Authors Note: Hey readers :) This is my very FIRST fanfiction and I'd really love to hear from all of you. I'm not sure whether to continue this or not, But I'm going to need your guyses opinions. Thanks so much. - iOutspoken

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" I screamed. My own scream just woke me up. Wow.

Aww crap. It looked like I had wet myself when really I was in a puddle of my own sweat.

I woke up in a cold sweat.

I was having that dream again, the dream where Chad Dylan Cooper or "Chad Dylan Pooper" as Nico and Brady called him rejected me for Portlyn.

"Girl what the heck is wrong with you?" asked Tawni.

She wasn't spooked by my screaming anymore. I only scared her the first week I was having the dream..seems like she's grown immune to the constant screaming.

"Shh! shh! Nothing, uh, nothings wrong Tawni, trust me."

I didn't need the whole cast to barge in and wonder what the hell was wrong with me. I had told her the same thing for the past week. She raised her left eyebrow and continued to very carefully fluff her blonde curls in front of her vanity.

"Whatever" she said deflated.

For about a week I've been having variations of the same pathetic dream. It was dumb too, it didn't even make any sense, clearly I DON'T have feelings for Pooper. I mean, despite of his sparkly eye, yeah one of them I know, and his soft, blonde hair. There was nothing special about this guy. Every time I've tried to even get close to him, he kills the moment with a sarcastic remark. There's always something to criticize about So Random. At this point I don't even care about him or what he thinks, So Random is the #2 top rated show in America….right behind Mackenzie Falls. The point is this dream was all wrong. Portlyn? Really Chad?Really? She could have him if she wants, I don't care. Not one bit. Even though he can be really sweet, and even though he always smells great. I still don't care though. Not at all.

"I am Sonny Munroe and I don't need some conceited soap star in my life" I whispered. If only I could convince myself that…

I got up and stretched.

"Gross"I mumbled to myself.

It really did look like I wet myself.

"I'll uh, I'll be right back" I said to Tawni.

Not to my surprise though she didn't respond. She seemed mad at me. Whatever, my skinny jeans and t-shirt were damp so I have to change in case I see him. By him I mean Marshal. Definitely Marshal..

I peeled off my sticky clothes and left them in a damp pile in my dressing room. I picked a random pair of jeans and another tee from the costume room and I put them on.

Hmm..I thought, this would be a great idea for a skit..girl drowns clothes in her own sweat, must change quickly before her friends see her and accuse her of peeing herself.

I chuckled to myself. Anybody walking by would've thought I was a crazy person because I was sitting in a room alone laughing to myself. It shouted "freak" but I didn't care. Laughing always made me feel better.

"Looking good Sonny, you don't need him!" I practically yelled into a mirror in the hall.

I skipped down the hall into the studio cafeteria. Alright, alright, so the food was crappy and stale and the room kind of smelled like mothballs but I always found comfort there. Nico and Brady called me over as soon as I walked in and I sat down relieved, into my comfort zone. When I was with my brothers, Chad was the last thing I thought about.

We laughed and talked about future skits, silly costumes and about how much we "all" hate "The Falls." Then it dawned on me..

"Hey where's Tawni?" All I got was an awkward silence. "Umm...hello?"

"Oh um yeah, she's uh, I just remembered I've got to go wash my toes...Bye!" Nico got away smoothly but before Brady could come up with some crap excuse I grabbed him by his crisp polo shirt's collar and I, with my most threatening tone asked

"Where's Tawni?" The "ni" at the end of Tawni came out a little high pitched. I was shocked at how poisonous my words sounded.

"She, uh, she…" Brady wouldn't look me in the eyes, he hesitated before looking down at his shiny sneakers and saying

"She's going around interrogating anybody she can find…"

"About…"I pushed.

"Uh, you know she loves you and you guys are best friends right? I mean she trusted me not to tell you what she was doing…" He whispered nervously

This was how he was gonna tell me? Okay, two could play at this game. I grabbed my chocolate pudding cup and I pulled open the collar of Brady's shirt.

