I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

It was a long, warm day in California, the kind of day where you just want to enjoy the peace until World War 3 comes and kills your balls off. Everyone seemed to be happily relaxed. Well, everyone except Sonny Munroe, that is.

Chad Dylan Cooper was sitting in his dressing room, trying to go to sleep when the door burst open, revealing an upset Sonny Munroe, his girlfriend.

"Chad, I need your help!" Sonny said, gasping for breath. She literally ran non-stop all the way from the commissary to Stage 2.

"Why?" The blue-eyed actor asked, confused. Sonny has never asked him to do her a favor.

"Well you know my teacher, right?"

"Bitterman? The creepy cat lady? The one who asked me if her cat should meet her boyfriend the other day?"

"Uh, yeah, her."

"What about her?"

"Well, you see, the problem is that we have this project and I forgot about it and…you know where this is going, right?"

"No, Sonny I don't. Enlighten me with your stories of you being wrong."

"Are you seriously making me say it?"

"Yup. Talk."

"Fine, I need your help."

"Yeah, you do, don't you?"

"If your head blows out of proportion, I'll punch it back to its original shape, sweetie. Now, you're going to help me? Understand?"

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"I can't believe we're doing this." Chad said. He was currently wearing a black t-shirt, black loose jeans and a pair of black converse. He loved black. He said it brings out his eyes.

He checked out Sonny from behind. She was wearing a black sweater dress, navy blue heels, black tights, a navy blue vest and a navy blue headband.

"Oh, quit whining. We're almost there." Sonny shushed, entering the bland-colored classroom. They saw that it was dark and empty.

"Perfect." Sonny whispered while Chad tripped over a desk. He landed with a big thump and an "owww."

Just about Sonny was going to open the drawer of her teacher's desk, they heard the doorknob turn. The couple quickly hid under the desk.

"Oh, Marshy!"

'Ms. Bitterman and Marshall? Oh, that's just fantastic! Not only am I going to get an F, I'LL GET FIRED TOO! Oh, fudge.' Sonny thought.

"Oh, gross!" Chad exclaimed absentmindedly.

Thankfully, the kissing couple didn't hear because they were to busy…uh…kissing.

"Shh." Sonny shushed

"But it's gross!" Chad whispered.

"Stop being such a chick and think of how we're gonna get outta here!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Oh, I know!" Chad suddenly said and put Sonny's report on the table, chucked a piece of paper on Marshall's bald head and raced out taking Sonny's hand.

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"Nice thinking, Chad!" Sonny exclaimed as they reached his dressing toom. She was prepared to hear a sarcastic, conceited comment but instead heard a snore.

Sonny looked over and saw Chad asleep on his couch. Sonny smiled and kissed his forehead and left as Chad mumbled her name in his sleep.

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"SONNY MUNROE!" Ms. Bitterman screamed.

"Uh-oh."