A/N: So while I was attempting to think of some SWAC angsty-ish pieces, I came up with this idea. Far from angst. Prob end up as a 3 shot or 4 shot, at most will prob have 5 or 6 chapters. But who knows. SonnyxChad, takes place right before the knew SWAC episode (the one with Selena Gomez--absolutely amazing ep btw, like the funniest one yet!) Anyway, doesn't have a specific time but it's just supposed to be when they still "hate" (coughcoughsecretlyinlove) each other. And FYI, the falling in the title refers to like legit falling. Like falling down the stairs. Not like falling. In Love. With someone named Chad. But that might happen too...

anyways, enough talking.

disclaimer: i don't own sonny with a chance, or any of the characters, etc. etc.

Sonny With A Chance of Falling

Marshall started strutting around the room, nervously patting his forehead with a sweaty napkin. "I have some exciting news!" He blurted out. Despite his uplifting word choice, his tone suggested otherwise.

"Can we just get one with it?" asked Tawni, who sat in the corner of the props room, getting her nails manicured by a short asian women. "My pedicure is scheduled for 4:14, and it can't be moved into this room."

"Well," Marshall started, turning his backs to us before spitting out what he had been trying to say. "Thestudiohasdecidedtosendalloftheactorsandactressesintotrustlessonstopromoteuntiy. Ok, see you guys later."

"Not so fast!" Zora shouted from her air vent, stopping him as he tried to flee. "I refuse to participate in said 'trust lessons.'"

"Look, guys," he sighed, turning around. "It was orders from the president of the company. It's not my decision."

"But it doesn't affect us!" shouted Tawni after a minute. "We aren't actors, we are comedians…"

Marshall quickly stopped the high five between Grady and Nico. "Not according to the boss. Your first lesson is next week, in the yoga room."

We all sat in silence for a movement, taking in the news. Trust lessons? What's that supposed to mean?

"Well, it can't be that bad, right?" I quietly suggested. "I mean, maybe it'll even be fun!" I tried to look on the bright side, but glares from all of my cast mates quickly stopped my growing smile.

"That's the attitude, Sonny!" Marshall agreed. "And in that case, you can be partners with Chad."

What?!

I jumped off of the stool I was sitting on and ran after Marshall, stopping him a few feet from the entrance to the prop room.

"Wha--Whe--Why do I have to be partners with Chad?!" I finally managed to spit out.

"Mackenzie Falls and So Random! B both has odd numbers. Since you were so optimistic, I figured you would be the most accepting of the partnering," he tried to explain.

"Uh huh," I agreed sarcastically, able to see through his lies.

"Fine! He might has specifically requested to be partnered up with you…but don't kill the messenger, Sonny!" He quickly added as he saw my face harden in disgust.

I furiously pounded on the door of Chad's dressing room, eyes full of rage.

"Chad Dylan Cooper," he stated as he opened the door, smiling smugly until he noticed who was standing in front of him.

"Sonny? Seriously? You that jealous that I won the best hair award over you?" He smirked.

"What the hell, Chad?!" I shouted before I even comprehended what he had said. "Wait, hair award? Oh, I'm so jealous, Chad, especially of all those weekly root conditioning sessions of yours," I joked to the empty air besides me.

"But that's besides the point!" I yelled as I remembered why I was here. Chad stood their in shock over my bipolar behavior. "Why would you ask to be my partner in trust lessons?!"

"Oh, that!" He remembered, smiling. He quickly stepped out of his room, running down and knocking on the dressing room next door as I followed him. Our roles had completely switched; now I had no clue what was happening.

"Yo, Nick, pay up!! Sonny completely blew a fuse!" He shouted.

I punched him in the gut, yelling, "It was for a bet? You filthy pig!"

After he received his money, he tried to limp back over to his dressing room. "Not completely," he admitted as he stumbled inside.

"Then what?" I asked, anxious for any information to get out of working with him.

"Sonny," he sighed, looking into my eyes. "It's trust lessons. Just imagine what could happen."

"What do you mean?" I ask, puzzled by his enigmatic answer.

"Why don't you run along and go figure it out?" he shouted, pushing me out of his room.

"Fine!" I agreed.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

So not fine.

sorry it's so short :( go review, faster chapters will result. also, question: what do you think some trust excersizes should be?