The Underlying Truth: Chapter 1

A/N. Okay ppl, my summary sucked, but this story will be gr8! i have 10,000 more words at the ready to add into new chapters soon! love you all and plz click that little button at the bottom! no flames plz! my 1st fanfic ever! :D

ps. oh yeah, the disclaimer. *ahem* i do not nor will i ever own Sonny with a Chance(sadly):(

CPOV

"Hey good lookin'! I haven't seen you since 5 minutes ago! Where've you been?!" I brushed a hand through my perfect hair and winked at the handsome fellow in the mirror. If I wasn't me, I'd totally date me!

Heading down the hallway, I thought all about the girl who'd turned my world upside down since she came to Hollywood. Her gorgeous, soft, flowing chestnut hair made me want to wrap my hands in the silkiness of it, kiss her passionately, never let her go, run my hands down her perfect figure- NO! Stop it! Chad Dylan Cooper does not daydream about anyone but himself!

As I continued my thorough correction of those thoughts, I ran into somebod- I mean, somebody else ran smack dab into my chest. I didn't even have to look down to see who it was…I could smell her perfume. Kind of flowery with a mixture of sunshine and honey. It was a perfect smell, but just so she wouldn't suspect me of thinking of her in any good way, I said "Nobody runs into Chad Dylan Cooper! Who the heck are you?!" It was then that I looked down to see that my arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, keeping her steady. But I didn't drop them. My Sonshine was obviously upset. When I looked down into her pretty, chocolate brown eyes, they were bright and shining with tears and her usual sunny self was gone, leaving behind a beautiful but tragic looking girl.

"Chad, get over yourself! Besides, you ran into me!"

SPOV

I was walking down the hall and around the corner, but I hadn't really been paying attention. I had been thinking about the new sketch I'd written. I thought it had been funny, but I guess I was wrong. After all, a funny sketch wouldn't have made my cast mates make fun of it and think it was stupid. At the point where I had tears pooling in my eyes because of my stupid sensitivity, I ran right into a soft chest. I almost fell back, but his arms wrapped around my waist just in time. I had my hands splayed across his chest. I didn't have to look up to recognize who this was. Chad Dylan Cooper.

How is it that those three words have the power to make my heart ache for wanting him, and my brain repulse him all at the same time? Ugh! You have to stop that Sonny Monroe! I was looking at the field of gold on top of his head and those crystal blue eyes. Wow!

"Nobody runs into Chad Dylan Cooper! Who the heck are you?!"He said in a harsh voice. Just as I glanced up at his eyes, his face turned down to see who had dared to enter his bubble of glory. Haha:P.

"Chad, get over yourself! Besides, you ran into me!" I said while staring into his amazing sparkly eyes. I'd lied about only one of them being sparkly. They were both like freakin' sapphires! His expression faltered a bit upon seeing my face, a look of puzzlement, shame, and sadness passed over him for a brief second until he remembered himself, and put on his arrogant face back in place.

"No I did not, Monroe! And what is with you always running into me? Can't you at least try to watch where you're going?" That was enough to shake loose the tears I'd held back. I dropped my head, hoping he wouldn't see, but of course, he did. Now I was scared that he was going to make fun of me even more, but instead, as I stared determinedly at our feet, he spoke to me softly and almost…tenderly.

CPOV

I had to make a jerky statement, just so she wouldn't be able to somehow read my mind through my eyes and feel my concern for her and…love. Yes LOVE! I can say that I love her if I want…in my mind…because I'm Chad Dylan Cooper! I hadn't expected her to get sad or anything though, it's just our usual way of communication. I be a jerk, and she points out said jerkiness, and then we say our traditional lines of goodbye and the cycle repeats. But this time, she dropped her head and tears rolled down her face.

Without thinking, I put my hand under her chin and tilted her pretty, pale, heart-shaped face up. Her eyes met mine, and once again, without thought, I brushed away her tears with my fingers.

"Shh, shh, don't cry Sonny. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I was just kidding around. What's wrong?"

"Gosh, Chad, I'm really sorry for this. It's not your fault. It's just, my cast was kind of mean to me today, and then me and my mom got into a fight about whether I should come home to Wisconsin for Christmas, and nothing seems to be going right at the moment."

And then, I did something that completely shocked both of us, I pulled her into a gentle, but tight hug. At first, it was awkward and uncomfortable, but then she relaxed into my arms and put her head against my chest while I laid my face on her head. The perfect moment. Just when I smiled and smelled her amazing aroma, a flash went off from outside the window. My eyes snapped open and I saw a paparazzi guy taking tons of pictures and then running off! Sonny and I jumped apart, but it was too late. The damage was done, and it left me wondering what magazine would be sporting our "newest couple in Hollywood" story.

"Oh crap! My cast is going to freak tomorrow when they see whatever dumb story they come up with about us." She said. I looked back at her and she looked much happier than she had before I gave her my first real hug in years. After all, Chad Dylan Cooper does not give out a hug to just anyone. They have to be special…like Sonny.

"Anyways, thanks Chad. I feel a lot better now." She said while giving me a soft smile. I wanted to be able to make her smile like that all the time, so I said something stupid. "Well, Monroe, I always have open arms exclusively for you." I didn't know who was more shocked at my words, me or her, so I dashed off to my table in the cafeteria.

SPOV

Wow. Chad Dylan Cooper. Who'd of known that he'd give the best hugs in the world. I made my way to the cafeteria, following after him to lunch. First, I had to check a mirror on my way there. Yikes! I smoothed down my hair and wiped away the tell-tale signs of crying (aka, mascara and eyeliner smears.). When I reached the line, Bertha sneered at me and plopped a steaming pile of what appeared to be bat poop onto my tray. I smiled and got a drink, which of course would be all I'd consume for lunch. No way was I going near the toxic goo now hardening on my plate.

A few minutes after sitting all alone at the So Random table, I got fed up with waiting for my cast members and dumped the now solid lump of inedible mass on my tray in the trash. Just as I was heading for the door, Mr. Condor burst in, sending me flying backwards into another poor person. I would have fallen, had the person not caught me in his arms, and held me there. I would have thanked him, but I was too scared of the big man who could fire me and cancel my show if I uttered so much as a peep without permission.

Mr. Condor was sweeping the cafeteria with his eyes quickly when he looked down and spotted me and my savior. "Miss Monroe and Mr. Cooper, come with me NOW!" he said, and pivoted right back around. I got unsteadily back up to my feet and turned around to thank my rescuer who turned out to be none other than Chad himself!

"Uh…thanks Chad, come on, we don't want to get fired!"I said before hurrying out the doors, my cheeks bright red.

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