"I've got artificially flavored pudding and I'm not afraid to use it. Full. Story. Now." I threatened.

Brady told all. Along with the useless fact that he had never liked pudding growing up and that the only flavor he could tolerate was pistachio. Tawni was going around from studio to studio asking people what they had done to me and why I was acting so weird. Honestly, I'm really not a violent person, I never have been and I never will be, but right now I feel like punching someone in the face.

I breezed pass the set of Mackenzie Falls, I doubted Tawni would be there, I mean really she hates every single person on that show ; Even the stage crew But then I heard a loud, very familiar voice as I walked past Chad's dressing room.

"What did you do to her!?" yelled the screechy voice

"What the hell are you talking about?" yelled a deeper, manlier voice.

"Sonny just hasn't been the same recently, and the only possible reason here is you!" Yelled the voice I now recognized as Tawni's.

"Look, Blondy, I'm only gonna say this once, what the heck would, me, the greatest actor of our generation be doing on the set of "So Random"?" said the previously manly, now annoying voice. It was Chad.

I creaked the door open just enough to see Chad from his left side, sitting cockily on a directors chair and just enough to see Tawni standing waving her arms around. She looked furious.

"Look, "Blondy", she made air quotes for that last part, "You like Sonny and Sonny likes you……

I gasped. Loudly, too loudly, luckily though the imaginary smoke coming out of Tawni's ears interfered with her hearing.

Do you guys think I'm a complete moron or something? You two are more obvious than the endings to the episodes of Mackenzie Falls! Would you just deal with each other already!?"

I watched anxiously, for Chad to respond I could tell Tawni mentally praised herself on that diss. It was a good one… I'd have to use it sometime. She half smiled and then returned to the cold anger that had taken over her face. Chad sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. It was once in a blue moon when Chad Dylan Cooper looked more like a vulnerable little boy than an arrogant jerk. He didn't speak and neither did she. He ran his fingers through his hair again, really slowly this time though, as if he were trying to make time. After a while he finally spoke.

"I don't know where the hell she is and whether she wants to come or not but tell her to wait outside the studio tonight at 9. You losers can't come though." He said in an even, serious tone.

"Yaaaaaaay! She's gonna be so happpyyyyyy!" Tawni clapped and squealed in delight; to my embarrassment.

"Do you really think so?" He said in a curious tone

Tawni shrugged and started to make her way to the door.

Typical Tawni to giggle and leave Chad on a cliffhanger. Poor ,sweet, arrogant Chad.

At this point I didn't really care though. I was going to be with Chad Dylan Pooper. Alone. And he hadn't picked Portlyn to hang out with tonight. He picked me.

I ran out of there as quickly as I could and casually laid down on the prop rooms couch as if I hadn't heard a thing. Tawni walked in whistling a happy tune, she said a quick "hi" and continued on her way towards her vanity table. She opened her mouth to tell me what I'm sure I'd already heard "on accident" but I had already started daydreaming.

Alison Sonny Munroe Pooper… Alison Pooper....Alison Munroe Pooper…..Sonny Pooper. I mean Cooper dam nit Nico! Sonny Cooper. It had a nice ring to it.

"So uh does this look okay?" I asked Tawni as I crept out of the costume room.

I was wearing the same dress I wore in the "So you think you can pee-pee dance?" skit. I just took a shower and I used some of Tawni's shampoo. I hope she doesn't notice… it smells kind of…expensive. I hope Chad likes it. Along with the dress of course.

