Inspired by "Getting His Head Shrunk" by SigmaTheta (Ouran), "Therapy for Draco" by From Spark to Flame (Harry Potter), and Demi Lovato's "Trainwreck": 'You won't go to the doctors' 'cause he's calling you insane… You mean the world to me, even though you might be crazy'.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny with a Chance.

SHRINKING THE HEAD OF A BIGHEAD

Session 1

As a therapist, Lucy had dealt with plenty of deranged people in her line of work, but the woman had no idea what she was about to go through when the famous teen actor Chad Dylan Cooper walked in her office.

She spotted a few posters with his face here and there before, but the worker remained professional as would she to any other client and plucked out a fresh piece of paper for his file. "Good afternoon, Mr. Cooper. My name is Ms. Meyer. I assume you already know why you're here today?"

He finished scrutinizing the framed awards and degrees hanging on the wall. She was one of the most top-notch specialists in psychotherapy in Los Angeles, and yet the boy's face showed he was anything but impressed.

"Actually, I don't."

His annoyed look begged to differ, but she continued on anyway.

"Your director has recommended you take some counseling due to your recent strange behavior for the past several weeks. According to his report, you've been very distracted, showing up late to the set – sometimes even completely absent – and your attitude has been, well…"

She began shuffling through papers to find the report again, but was stopped when Chad scoffed at the statement. "The man is overreacting. Don't tell me you haven't ever been late to something a few times before."

Lucy stared at the blonde, whose hands were tucked into his jeans as he stared off to another space, apathetic. "Well, if that's true, then these sessions will go by fast," she replied, clicking her pen and positioning it ready on her note paper. "Why don't you take a seat?"

Chad let himself fall onto the couch and easily got comfortable in it, arms slung over the back of the furniture. "Fine, but don't try to make me 'open up' or 'cure' me. It won't work. These lips won't spill out anything."

He declared this confidently as he pointed to his lips, and a smirk played upon the boy's face. Lucy tapped her pen on the notepad. A rowdy teenager like him would be hard to crack.

"We're only going to talk about you, Mr. Cooper," she tried to explain.

His eyebrows shot halfway up his forehead.

"Well…" he began, "if it's solely about me, I guess one or two minutes couldn't hurt."

The therapist smiled as his mouth rambled on. That was easier than expected; but that smile soon began to fade during the next hour when Chad still kept on talking about his hair.

If that was how the first session went, she didn't want to imagine how the next one would turn out.

---

Lucy checked her watch before beginning. "Good afternoon, Mr. Cooper. It's nice to see you again."

Chad, in the same position on the couch as before, picked the lint off his jacket and flicked it off. "My director is still forcing me to come here. It's not like I wanted to."

"That's because we still have plenty of things to discuss," she said, and flipped through the first page of his file from their previous session.

"Last time, we talked about your hair, the hair products you own, your skin type in case you need to use acne products, how you will never ever need to use acne products, the color of your eyes…"

"Right, it's—"

"Periwinkle blue, and pastel indigo when you're really happy," she cut off drily, before Chad could paint any more of his verbal self-portraits. Slightly shaking her head from the pitiable notes she took yesterday, the woman went on. "Let's talk about something a little different now. How was your day?"

Chad ran a finger along his jaw in thought. "Well, I spent all morning sitting in the makeup room with the artists working on me before I shot an episode. Want me to tell you what I saw in the mirror?"

She sighed. "No thank you. What about your show? MacKenzie Falls, was it?"

"Yeah. I'm MacKenzie."

"And your co-workers?"

Chad shrugged. His therapist blinked. "You don't know any of their names?" she asked.

"Of course not. Remembering would take effort and interest," Chad answered, already bored with the idea of having to memorize all those names. "I can't learn every single one by heart, Stacey."

"It's Lucy," she corrected.

"Right." He waved three fingers in the air, putting each one up as he listed the words. "There are only three names that serve any significance to me: Chad. Dylan. Cooper."

Lucy heaved a sigh as he twisted his lips up smugly. She scribbled something in her notebook.

Chad Dylan Cooper, undeniably the most difficult patient she will face in a lifetime.

---

Chad Dylan Cooper was supposed to have a regular, peaceful lunch consisting of freshly grilled beefsteak and prime rib in the cafeteria with his co-workers (whose name he still didn't remember nor try to), until he overheard a loud clamor a few tables away. Of course, it turned out to be none other than an actor from So Random!. That show comprised of the most unprofessional and lowly so-called 'entertainers' of Hollywood; what took hold of Chad's interest was that it was Sonny Munroe who was having the mini-tantrum.

"Argh! It's not fair!" she said, waving a spoon full of an indefinite but gross-looking goop around and unknowingly spilling a few drops of the goop on the floor. Chad tiptoed to the girl with much caution to make sure she didn't smack any of her food on him.

"Trouble in Chuckle City, Sonny?" he asked. She turned around, gawked at his buffet of a lunch, and gave him a jealous glare.

"Why is it that you Falls people get to dine like kings, while everyone else has to eat stuff that looks like it was fished out of the dumpster?!" She shoved her tray up close to the actor, making him jump back. "Just look at this! Can you identify any actual food in here, Chad? Can you?!"

He wrinkled his nose at the smelly lump. "Okay, Sonny, calm down!" he said, holding his palms up as if she were carrying a bomb. "Freak out any more and I just might have to call my therapist for you."

The last comment stopped Sonny. She gaped at the boy, and lowered her hazardous tray of food.

"You have a therapist?"

"Purely for professional reasons to develop my vocation as a skilled actor," Chad explained matter-of-factly, and then noticed the brunette's slightly open mouth. "What, are you surprised that I need therapy?"

She stared at him for the longest time.

