."

Groaning inwardly, I got up, picking the book I was reading up and placing it on the coffee table before walking to the kitchen. "As you wish, your highness," I muttered under my breath.

"What?"

"Nothing, Brittany, don't worry about it," I replied, a mock sweetness in my tone. "I was just wondering what kind of berries to put on your yogurt."

She scoffed, replying as if to say 'duh!'. "Um, the organic kind?"

I grinned sardonically, slapping my head. "Right. Of course. Should've had a V8, huh?"

Wrinkling her nose, Brit stared at me blankly. "What are you talking about? Oh, and don't ever call me Brittany again."

I sighed, preparing her yogurt. "Never mind. And sorry. Let me just finish your yogurt and then I'll get out of your hair."

She scoffed, looking at her nails. There was something about her that reminded me of a more self-absorbed, meaner version of my former cast mate, Tawni Hart. "First of all, that's a stupid phrase. You know who uses that phrase? Hobos. And blind people." Okay, the first one I understood was supposed to be an insult, but the second one flew right over my head. Blind people? She sighed as if she was teaching me the greatest life lessons I should have already known and continued. "Secondly, you aren't going anywhere. I want you to read my magazine out loud to me while I eat my yogurt and then do my nails for me – in purple. The polish is in the bathroom in Chad's room and the magazine is on the bed. While you're at it, get me my hair brush. That's next on your to-do list."

It took all my willpower to bring her the yogurt without smacking her to another planet where they would spend all their time doing experiments on her. It was a nice thought, but Chad would kill me, so I couldn't. "Here's your yogurt."

She snatched it from me, putting a spoonful in her mouth. "Now, hobo, now!"

I took a deep breath, yet again biting my tongue and whipping around and only to go upstairs to get the items she wanted – the hairbrush was next to her polish, which was lucky, considering she never told me where to find it.

Once I had grabbed everything she asked for and her glass to take downstairs to her, I made my way back to the living room, dropping everything on the couch next to her. "There."

She looked at the items, looked back at me, and mumbled, with a mouthful of yogurt, "These berries aren't organic. I want a new one." Could it really be only twelve fifteen?

…

By the time I got back to my apartment that night, it was nine-thirty and I wanted nothing more than to go to sleep and stay that way for long periods at a time. However, that obviously wasn't going to happen, because when I got inside, I remembered I had invited Skylar, who was currently sitting on my couch, over to watch a movie.

He smiled when he saw me, patting the spot next to him. "Hey, Sonshine. How was your day?"

"Hellish."

My boyfriend grinned at me, chuckling softly as I sat down next to him. "It couldn't have been that bad. Didn't she sleep most of the time?" Something in his eyes seemed almost vacant, but I figured I probably looked like that, too, considering how tired I was.

"No, but she made me count sheep for her for three hours until she finally went to sleep for a half hour. Oh, and she insisted I stay next to her so in case she had a bad dream she could take it out on someone. I think she was making it up, though, because she seemed to enjoy pulling my hair a little too much."

Skylar laughed, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close. "Why are you helping Chad out, anyway? How on Earth did he get you to do that?"

I sighed. "Blackmail, but I honestly don't even think it's worth it anymore. Nothing is worse than the day I just spent with the biggest diva I have ever met. I swear, it's like she thinks she's a princess. God, I don't know how Chad puts up with her."

"She's probably easy," he said, nodding a little before turning his attention away from my gaze. "I mean, I can't find another reason."

"Yeah, but he actually likes her."

Skylar turned back to me, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "What can I say? They can be divas together, I guess." I laughed a little, snuggling into his chest more. He always knew how to get me to laugh.

"She seems to think I'm a hobo…then again, she thinks blind people and hobos are on the same level…and she called me a slut, too, so I guess I can't take her word for it because I've never met a hobo who was a slut." I shrugged, smiling at him.

Rolling his eyes lightly, Skylar kissed my forehead. "There isn't a bad name in the world that fits you, Sonny. She's just trying to get to you." He smiled down at me before leaning forward and picking up a few DVDs from my coffee table. "Okay, which one do you want to watch? This one's a chick flick, so consider the other two more carefully."

"But I had a hard day, and I like chick flicks."

"But I have a sad girlfriend, and I like to avoid chick flicks."

I scoffed, crossing my arms. "Then why do you like Mean Girls?"

Skylar sighed, pulling me close again, therefore forcing me to drop my arms. "That's a good movie in general. But fine, we'll watch the one where the girl has issues but gets the hottest guy she can find anyway. Because that's logical."

I pulled back again, looking at him quizzically. "It worries me that you describe the main character's love interest that way. But yeah, I still want that one."

"Fine. And you know what I meant. You think you're so much funnier than you actually are."

Laughing, I popped the movie in before settling back into his arms. "I'm incredibly funny. You just don't know how to appreciate it because you spent four years with a cast who wouldn't know a joke if it whacked them in the face." He looked at me sternly. "Too far? Okay, we'll just watch quietly now."

"Are you even capable of being quiet? I've never, ever, ever witnessed it, if you are."

