A/N- ohai there again.

Yes, this is another oneshot. Another Taylor Swift song-related oneshot.

That girl is just somethin'.

Anyway, this is a songfic to the song Ours by Taylor Swift. (It's on the deluxe edition. Which reminds me of this conversation I had on the weekend:

Me: "You have to get the one where she's wearing a red dress."

Cousin: "I thought it was the purple dress?"

Me: "No, the red dress."

Aunty: "Is there some kind of preference thing going on here? Does she look better in the red dress?"

Everyone: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" )

Once again, I do not own Sonny with a Chance, its characters, plotlines, or any other awesome things. I do not own Ours by Taylor Swift either. (But I do own the album Speak Now. It's epic.) The only things I own are any new characters and plots, and a packet of skittles. No copyright infringement was intended.

CHECK IT OUT! CHECK IT OUT! -a super giant really special fantabulously awesome shoutout to York-Hunt for telling me that I said 'lollipop' 8 times in the last disclaimer! You deserve a medal for actually reading that thang. (:

Sonny stepped out into the elevator, leaving the fresh morning air behind her. She'd been feeling in the song-writing mood lately, and a line suddenly popped into her head.

"Elevator buttons and morning air."

She brushed it to the back of her mind and stood in silence, wishing she'd taken the stairs. There was nothing worse than awkward elevator rides.

"Stranger silence makes me wanna take the stairs."

Her phone pinged, and she pulled it out. Immediately confronted by a picture of Chad, her memory got the best of her and suddenly she was daydreaming.

Sonny loved nothing more than the feel of Chad's fingers intertwined with hers, which was what had helped her to get on this elevator ride.

Against all logic.

She hadn't realised that she was actually in the centre point of every nightmare she'd ever had until the giant metal doors shut with a clang.

"Chad."

That was all she could get out. A measly whisper.

"I'm here, beautiful. It's okay." He assured, squeezing their intertwined hands.

She nodded, took a deep breath, and counted the floors.

20.

19.

18.

She hadn't realised there were this many floors when they scaled the stairs…

17.

16.

15.

She hadn't realised she'd started hyperventilating until Chad was rubbing her back in soothing circles.

"This was too soon. We can get off at the next floor if you want. I love stairs."

Sonny shook her head.

"No, I can do this."

14.

13.

12.

"Can we get off?"

They got off on floor 11.

"I'm sorry." She whispered as they crossed the floor to the stairwell.

"Don't ever be sorry for speaking up. You just look after yourself, Sonny, and everything else will fall into place."

She wrapped her arms around him as they descended the start of 11 flights of stairs.

"I don't get how everyone in that elevator could stay so calm."

Chad nodded.

"Well, they've probably had a lot of practice."

"Yeah, but did you see their faces? They were so blank!"

Chad chuckled, causing Sonny to giggle.

"If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares, but right now, my time is theirs."

The doors slid open, awakening Sonny from her daydreaming. She left the elevator with a goofy grin on her face.

That's when she remembered her phone.

She looked down to see a text message from 'The Pretty One'.

Clearly, Tawni had borrowed her phone again.

"Hey, Sonny,

Have you seen the headlines?

Apparently your father has spoken out, saying he doesn't approve of Chad for his 'baby girl'.

I know this probably isn't what you want to hear, but I thought I'd let you know before you get bombarded in the parking lot.

They're everywhere out there.

Good luck. We'll talk when you get in if you want.

Love, Tawni. Xo"

Sonny's head was spinning. Her father? The one she hadn't spoken to since she was five?

Nuh-ah.

"Seems like there's always someone who disapproves. They'll judge it like they know about me and you."

Sonny moved through the parking lot quickly, trying to avoid questions.

She did, however, hear one statement that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

"The choice has been made, Channy just aren't right for each other. But will time tear them apart?"

I'll tear you apart! Sonny thought with an internal grimace.

"And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do. The jury's out, but my choice is you."

She rushed through the halls, hell bent on the door she knew she had to come across sooner or later.

Just as she got to the big, shiny, double-door, star-clad dressing room door, it flung open and nearly knocked her off her feet.

"Whoa, I'm sorry! Oh, Sonny!" the most angelic of all voices said, intertwining his fingers with hers.

"Chad!" she said, finding herself in his arms within seconds of the last syllable leaving her lips.

"I love you." He whispered. "I heard the news."

"Me too. I can't believe him."

"Do you really care what they say?"

"Not the news castors… my fans. They've helped me so much. It'd be nice to have them on my side."

"If they were really fans, they'd be happy that you're happy."

"I just don't get this. Why are they saying all this stuff about us?"

"People throw rocks at things that shine."

"So don't you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine and life makes love look hard."

Her frown softened.

"See, there we go." He said, chuckling. "I want my Sonny back. No more being sad."

She gave him a small smile, and he pecked her cheek in return.

"Don't worry about them."

"I love you."

"I love you just a tiny bit more."

"The stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours."

