It feels like I haven't written a new fic in a long time. Truth is, I've been so busy with school and everything that I haven't had enough time to be inspired. Buttttttt! I saw Demi Lovato at Bamboozle about two weeks back (along with about 25 other bands- who were all great, by the way) and that's left me wanting to write something new.

I'm not entirely sure where this story came from. And I hope you like it, but if you don't, I won't be mad, haha. I realize it's kind of... I don't know. Out there? I've never really seen anyone write another story like this so I'm working on no prior experience here -__-

I'll just stop talking and let you get to the fic. haha.

DISCLAIMER: I in no way, shape, or form, own any of the characters in this story. The most I own is the plotline.

"Hey Sonny!" Sonny turned, the smile on her face quickly being replaced by a scowl. Chad ignored this as he coolly walked up to her.

"Hey, I have a question for you." He said, shooting her his famous pearly white smile.

Sonny sighed "Chad, I'm kind of busy right now." She held up the script in her hands and waved it around a bit. "Can this wait a little bit long-"

"Do you have any strange scars or birthmarks on your body that aren't visible because your clothing usually covers it, and if so, what exactly does it look like, and can you possibly draw me a picture of it?"

Sonny stared.

Chad stayed smiling, a notebook and pen held eagerly in his hands as he awaited her response.

"Uhm. What?"

Chad rolled his eyes but continued to smile. "Sonny, Sonny, Sonny. Normally I wouldn't repeat myself, but I'll make a special exception for you. I said, do you-"

"I know what you said, Chad. My question is, what?"

"... I fail to understand what exactly your question is."

Sonny stared, hoping this was some kind of joke.

Chad stared back, that annoying smile still on his face.

Finally, she asked, "Is this... is this some kind of joke or something?"

"I don't understand the humor in this situation...?"

"Chad, do you have any idea what you just asked me?"

"Of course I do. I asked, do you-"

"Again, I heard you the first time. My question is, why do you want to know?"

"I have this thing I'm working on, and it would be so much easier if I had some kind of reference point or something. Especially coming from the original source."

"What exactly is this 'thing'?"

Chad sighed. "It's called fanfiction."

Sonny blinked. "Fanfiction. Really."

"Yeah. You know what it is?"

"No. But I'm guessing it's exactly what it's name suggests?"

"Yeah, basically. And I wrote one once before on this website, and I don't know, I thought it was pretty amazing, especially since I wrote it. I mean, it had Portlyn being kidnapped away by a band of crazy New Jersey frat boys who held her captive, and then I, being trained previously as a child in the art of both ju-jitsu and goju karate, went and rescued her by beating the frat boys up and then leaving them paralyzed on a street a few blocks away from where the ringleader of the group lived. It was a freakin' masterpiece, y'know?" He paused as he took a breath.

Sonny stayed silent. With Chad, sometimes things were better left unsaid.

Chad continued. "But then, when I posted it, I only got two reviews! One of them was some girl, her name was SWACLOVER97, and she thought it was 'alright.' Alright! Can you believe that? And then another girl, she's MacFalls67, and she thinks she's like, the queen of the Mackenzie Falls section. I mean, she has like, 30 stories- and I've read them all, and none of them are that great and she always writes my character as either someone incredibly stupid or incredibly self centered, which is so not true in both cases- and each of those stories has like, 60 reviews each. She reviews on mine, and she goes, 'way too unbelievable, you need to do research on your characters a bit before you write something as horrible as this.' And I'm all, what the heck? I am that character!"

Sonny rolled her eyes and clapped her hands to get Chad's attention. "As fascinating as this story is, is there actually a point?"

"Yeah, my point is, I'm writing another story to show that MacFalls67 girl up. And I figured, hey, it wouldn't hurt to take her advice. So I'm getting background information on each of my characters."

"So, okay, wait." Sonny rubbed her temples. I am so not in the mood for this right now. "You're including me in your fanfiction?"

"Well, yeah. It's going to be this epic story in which Chad saves Sonny- that's you, by the way- from a fire raging inside of her dressing room from when she was working on her new fireman sketch, and then Sonny is obsessed with him and eventually falls in love with Chad, but then Chad is in love with the nurse that helped to revive Sonny after she got out. It's gonna be great, but I need to know a few things first. So, scars or birthmarks?"

Sonny looked at the script in her hands for a second. Then she looked at Chad's face, which was still as eager as it was before. "And you're not leaving until I tell you?"

