Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny with a chance

"Roses are red and violets are blue…" I paused.

For our English homework this week Mrs. Bitterman assigned each one of us to write a poem. The poem had to be at least eight lines and had to be appropriate. This was harder than I originally thought.

I groaned, "Roses are red and violets are blue, I hate broccoli and so do you?" I tried. Honestly I almost had a guaranteed F just waiting for me. I sighed, scribbling out the previous so called poem I wrote.

I crumpled the piece of paper in my hand and tossed it behind my shoulder. Maybe I could call in sick tomorrow…but wait we have filming on Wednesday can't miss that.

My thought were suddenly interrupted by a voice I knew too well, "Roses are red and violets are blue I hate broccoli and so do you." I turned around to see Chad reading off the paper I had carelessly thrown across the room.

"Wow Munroe, I appreciate you trying to write me a love poem and all, but could you make it more original?" He asked egotistically.

I glared at him. "They're not for you, they're for homework." I sneered. Chad shrugged, "Somehow, I don't think you'll get a very good grade." He informed me.

I rolled my eyes at him. "If you're so good at making poems why don't you try it? It's not as easy as it seems!" I challenged.

Chad paused for a second before replying, "Roses are red and violets are blue, god made me handsome what happened to you?" He snickered lightly as I just glared at him.

"Yeah well, roses are red and violets are blue, Zac Efron's hot and waaaaaay better than you!" I countered. It was Chad's turn to glare.

"Roses are red and violets are blue,

If I had a lawyer I would sue."

Chad threatened.

"Roses are red and violets are blue, you're even jerkier than anyone else I ever knew." I kept up. Chad paused before continuing, "Roses are red and violets are blue, change your ring tone instead of that annoying moo."

I shook my head, unbelievable how immature he was being, "Roses are red and violets are blue, I'm busy and I have work to do!" I said, pushing him out the door.

"Wait Sonny wait!"

"What?" I spat?

"Roses are red and violets are blue, the stove is hot and so are you." He said smoothly, adding a smile at the end.

I couldn't help but smile too, for some reason I could never stay mad at him.

I reopened the door for him, as he timidly stepped back in.

"Still need help on that poem?" he asked me. "Nah." came my reply.

Roses are red and violets are blue

It's no secret that I love you

I hitch a breath when you are near

When you come closer, I'm gasping for air

I want you close I want you now

I'm falling faster than I usually allow

My mood ring traces are covered by hate

I can't stop thinking that this is all fate

Bottled up inside are feelings I'll never show

Thing's I never told you, things you'll never know

I can't like you, can't have you, can't hold you, can't see you

Roses are red and violets are blue

I built up walls, but you're breaking through

And I just end up loving you

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