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Disclaimer: Don't own Sonny With a Chance!

You stride into the cafeteria like you own it. March up to the mean old lady who serves us our pile of mush every day, and she hands you a steaming plate of roast chicken. People go out of their way to make you happy, and you hardly even notice.

You pass me by without even acknowledging my presence. I roll my eyes and ignore you. But I'm not really ignoring you. How could I? Your stupidly perfect hair, your annoyingly gorgeous blue eyes. You demand the attention of everyone around you without even trying.

You've dated girl after girl after girl, tossing each one to the side when you've grown tired of her. You're like a little kid with a magnifying glass. Which ant can I burn next?

We don't even get along most of the time. We fight on a daily basis, and our shows have a long-standing rivalry with each other.

Why on earth, then, can't I stop thinking about you?

It's like everywhere I go, I can't escape the image of you in my mind. I close my eyes and you're there. Every conversation I have somehow ends up reminding me of you. Nico is crushing on the new girl who delivers pizza? Chad probably went out with her… I wonder if he's single right now. Tawni ran out of lip gloss? I wonder what Chad's lips would feel like against mine…

And when we're together? Regardless of whether we're talking, arguing, or just happen to be standing in the same room together… my heart races, my throat clenches, and it becomes an unbelievable effort just to get words out to form a sentence.

I manage to keep all of these feelings, this insane surge or want, to myself. My friends would flip out if they knew, and honestly, I just keep hoping it's temporary. That eventually the feelings will pass and I'll be able to move on to bigger, better things. Because there's more to life than Chad Dylan Cooper.

The thing is, though, I can't. I can't let it go, no matter how desperately I want to. You have this grasp on me that you don't even know about, and it's suffocating me. I've lost all control; you have a power over me that is all-consuming and at any given moment, you can shatter my heart to pieces or make it swell with desire. Desire to feel. Desire to love, and desire to be loved. By you.

You sit with your posse at your table, and I sit with my friends at mine. We're barely ten feet away from each other, but I may as well be ten miles away. You don't even know I'm here, wishing you'd let down your guard for just a little while. Wishing you could see me, waiting for you.

Wishing you could feel the same way I do.