"I'm not leaving 'til you tell me."

Sonny looked back at her script. I can't believe I'm doing this. "Well, there is one on my lower back…"

Sonny smiled contentedly as she observed her meatball sub from every angle. How best do I attack this? She thought for a second, and then like a lion, she pounced.

"Sonny!"

Sonny dropped her sub. On her lap.

"Are you serious right now, Chad?" Sonny cried out, exasperated. Because, seriously. Meatball sub. On her lap. She feels like crying. And Chad's sitting there like nothing is wrong, and she really really really wants to kill him.

"Oh, be quiet, cry baby. I have more important things to talk about."

"Chad, these were my favorite jeans and-"

"If you were to try and stop the guy you like from falling in love with another girl, do you think you'd try and sabotage that girl by ruining her family, friends, career, and eventually her life, or would you pour out all of your feelings to the guy and cross your fingers and hope he feels the same way? I don't want you to be too O-O-C in the new chapter I'm working on."

Sonny closed her eyes and began slamming her head on the table.

"Hey now," Chad said, slightly alarmed. "That wasn't exactly an option."

Sonny picked her head up and glared. "Chad, my pants are ruined, I have no lunch, and you are asking me about fanfiction. You find nothing wrong with any of this?"

"Well, yeah. Your pants are ruined. You should really pay attention when you eat."

"Chad-"

"Sonny."

Sonny let out a cry of frustration and slammed her head on the table again. "Chad, I don't even know what O-O-C means."

"Uhm, out of character? Duh?"

"You say that like I'm supposed to know that. When are you giving up this whole 'show one of my fans up by writing more creepy stories about my character and my enemy' plan?"

"When I get more reviews than her! My latest chapter got close to 25 of them. Granted, one of them was from that stupid MacFalls67 person who said that my characters were still to outrageous to be believeable, and then 6 others were from people telling me that they didn't think my work flowed well enough. But still, almost 25!" Chad finishes with a smile.

Sonny glares some more.

Chad's smile falters a bit. "I can see you're not in the mood." He thinks hard for a second, and then his cocky smile- his stupid, stupid cocky smile- is back on his face. "I know! You'd probably try and be the supportive friend that secretly hates the other girl but wants what's best for the guy you love. And you'd probably try and tell that guy that he's amazing and he needs someone that will be there for him through everything, and that if it's not you it's okay, as long as he's with someone he really truly loves. And you'd do it all without crying, since you're all smiley all the time." He glanced at her face. Sonny is giving him a death glare. "Well, most of the time."

"Chad, you are paying for my lunch."

Sonny doesn't mean to. She really, really, really doesn't mean to. She knew it wasn't any of her business, but then again, he posts it on the internet for everyone to see. And she's apart of everyone, isn't she?

And so she goes searching.

And what does she find?

She finds that she really wants to kill Chad.

She can't believe he wrote her like this, like she was just some ditzy brunette who's so naïve about Hollywood and love and blah blah blah.

'She stared at Chad longingly, a tiny flicker of hope appearing in her heart as he glanced back at her and smiled. She loved him with all of the intensity her being could come up with- that beautiful blonde hair, those gorgeous blue eyes, the way his teeth were always perfectly white. She needed him in her life, and she wasn't going to stop until he was.'

Really? Really?

And so she can't be blamed when she prints out the whole story, tells Marshall she needs an hour long break to commit a murder, and heads over to the set of Mackenzie Falls.

She barges into Chad's dressing room without knocking and holds up the story. "What the hell is this?"

Chad sullenly looked up from his laptop. "Sonny, I don't have time for this."

"Well, I do." Sonny marched up to him and glared, but before she could utter another word, she looked at his face. It was sad.

Dammit, she thought. "What's wrong, Chad?"

Chad sighed. "I haven't been getting the kind of response I was hoping for with my newest chapter. They all think I'm a horrible writer, and that I need to work on my punctuation, grammar, and characterization. Can you believe that? I write scripts for Mackenzie Falls, I'm getting an A in English! I even put in that little thing that I do every morning with my hair gel! They should be loving everything I put out!"

Sonny was having an internal argument. On one hand, she could yell at him for his (wrong) portrayal of her and risk making him even sadder than he already is. On the other, she could try and comfort him and he could maybe see that what he's doing is stupid and that he needs to stop. She went with the latter and crossed her fingers.

"Don't be too sad," she said. She flipped through the story, trying to find something to comment on. "I liked how you described my eyes as 'two orbs of light and happiness, hidden behind a long, dark brown fringe of hair.'"

