Here's the last chapter guys! Hope you all like it. :)

Chad was pouting in dressing his room, as he did so often lately, when a series of loud knocks interrupted his self pitying. He hurried over, hoping to see Sonny standing there, telling him that she changed her mind about the whole Goth thing, that it was all a joke, and that she found no one more attractive then Chad Dylan Cooper. He swung the door open and was instantly disappointed. It wasn't his lovely Sonny standing on at his door, not at all. Instead it was one of her Chuckle City pals, the short, younger one. His smile dropped. What was this ones name? Something weird, like Zozo, or Bozo. Bozo from Chuckle City. That worked. Ah, making fun of people, even if only in his own mind, always made him feel better.

Bozo brushed past him, walking into his dressing room and plopping herself down onto one of his couches. His mouth dropped open and he was just about to call security when she spoke.

"Call me Agent Z. I've got some important information you probably want to know." 'Agent Z' spoke seriously, as if she were about to disclose something of actual importance.

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Well, do go on then." He drawled sarcastically.

Agent Z narrowed her eyes and stood up. "It was about Sonny, but since you obviously don't want to know, I'll be going."

His eyes widened. "Sonny? What is it about Sonny?" He demanded.

Agent Z smirked. "Why so desperate to know what's going on with Sonny, Chad?"

His face reddened as he tried to think of an excuse. "I, uh, well, I just figured it must be important if you had to break into my dressing room to tell me."

He pat himself on the back mentally. Good save.

She raised an eyebrow at him, not believing a word he said.

Okay, maybe not a good save.

"Uh huh. Suuuuuure. Anyways, you heard Sonny's little conversation with Tawni at lunch, didn't you?"

He tried to act casual, shrugging as he replied. "Yeah, I heard a bit."

She grinned widely and said, "It was all fake. They planned it. They just wanted to see if you would actually get a Mohawk."

Chad looked confused. "What? Why would she... How would she... But..."

"Chad, have I ever lied to you?" She questioned innocently, batting her eyes.

He raised an eyebrow. "Actually, you-"

"Exactly!", she interrupted, "Now, I know you like Sonny and Sonny likes you and I've got a plan. So listen up!"

"Wait, what? Sonny likes me? She really likes me? Sonny Mon-"

"Oh hush! Yes, she does. Now listen!"

Chad grinned widely. "Alright, Kid. Go ahead."

Sonny was sitting in her dressing room, flipping through her favorite magazine. She hadn't seen Chad all day and, despite Tawni's reassurance, was a tad bit worried.

He wouldn't actually cut his hair off. Not Chad Dylan Cooper.

He just wouldn't.

No way.

No how.

....

Right?

He had done the disheveled thing. How far would he go?

Face twisted in fear, Sonny jumped of the couch and raced to the door.

Flinging it open, she collided with a hard mass of something.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I didn't even look when I-" Her stuttered apology was cut short by her gasp.

Eyes widening, she raised a hand up to point at the gasp worthy sight.

"You...you're hair, it's....Oh my gosh!" She flung her hands over her mouth, to shocked to speak.

Chad just grinned at her.

"Hey Sonny! Like my new hair cut?" He said, reaching up to brush his fingers over the purple tip of his green Mohawk.

"I- Uh, Chad, why did you um... why did you cut your hair?" She struggled to speak, trying desperately to mask the horror in her voice.

It took all of Chad's acting skills not to burst out laughing.

"Well, actually, I heard you talking to Tawni yesterday. It sounded like this," He gestured to his horrendously colored hair, "is what the ladies are into these days."

So," He leaned closer, lowering his voice, "what do you think?"

Sonny's breathing accelerated. Did he just ask her a question? What was she thinking about? Why was he so close all of a sudden?

She stared into his ocean eyes, managing to mumbled a, "What did you say?"

His eyes sparkled with mischief. Too bad she didn't notice.

"My hair, Sonny. What do you think of my hair?" He asked slowly, pulling her out of her reverie.

Hair? His hair? His hair! Oh shoot!

Dread flooded through her. She had to tell him the truth. Oh man.

"Chad, ah... When you heard me and Tawni talking, well, it was kind of a joke."

He feigned confusion. "What do you mean? You wouldn't purposely set me up, would you Sonny?"

He was giving her puppy dog eyes, and she had never felt more guilty in her life.

"Oh Chad! I'm so sorry! It was all Tawni's idea! She said you wouldn't actually do it and it would just be funny and so I did it but then I was worried you would do it and so I ran out here and you already did it!" She said quickly, praying he wouldn't be that mad at her.

"Wait, are you saying that you liked my old hair?" He asked, looking confused. He was laughing hysterically on the inside.

"Yes! I loved it! It was so shiny and flippy and golden and pretty and now it's gone! I'm so sorry! I'll do anything to make it up to you."

"I'm so terribly hurt, Sonny. Luckily, I think I have a few things in mind that might make me feel a little better." He grinned.

Sonny narrowed her eyes, his grinning making her suspicious. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

He smiled warmly, eyes glowing. Cupping her cheek with his right hand, he slowly brought his face closer to hers. She immediately forgot all suspicions.

"Oh, Chad Dylan Coo-" Her words were cut off.

By his mouth.

On hers.

She smiled into the kiss, reaching up to run her fingers through his soft, silky hair...which was no longer there. Right. She decided to see what his...bald...head would feel like. She touched it hesitantly and it felt weird. It didn't even feel like skin.

Come to think of it, it felt a lot like... Tawni's bald cap!

Breaking the kiss, she tugged on Chad's Mohawk. It didn't budge. She tried again, a little harder, and it came right off.

She stared at the plastic cap.

Chad stared at her, still dazed from the kiss.

She looked up at Chad, at his glazed eyes, at his just-been-kissed lips, at his perfect hair that was only slightly messed up by the Mohawk cap, and her face broke out into a huge smile. She threw the plastic cap to the ground.

Beaming, she said, "I probably should be mad at you, but I'm too happy to care!"

She laced her fingers in his hair, glad that she could finally do so.

"I love your hair." She sighed, smiling softly, "Never ever change it again."

He grinned back at her, immensely enjoying his little ego boost. "So, when I'm a 50 year old man you think I should keep my hair like this?"

She rolled her eyes, swatting his shoulder playfully. "Oh, just be quite and kiss me again."

He was happy to oblige.

The End!
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