It was pretty cute once you forgot about the skit, besides it was blue, like Chad Dylan Coopers (Yes Cooper) always confident eyes. Blue had pretty much become my favorite color. Blue the color of the sky on a June morning, or blue the color of the tranquil ocean. Blue was a symbol of relaxation of happiness. If the "don't worry be happy song" had a color it'd be blue. If Chad were a color he'd easily be blue. Not just one shade though. He'd be baby blue for when he smiles his sincere smiles, when he really cares…when he feels vulnerable. I love that smile. The smile he gave to me when I was "injured" during musical chairs….the smile he used to try to cover up how he really felt when I gently lifted his arm off of my shoulder and told him that our fake date was over. He'd also be a dark, metallic-y blue. Like the kinds of blue you see on blueberries, that blue would be for when he was his usual cocky, jerk, charming self. The dark blue would serve as his shell. The shell he used to cover up his sweet, open side. The shell he'd put on to diss me when we passed each other in the studio, or the shell he'd tried to use during our fake date. The shell he'd wear on the set of Mackenzie Falls or the shell he'd rarely open up to the "randoms". The shell I'm sure I could break through if he'd let me.

"Oh god, Sonny you look worse than.. oh whoops! I can't think of anybody you look worse than." Said Tawni sarcastically.

"Oh, uhmm , I'll go change.." I said in a sad tone

Tawni noticed she hurt me. A flicker of guilt passed over her face and she looked sincere, until she looked at the reflective screen on her phone. Nothing made her happier than her own reflection. Everybody has their own source of happiness. You know ..the little things. I feed off of the energy I get on stage in front of the live studio audience. I love making the people that got me here laugh. That's my reflection.

"Aw, Sonny I'm sorry, I'll help you, I know how much tonight means to you...And to me. Actually we should go over bite, wipe, and gloss a few times seeing as how I got tonight for you…maybe you could shampoo my hair later." She said as she got up off of her mirror vanities chair and came over to me.

"Tawniiiii please can we just get this over with...I don't want to be late." I said in an off tone.

What I meant was...I can't be late I need to be there. I didn't need Tawni to hear the pleading in my voice though. She was milking this enough already, as is.

"Here try this on, try this on and put this over the red one." demanded Tawni.

"Okay, Okay I'm going!" I said in a rushed tone.

To be honest I was pretty aggravated. Don't tell her I said this but pretty much all of the clothes Tawni was lending me were a size too big. I didn't complain though. Tawni Hart really was my best friend.

"Okay, How do I look now, I don't want to look like I tried too hard." I said in a worried tone.

"Sonny you look great, not as stunning as me of course but yeah you look nice… and I think its time for you to go, its past 8:50." said Tawni.

"Oh uh okay..." I said quickly as Tawni practically threw me out of the prop room. Not before hugging me though.

"Wow Sonny, your hair smells really familiar to me, looks great though, bye!" said Tawni giggling

"Oh you silly! I'm sure the chemicals in your hairspray have gotten to you!" I laughed a loud, nervous, fake laugh and was shoved out of the room.

Then it hit me. Tawni'sideat of "nice" was pink, and feathers, and flowers and hearts. I mean, I was wearing her clothes, and pretty much all of it had some kind of pink animal print on it… At this point it didn't matter though I couldn't ditch Chad just to change my clothes. If he liked me, he'd like me no matter what I was wearing. I grabbed a lock of my hair and sniffed it, don't laugh, the smell of strawberries always soothes my nerves, only now the warm, carefree scent of strawberry wasn't there, my hair smelled kind of salty and medicine-y. It was "salon shampoo" they all smelled kind of medicine-y. I instantly missed the comfortable scent of fresh strawberries.

I rushed outside and found myself practically lost on a warm, pitch-black night. I was unfamiliar with this part of the studio…and I left my phone in the back pocket of my skinny jeans. What if Chad left? Where did he go? Oh no! It was just like my dream! He's probably with Portlyn right now! I caught my breath and sighed. I told myself to relax. Chad isn't a total jerk. Well…actually, he is Americas most hated puppy-shover...

"Hey, Cutie" said a deep, unfamiliar, not Chad voice.

I felt rough hands on my shoulders. I looked up and in the dark night all I saw was a dark silhouette just barely looming over me.

My first and only reaction was to scream. So I did.

Authors Note; Did you like it? Let me know, if I should add more. I'm debating whether or not to, because it took me a few hours to write but if you guys can motivate me enough I promise to do an entire story full of chapters ;). Thanks so much readers, iOutspoken