Chad looked up, his whole body pepping up. "Really?"

"Really," Sonny lies. Be nice be nice be nice.

"Thanks, Sonny! Y'know, I think I'm gonna keep going with this. It's nice knowing that at least someone likes it. Even if, y'know, it's you."

Sonny clenched her teeth. Be nice! She smiled, tightening her hand into a fist. "No problem."

"So," Chad says, leaning back in his chair and smiling at her. "What exactly are you doing here?"

"Oh." Sonny debates. Her nice side wins. "I was just, y'know, wondering exactly why in your story you have me as a hopeless romantic that's completely infatuated with you."

"Well, because we're an OTP."

"We're… a what?"

"An OTP," Chad explained calmly. "It's short for 'One True Pairing.' Apparently, a lot of these people are in love with the idea of Chad and Sonny falling in love."

"So why can't you break us up and you end up with… I don't know, Portlyn, or something?"

Chad looked shocked at the very idea. "Because Chad and Portlyn aren't an OTP! Au contraire, they're pretty much hated by the rest of the Mackenzie Falls writers on that site. Remind me to tell my producer that."

Sonny thought for a second. "So. You don't find writing stories about me and you being together at all weird?"

Chad blinked. "Should I?"

Sonny walks back to the So Random! set a few minutes later looking disgruntled.

"How'd that murder go?" Nico asked, glancing up from his Gameboy.

"It didn't. But it's probably gonna happen sometime soon."

When Sonny walks into her dressing room a few days later, Chad's sitting on her couch and typing away on his laptop. "What are you doing in here?"

Chad looked up and smiled. "Oh, hey. I just came in here looking for you about a half an hour ago because I needed you to beta my story. Marshall found me and I told him what I was doing, and he told me he wanted a love interest, so." He made a gesture to his laptop screen.

Sonny closed her eyes and calmed herself. "Beta?"

"You proofread my story."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because you're the only one who believes in me."

Sonny looked at him. Chad looked back, all honesty in his eyes. "Chad, I really hate you sometimes. And you're becoming pretty- what was that again? OC." She held out her hand. "But give me your laptop."

"Sonny, if I were to tell you that I have a life threatening, skin eating disease, and that it's not contagious but I'm dying in a little over 24 hours, would you spend your time helping me fulfill all of the things I've always said I've wanted to do before kissing me softly on the lips and telling me that it was the best day you'd ever had and that you'd remember if for all of your days, or would you spend it treating me normally because you refuse to believe something bad could be happening to me until I'm lying on my deathbed, and then you confess all of your feelings to me before I die a sad death and then you pull out a knife and tragically stab yourself to be with me in the afterlife like star-crossed lovers?"

"Chad, I don't know how you got my number, but I'm disconnecting this phone as soon as I hang up."

"121 reviews!" Chad yells, and Sonny is so startled that she accidentally spills her bottle of Arizona iced tea all over her clothes.

"Chad! What the-"

"Look!" Chad shoves the laptop into her face. "121 reviews! I beat that MacFalls67 girl! And I won a 'Chad hearts Sonny' fic contest!"

Angry as she is, Sonny just can't seem to bring Chad down when he's practically bouncing with excitement. "That's great, Chad. Does this mean that this fanfiction writing thing is over, now?"

Chad smiles. "Yeah, I'm done. Hey, y'know, since you're technically my first fan, we should definitely celebrate."

"What exactly do you have in mind?" Sonny has no intention of celebrating with him, but she can humor him, at least.

"Well, obviously, let's go out to eat. We need to be seen in public together, so that people will take pictures and post them online and then all the little fanfiction writers can make even more stories that have potential to beat that MacFalls67."

"I thought you were done." Sonny raised an eyebrow.

Chad grinned sheepishly. "Okay. How 'bout this: I'll go order some Chinese food and we can just chill out here."

"Why are you being so nice?"

"Because we're an OTP, obviously."

Sonny gave him a confused look. "You mean our characters in your fanfiction, right?"

Chad laughed. "If you say so, Sonny," he said, before swiftly walking out of her dressing room.

You see that little button down there? The one that says review on it? Yeah, the only way I know you like this story is if you tell me. So please, tell me.

Oh, and I have something else for you kids. I do photography, and I took a bunch of pictures of Demi Lovato for you guys. so if you want to see those pictures, check out my profile for the link to my flickr (: