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A/N: Hey guys! Long time no see, eh? Well, this is just a one-shot I wrote in about 2 hours, haha…I get distracted a lot. It centers a little around So You Think You Can Dance, but I don't think you need to watch it to understand it. Sorry for any mistakes I might have made, I'm really tired and I have to wake up and go to dance…and I should have gone to bed hours ago. I am in no way dissing ANY of the dancers on the show, I love them all, and the one's I'm dissing in here are actually my favorite, so no hateful reviews please :)

Hmm…let's see. So You Think You Can Dance is property of Fox. Yup.

Swaying the Vote

Sonny Monroe had her cow-spotted cell phone pressed to her ear, nervously tapping her toes as she waited for her call to get through. This was her fifteenth time to vote in twenty minutes.

So You Think You Can Dance had ended about thirty minutes ago, meaning the voting lines were only open for an hour and a half longer.

"Thank you for voting for dancer number 3…" a robotic man's voice announced at the other side of Sonny's phone. Not even bothering to listen to the rest of the message, she pressed the 'end call' button twice, followed by the 'call' button twice. Redial, in Sonny's eyes, was the bomb-diggity.

Yes. Sonny was one of those girls. The ones that watched So You Think You Can Dance and voted like crazy for her favorite dancer. She had promised herself she'd only vote a few times, but every time she put her phone down, her nerves got the best of her.

After all, think of all of the other fans that were voting for the other 3 finalists? For every vote that Sonny let slip by her, the other dancers gained like, 30 more. Her heart began to race, and she'd pick up her cell phone again, determined not to let Evan down.

Yes. Sonny's favorite dancer was indeed Evan Kasprazak.

The brunette stood up and decided to pace the halls, hopefully running into Tawni in the process. Surely she could convince the blonde to help her vote.

Sonny turned the corner and crashed into a body, the impact of which caused her to fall flat on her derrière. Sonny turned her brown eyes up to see who she had collided with, and groaned.

Wrong blonde.

"Watch where you're going, Monroe," Chad warned, idly pressing numbers on his phone before holding it to his ear. After about ten seconds, he pressed the end button and focused his attention at the So Random actress who was still on the floor, her phone held up to her ear.

Chad huffed, rolling his eyes as he stuck out a hand to help the girl up. He held it there until Sonny grabbed his hand, but not before she hung up her phone. Another successful vote!

"Thanks Chad," Sonny said as she reached her feet. She dropped his hand and hit her call button twice before holding her phone to her ear. Chad could hear the faint sound of a man's monotone voice on the other end, and he couldn't stop a grin from gracing his features.

Sonny's eyes took in Chad's amused face as she hung up.]

"What?" she asked, confused.

"Who are you voting for?" he asked, smirking.

"What?" the brunette repeated.

"You heard me. Who does Little Miss Sonshine want to be 'America's favorite dancer'?" he asked, speaking the title in an English accent to copy Cat Deeley, the show's host.

"I'm voting for-" Sonny abruptly stopped herself, cocking her head to the side and raising both eyebrows in surprise. "Wait. You watch So You Think You Can Dance?" Sonny laughed.

Chad opened his mouth to object, but found he couldn't. Yes, he watched the show, alright? He wracked his brain for a good story to feed to Sonny.

"Hot girls," he shrugged. Okay, so it was half true.

"You watch a show that displays huge amounts of amazing talent…for the hot girls," Sonny repeated slowly, trying to process this. She shook her head. "Really, Chad, really?" she asked him, calling Evan's line again.

"I'm a guy," he replied simply. "So…who you voting for?" he queried, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Well, if you have to know, I'm voting for Evan," Sonny beamed.

"Seriously, Sonny?" Chad asked, incredulous. "That no-talent piece of crap? If you're going to vote for a guy, at least vote Brandon, he actually has talent."

"Woah!" Sonny raised her voice, holding a threatening finger out to Chad. "Never, and I repeat never call Evan, or any other dancer for that matter, a no-talent piece of crap. He's a real person, and he has feelings. And besides, he obviously has some talent if the judges chose him for the top 20. Not to mention, how'd he make it all the way to the finale if he has no talent?"

"Are you done ranting?" Chad asked with humor in his voice. As Sonny nodded in the affirmative, Chad continued. "He's in the top 4 because little fangirls such as yourself vote for him the entire voting period. Some of us have lives, therefore, we can only vote a certain amount of time. This allows Evan to take the lead. Because of fangirls. Not talent."

Sonny opened her mouth to retort, but stopped herself. "Wait…you said 'we can only vote'. Chad," she smiled slyly, "Do you vote for the show too?"

"Psh…no," Chad dismissed. Sonny nodded, not really believing him, and grabbed the phone out of his right hand. She turned and ran back to the prop room to look at the recent calls, and sure enough, there it was.

So Chad was a Jeanine fan, huh?

"Sonny!" Chad called, annoyed as he entered the prop room, flipping his perfect blonde hair out of his eyes. "Give me back my phone; I have some very important calls to make."

"Mhm," Sonny agreed, rolling her eyes. "How many more times are you gonna vote for Jeanine?" she teased.

"You went through my calls?" Chad turned red. Out of embarrassment or rage, he wasn't quite sure.

"So why Jeanine?" Sonny ignored his question as she handed the phone back.

"She's hot, duh," Chad answered smoothly.

"Chad, if you're going to contribute to the voting, at least vote based on talent."

"This coming from the Evan-voter."