"Well… not really."

---

The first thing Lucy noticed different about Chad was his endless leg shaking as he sat on the couch. Instead of leaning back casually as he always did, the actor was hunched forward, elbow propped on knee and chin resting on palm. Eyebrows furrowed, he studied the blank wall with great concentration. Lucy cleared her throat to get his attention.

"You seem troubled today, Mr. Cooper. Would you like to talk about it?"

Instead of answering, he responded to the question with another question. "Stacey, do you think it's weird that I'm getting therapy?"

She didn't bother to correct him on her name. "No, not at all. People take therapy for various reasons, and it's very normal."

"That's not what Sonny Munroe thinks," he scowled.

Lucy immediately caught the sudden name and bent forward, the tip of her pen pressed on a sheet of paper. "I'm sorry, did you just say 'Sonny Munroe'?"

Chad gave her a stupid look. "Yes, that's what I said."

She couldn't believe her ears. "I thought you said the only name important to you was your own."

"Oh, she isn't important," he replied quickly. "Just a girl I mingle with sometimes. And argue. Mostly argue."

His therapist nodded slowly to herself, but eagerly jotted down his answers in her sheet. "So she's another actress on MacKenzie Falls," she guessed.

"No no no no," Chad objected. "She's on So Random!, which is our rival show. We're enemies."

Lucy pinched her eyebrows. Strange that someone would be mingling with their enemies. "Who are the other actors?"

"Uhhh…" the boy reeled, thinking long and hard to gather any bits of information he remembered from Sonny's friends. "Blondie, Cloudy, Rainy…"

"Are those their actual names?"

"I don't bother to remember their real names."

"But you remember Sonny's."

Chad gave the woman sitting in front of him a suspicious look. "I just happen to. She has a sunny demeanor. That makes it easier for me."

The rough edge in his tone would have silenced his therapist, but Lucy received a degree in psychology for a reason. She had to ask one last question before their session was over. Whether the name was easy to remember or not, it was still granted that Sonny was the only person Chad had ever found worth mentioning.

"Before we wrap things up, can you tell me what your relationship is with her? Friend, rival?"

The careful enunciation of the girl's name seemed to have stuck in the air as Chad stared blankly at his therapist. For someone who had been answering all the questions straightforwardly and quickly, he took several seconds before responding this time. And even then, for the first time, he didn't have the answer.

"I don't know. It's complicated," he admitted, and then grumbled, "She's complicated."

Lucy couldn't resist a laugh.

"At least that's one thing you have in common."

---

Anyone who watched So Random! had to admit the theme song was catchy. Every time they finished filming, Sonny would be heard humming the tune in her room. She was about to take off her costume and call it a day, until a certain bigheaded actor barged in the room.

"Sonny, I demand you to tell me what our relationship is," he ordered once he strolled right through the doorway, expecting an immediate answer from her. The brunette blinked at his sudden presence.

"What're you doing in our studio?" she asked. Then again, he had been visiting their set quite frequently lately.

Chad stopped to eye her from head to toe. "What're you doing in a bunny costume?"

She tugged one of the giant rabbit ears hanging and explained simply, "Easter Special."

"Oh, now that's original. For our Easter episode, MacKenzie ended up discovering his father really was—wait, that's not why I'm here," he muttered, then snapped his head back up and repeated, "Sonny, my therapist is asking what our relationship is and I need an answer."

Sonny blinked. "You and your therapist have been talking about me?"

"Only a brief mentioning." The actor decided to leave out the part about how much mentioning of her they made.

"Well, I don't really know…" she answered dubiously.

"What do you think about me?" he asked.

They stared at each other both with uncertainty in their minds. Chad stood still, waiting for her response; for some reason, he felt nervous about what it might be.

She just sighed. "I really don't know, Chad. Enemy might be pushing it, but you've taken advantage of me too many times for me to actually call you a friend."

The comment highly offended the boy. "Since when have I ever been a jerk to you?" he inquired incredulously, folding his arms.

Sonny was quick on her mouth to start a list. "You stole our yogurt and parking space, you glued me to my seat, you set up a trap by having egg salad thrown at my face, you used me to try to get So Random! out of business, you ruined my Tween Weekly interview so you could look good on camera, you—"

"Okay, so I may have stabbed you in the back once or twice. Forgive and forget, right?"

Sonny's face grew darker as she remembered each time the boy had wronged her. Fuming, she glared up at him and said, "You want to know what I think about you? I think you're the biggest jerk in Hollywood, and I also think you should get out of my room right now!"

"Wait, so is this what I'm going to have to tell Stace—"

"GET OUT!"

Chad soon found himself kicked out of Sonny Munroe's room, and then out of the So Random! studio once her friends caught him; he refused to explain what happened when he showed up late to the MacKenzie Falls set again, but only offered this piece of advice: don't get a bunny hopping mad, ever.

To be continued.

Author's Note: To be honest I'm sort of in a writer's block for the next chapter, because this is the point where I stop and go, "So… what're they gonna be talking about now?" I know what the ending and the 'diagnosis' for Chad will be, it's just the extra parts where they talk about other things that are a little fuzzy. Hmm.

Also, I will make sure that not all of their sessions focus on Sonny entirely. She plays a big role in this fic and is unconsciously an important thing to Chad, but it'd be unrealistic if they talked about her 24/7, especially on the therapist's part. Just wanted to say that in case you think I (well, Chad) might be discussing Sonny a little too much (even though we all know he would love to). ;)

P.S. I made a SWAC forum for plot bunnies, so if any of you guys out there have a fanfic idea you want written or want to write an SWAC fic yourself, go ahead and post there! I've been asking myself if I should still keep it up even though all the forums on SWAC are dead, but just in case…