"Breaking news!"

Sonny rolled her eyes and flipped the TV off at the first sight of blonde hair paired with her own brown.

"It's incredible what people can come up with."

She turned around, only to see Chad give her a signature wink from his place against the doorframe.

"According to Gossip Teen Daily .com, you're pregnant. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was hoping to hide it for a little bit longer."

He faked shock.

"I thought you were pure!"

"Oh, snap. You caught me." She teased.

"All these months we've been wasting!" he cried, clearly over-acting now.

"Y'know, if it wasn't for cheesy acting like that, I might actually watch Mackenzie Falls."

"You did not just say that."

"Didn't I, Chad? Didn't I really?"

"You never know what people have up their sleeves."

"Is TV's Sonny Munroe lying about her purity? We have a video from one of Chad's ex girlfriends that shows Sonny and Chad talking about the matter."

"Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me. Lurking in the shadows with their lip gloss smiles,"

"SONNY!"

"Uh, Mom… if you're about to yell at me because of the news, I can explain…"

"YOU'D BETTER EXPLAIN THIS, SONNY MUNROE."

Sonny's mother appeared at her door, an angry look on her face and her hands on her hips.

"Mother… please. Let me explain."

Her mother calmed down slightly, and sat on the bed beside her.

"No-one wants Chad and I to be together."

She picked up Sonny's hand and ran her finger over her purity ring.

"Is that a reason to give up on what you believe in?"

"No, I didn't. I swear. Chad had heard a rumour that I was pregnant. We were laughing it off."

"Are you sure, 'cause I'd understand if-

"Mom, I'm sure."

"Good. And don't you worry about those stupid rumours and news programs. All that matters is how you and Chad feel."

Just as she finished the last word, there was a knock at the door.

"Speak of the Chad." Sonny's mother said, smirking.

"You don't know it's him."

"Sonny? It's me!" called Chad from behind the door.

Sonny's mom gave her a look, which caused Sonny to poke a soft pink tongue at her.

"I'll get it." Sonny said.

When she opened the door, she was immediately wrapped in Chad's arms.

"Hey,"

"Hey yourself." He said.

They stood like this for a while, just happy to forget about the news and have it just be the two of them.

"But I don't care, 'cause right now you're mine."

"It's not theirs to speculate if it's wrong, and

Your hands are tough but they are where mine belong in.

I'll fight their doubt and give you faith,

With this song for you." Sonny sang, shifting her guitar slightly on her lap and scanning the crowd again.

Her eyes caught Chad's and she let her mind wander to the memories that inspired the lyrics in her latest song.

"'cause I love the gap between your teeth."

Chad was staring intently at his pocket mirror, frowning.

"Don't frown, it'll give you wrinkles." Sonny whispered, walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Sonny," he breathed.

"Whatcha frownin' about?"

"I have gaps between my teeth!"

"What? No, you don't."

"Yes, I do. I was going to do an advertisement for toothpaste, but they knocked me back 'cause my teeth have gaps that are 0.000001 millimetres bigger than average! I'M FLAWED!"

Sonny rolled her eyes.

"You're reminding me of Tawni."

"Oh, no!"

"And anyway," Sonny said, spinning his chair around, "I love the gaps between your teeth."

"And I love the riddles that you speak."

"Give me food, and I will live; give me water and I will die. What am I?"

"Uhh, Chad?"

"No, it's a riddle, silly."

His arms wrapped around Sonny's waist from behind.

"Uhm… I really don't know. What is it?"

"Fire."

"Ohh, that's good."

"I know."

She could just hear him popping his collar.

"I have another."

"Let's hear it."

"The man who invented it doesn't want it. The man who brought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?"

"Garbage?"

"Nice try. It's a coffin."

"And any snide remarks from my mother about your tattoos will be ignored, 'cause my heart is yours." [A/N- I had to change it to 'mother' because of Sonny's situation with her father in this story… kbai.]

"Oh my gosh." Sonny said, her laptop on her knees and her face mere inches away from it.

"What?" her mother asked, putting a cup of hot chocolate down in front of Sonny.

"Can Chad come over tonight?"

"It's 10.30!"

"Yeah, but I have to see it in person!"

"See what?"

"He got a tattoo!"

"What?"

"Yeah! I don't know how he could go through all that again, and again, and again."

"How many tattoos does he have?"

"well, 3 now."

"You know what they say about tattoos…."

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that."

"What's it of?"

"A sun."

"Why?"

"Sun…Sunny… Sonny." She said, eventually pointing at herself.

"Oh. OH! Aw, that's sweet."

"So don't you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine and life makes love look hard. Don't you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine, but they can't take what's ours. They can't take what's ours. The stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours." Sonny sang, the last syllable and strum of the guitar echoing throughout the crowded hall.

Suddenly the audience burst into cheers.

"And that was Sonny Munroe, ladies and gentlemen!"

A/N- In my personal opinion, that story was WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too fluffy. But it doesn't matter what I think.

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