I flipped my hair dramatically, a playful smile on my face. "I'm the master of quiet. You just watch."

He laughed, running his fingers through my hair absentmindedly. "Alright, I'll believe it when I see it. For now, I'll just watch the movie and pretend I actually care about the messed-up girl's boring, melodramatic life."

"You better pretend really well if you want to have a girlfriend in two hours."

"Understood."

…

I don't know what time it was, but I must have fallen asleep during the movie because the first thing I saw after the title of the movie was my boyfriend's eyes as he laid me down in my bed. "Did I fall asleep?" I mumbled.

He nodded, smiling coyly. "I told you those movies were boring."

I laughed quietly, pulling him down so he was next to me and kissing him softly. "You can stay here tonight if you want to." I didn't want to let him go right now. The part of me that couldn't keep my hands off of him had resurfaced, and it was overpowering.

Taking a deep breath, my best friend smiled wearily. "Sonny, you've been up since five. Are you sure you don't want to just go to sleep?"

I nodded. "I can sleep as much as I want tomorrow. Chad doesn't have any scenes to film, so I get the day off too, as a result, besides going to Sonny's at three. Right now, I want you to stay with me." I kissed him lightly again as if to persuade him, but really I did it more because I wanted to.

Skylar sighed again. "Okay. Let me just go turn off the lights in the living room and I'll be back."

I nodded. "Okay. I'm going to go brush my teeth really quickly." I would much rather stay with him than brush my teeth, but it's just one of those things in life that you have to do if you want to have teeth in the future.

He nodded and walked out as I rushed to the bathroom, brushing for maybe twenty seconds before spitting in the sink and hopping back in bed just in time to see him come back in the room. "I thought you were going to brush your teeth."

I nodded. "I did. I'm a fast brusher…well, tonight I am, at least. My teeth are as clean as can be, anyway. See?" I opened my mouth wide before deciding that was probably the least attractive thing to do and quickly snapping it shut, my cheeks burning red in the dim light of my bedside lamp.

Trying not to laugh, Skylar raised an eyebrow at me. "If I lay down next to you are you going to attack me sexually?"

"Probably."

"Okay, just," He lost his composure, breaking out into a fit of laughter, "Just try not to bite me with your especially clean teeth, okay?" He wrapped an arm around me before lying down, his chest still shaking with laughter.

I pouted, crossing my arms. "Sky….it's not funny," I whined, but couldn't help but laugh a little with him. Okay, so it was a little funny.

He took a deep breath, trying his best to remain serious. "Okay, okay, you're right. I'm done laughing now. I'll stop because it's frustrating you not to molest me." I opened my mouth to protest, but he shook his head. "I can see it in your eyes."

I sighed, but shrugged and kissed him anyway, wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with his hair. This kiss was more urgent, and he seemed to understand quickly because he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, kissing me even more passionately.

I pulled us both down so I was straddling his waist and slipped my tongue in his mouth. He responded right away, resting his hands on my hips and moving his thumb in circles on my waist. I smiled into the kiss, and he pulled away, whispering, "I love you," before kissing me again.

A pit formed in my stomach, and suddenly the only thing I could focus on was that he didn't know I had lied to him about being sick when I was really with Chad on what was supposed to be our first date and that if he did know it would change everything.

I tried to ignore it, putting as much of my energy as I could muster into kissing him, but a part of me wouldn't let it go, and soon I found myself pulling back and looking him in the eyes. "Wait, this isn't right. I have to tell you something."

He sighed, moving me so I was sitting next to him and nodding. "I know, I was just thinking the same thing. It's been eating away at me for the past few days. I have to tell you something, too, but you can go first."

I nodded, confused about what he wanted to tell me, before taking a deep breath a speaking. "Okay, before I tell you anything else, I want to say I'm so sorry. It was completely wrong of me to do, and if there's any way you can find any forgiveness in your heart for me I promise I'll never do anything like it again." I looked down, choosing my next words carefully before meeting his eyes again. "The night we were supposed to go on our first real date, I wasn't actually sick. I freaked out and went to Chad for help. I…spent the night there. But I swear, we didn't do anything but talk, and if I could go back in time and change it, I would. I'm so sorry, Skylar, it was a really stupid thing to do, and I've regretted it ever since it happened." There. It was out.

Skylar looked stunned for a minute before smiling. "It's okay. It's…actually kind of funny." He coughed into his elbow, laughing awkwardly. "Actually, it's really funny. Do you want to hear something even funnier? I swear, when I tell you, you won't be able to stop laughing, because it's so…so funny." He smiled nervously at me and continued. "See, the funny thing is, there's a slight possibility Chad's girlfriend is pregnant with my baby. Isn't that hilarious?"

I think I found that flaw I was looking for.

Hahahahahaha…..I'm going to leave it there because I love cliffhangers and it's already really long. A lot of you guessed it, but I don't know if your guess is exactly right, because there's more in store for these poor people I write about. It's still summer, which means you're still in the mood to review, right? Sounds good to me! They make me happy, like clouds and sunshine and music. SMILES!

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