Disclamer:

TEE: Say it!

ME: No!

TEE: SAY IT!

ME: NO!

TEE: I mean it Rebecca, if you don't say it, I'll say it for you!

ME: I'LL NEVER BACK DOWN!

TEE: One…

ME: No!

TEE: Two…

ME: NEVER!

TEE: Thr…

ME: Okay, okay, I'll say it.

I am not in anyway affiliated with Disney corparations and in no way own Sonny With a Chance or any of the charectors therein. Except Chad. He's mine.

Tee hits Becky under table

Fine, fine, he's Disney's too.

I was sleeping, gently floating through a magical dream world where I made the rules. The stars, they were out for me, glittering in their purple velvet backdrop that melted seamlessly away into the silky, teal waves that were caressing the moonlit beach. My feet sunk slowly into the sand, a day of incessant baking cooled by their soothing ripples. Reams of silver light played across my face, an endless game of ever changing patterns and shapes. Then I felt it - the lightest touch of his skin on mine sent my head spinning to heady heights. I span around in search of his handsome face (which was slowly inching closer and closer to mine), to stare into those deep blue…

Wait a minute - Edward Cullen has golden eyes! A beautiful liquid amber, or molten twenty-four carat… Those aren't his eyes! I don't think that's him at all! In fact, that looks more like…

I awoke in a cold sweat, the image of the guy I'd been arguing with just hours before still imprinted on my retinas. Had Chad really reached the level of irritation that he even annoyed my subconscious? As Chad's rival TV show, it was only natural that he felt threatened by our ever increasing popularity – but it's not even as if our shows are really competing, two different genres, two different audiences, and as for screen time, Condor Studios aren't stupid, they're not exactly going to play their two most popular shows off against each other. Still, Mackenzie Falls aren't used to losing out on awards, and we certainly are strong when it comes to that. Every time we met we couldn't help but clash; raised voices, bruised egos - for some reason he was the one person who could always get to me. I assured myself that this was the reason he had appeared in my dream and blearily reached for my watch. The harshly lit screen hurt my eyes, but when they had adjusted enough for me to decipher the face I was appalled to see that it read 4:30 am. What was Chad doing, waking me from one of my best dreams like that? And at such an unreasonable time, too! I was in half a mind to ring him and complain, but then I remembered that he had not woken me. Well, not exactly anyway.

I figured that as I only had a few hours before I had to be at the studios and I was already awake now, I might as well get up. I began to blunder around, making myself coffee and listening to the radio, getting ready for the morning by shaking the last traces of sleep from the corners of my eyes. I heard the birds wake up, apparently after me. I was dressed and fully made up, and I had two hours to spare before I even had to think about getting to the studio. For a moment I was bored, but then I realised that this is the time that I am constantly complaining I never have any more. I had my 'time to myself' and I had absolutely no idea what to do with it. I scribbled a hurried note for my mother to find when she finally woke up, and headed off for a walk.

My earbuds were gently pulsing in my ears as I wandered through the morning mist that had collected in the park. Taking in the air of outdoors was easy this early in the morning. Plenty of runners had their hoods up – blending perfectly, and they were preoccupied. Everyone else was too sleepy to care that I was on TV, even if they had taken the time to notice me. Glancing up, I noticed one hooded runner was also wearing sunglasses. Strange – I thought. It's barely light enough to see without shades, let alone with them. I studied his progression for a little while as I ambled along, and then glanced down to change my music. As I scrolled between Friendly Fires and Finley Quaye something hit me. And not in the metaphorical sense either, but in the actual, real oh-my-gosh-some-guy-actually-just-ran-into-me-and-knocked-me-to-the-ground sense. As his sunglasses clattered to the floor I realised that I knew the deep blue-eyes of the person who was pinning me to the stone cold, dew scattered tarmac all too well.