"Hey! Evan has loads of talent. He's not given enough credit at all. He's so unique, it's fascinating. And for his style being Broadway, he's adapted to almost every kind of dance," Sonny defended. "Except the Samba. Or anything Latin where he tries to be sexy," she cringed at the thought of some of the dances, but quickly recovered. "But, regardless of that, Evan is definitely my favorite. The boy has talent."

"Right," Chad said in disbelief. "Admit it, you think he's cute or something and that's why you're voting," Chad rolled his eyes once more.

"Not true! I've already told you, unlike you, I actually vote on talent."

"Please!" Chad scoffed. "Did you see those pirouettes in Jeanine's solo tonight? That is talent. And she actually made the Paso Doble enjoyable. Do you know how hard that is?" Chad went off. "Jeanine is so going to win. She deserves it way more than your precious little Evan. She's been near flawless every single week; can you say that for Evan? I don't think so," Chad smirked in victory as his blue eyes shone.

Sonny's jaw actually dropped while Chad was speaking. That liar! He didn't watch it because of the hot girls; he watched it for the dancing! Sonny couldn't even reply, she just began laughing uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?" Chad asked, not realizing he had blown his cover.

"You…watch…for…dancing!" Sonny said in between laughs.

Chad flushed when he realized his mistake.

"Ugh, fine. Go ahead and laugh-"

"Oh, I will," Sonny assured as she regained her composure.

"Whatever. I don't have to take this. I'm going," Chad announced, walking towards the door, lifting his phone to his ear.

"Chad, wait," the brunette called out to him, causing him to stop in the doorway and turn around. "Just tell me: why do you watch So You Think You Can Dance?"

The blonde boy shrugged. "I dunno. I just do. But if you tell anyone-" he threatened.

Sonny shook her head and laughed. "Your secret's safe with me," she reassured the drama snob. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she focused on the carpet beneath her feet. "I was actually wondering…you see, the rest of my cast doesn't really 'get' the whole So You Think You Can Dance thing, and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to watch the finale together tomorrow?" she asked, not making eye contact.

The Mackenzie Falls star felt a genuine smile play on his lips as he looked at the brunette. "I'd like that," he admitted, nodding.

"Really?" she questioned him, disbelief etched into her tone. He nodded once more, causing the girl to beam. "Awesome! It's a date then!"

Then they both froze, Sonny becoming flustered.

"Oh…no…that's not what I…it's not…we…no…I didn't…ugh," she groaned.

Chad watched, entertained, as the comedian stuttered. He chuckled. "It's fine, Sonny, don't worry about it," he shrugged, ignoring a tiny, microscopic voice inside his head screaming at him to tell her he would actually like it to be a date.

Her face flooded with relief; that could have been really awkward.

"See you tomorrow, Sonny!" Chad called over his shoulder, walking out of the room and to the left.

The Wisconsinite heaved a sigh, glad that that awkward conversation was over. She went over to shut the door, determined to vote for Evan without any interruptions.

As she was closing it, however, a certain blonde heartthrob appeared in the doorframe.

Before Sonny could even say his name in a questioning tone, his lips were on hers, catching her by surprise. Not unwelcomed, but a surprise none-the-less.

He pulled away after a few seconds, grinning at her.

"Wh-what was that for?" a shocked, yet pleased, Sonny questioned.

"I figured I'd get the first kiss out of the way. You know, so there's not that air of uncertainty in the air on our date tomorrow," he smiled, hoping Sonny realized that he wasn't just making fun of her, and that he really did want to consider their finale-watching as a date.

"Oh," Sonny managed to say through her surprise, blushing like crazy. "W-well, um…good thinking?" she offered, mentally kicking herself.

Chad laughed at her response.

"So…it is a date tomorrow?" she asked.

"If you want it to be," Chad insisted.

"Do you want it to be?"

"Are you really asking me this, Sonny?"

"So…it's a date?" Sonny finalized, still a bit unsure.

"Are you sure? You seem a bit uncertain."

"No! I mean…yes, I'm sure. I mean, if you're okay with it."

"Sonny, I am."

"Okay, then it's a date," she grinned shyly.

Chad smiled briefly before kissing her once more, just a slight peck this time, but still enough to make both of their hearts race.

"Okay, so what was that one for?" she asked.

"Oh, you know, just seeing if I could convince you to vote for Jeanine. I don't want to see you crushed when Evan loses."

Sonny shook her head, laughing as she closed the door without so much as a goodbye.

Little did she know as she began dialing for Jeanine, Chad began dialing for Evan.

He was telling the truth, he didn't want to see her crushed. He didn't honestly think the male would win, but hey, he could spare a few votes, right?

Meanwhile, inside the prop house, Sonny was voting for Jeanine for the third time already. Boy, did that Chad Dylan Cooper know how to sway the vote, or what?

Meh, so not my best. Sorry, I'm tired, and I have to wake up for dance in like, 5 hours XP. I'm a HUGE SYTYCD fan, and I'm rooting for both Jeanine and Evan. I respect all of the dancers, and they're all amazing in their own way, so please, no bashing any of the contestants in your reviews. Speaking of reviews, please leave some! Tell me why YOU think Chad watches So You Think You Can Dance!

Tell me who you think will win, or who you want to win, if you watch SYTYCD. And for those of you who read my other one-shot WHAT'S in the Box? There's a poll up on my profile, so check it out :)

I have at least 5 other ideas for Channy stories, and I already have a one-shot in the works, but I watched part one of the SYTYCD finale, and I had to write this, haha. Okay, so this ends super long and annoying author note, please review!

Peace, love, and dance :D Kelsey