Just Go With It

It's no mystery that Sonny Munroe was always happy. That smile, that laugh…but sometimes, even the most cheery and, well, sunny, person in the world has their breaking point.

What's hers?

Three words: Chad. Dylan. Cooper.

Sure, he's hot, a little smart when he wants to, and the sweetest person ever when his ego isn't taking over his brain, but, to Sonny at least, most of the time he's like…like…like Tawni when her precious lipgloss runs out; a whiner, only focused on themselves, a little insensitive…and screams a lot.

Also conceited.

That's why when they were called to Mr. Condor's office earlier that day, she was confused.

Was it about their fight the other day?

Or the one a few hours ago?

"Allison Munroe and Chad Dylan Cooper to Mr. Condor's office please," muttered a nasally, monotone female voice through the intercom.

Chad and Sonny glanced at each other for a moment, similar looks of confusion and fear on their faces.

They entered the large, gloomy, dark office together, side by side. They watched as Mr. Condor talked to some poor guy over the phone.

"Late? I was waiting in that café for almost five minutes! Do you have ANY idea how much time was wasted?" There was a pause. "I don't care if his wife was giving birth to some child! No one makes a Condor wait!" Another pause. "I don't care, Michael! Fire him! It was his choice to make that kid! If he doesn't leave my studio right this second, I swear I'll kick that piece of scum in the –"

Mr. Condor turned around and noticed the two standing in the middle of his office awkwardly, then slammed the phone shut, ignoring the screams of disagreement of a male voice. "Oh, you two are here."

"Hey, Mr. C," Chad greeted. Sonny nudged him in the stomach and looked at him pointedly.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Condor," Sonny said politely, her sweet smile almost making Chad inwardly gag.

"Sonny, Chad. Take a seat."

The two quickly followed, both taking a seat on Mr. Condor's dark blue sofa, sitting as far away from each other as possible. But Mr. Condor didn't like that.

"Why are you two seating so far away? Move closer!" Mr. Condor's voice boomed. Startled, Sonny and Chad moved a few inches closer together.

"You call that closer?"

Sonny and Chad moved closer more. They looked at each other for a moment, both looking a bit terrified.

"CLOSER!"

And before they knew it, they were both squished next to each other uncomfortably. Sonny blushed lightly, looking down with her dark hair covering the sides of her face. Chad scratched the back of his head awkwardly, looking over at Sonny then at Mr. Condor.

"Perfect!" Mr. Condor's loud clap and unexpected smile made both Sonny and Chad jump. "Now, listen. You two may have heard of those co-stars dating and then their shows' rating skyrocketing, right?"

"I don't like where this is going," Chad muttered to Sonny low enough for only the two of them to hear. Sonny nodded slightly, a weird look on her face. It was a mix of terror, confusion, and a little happiness.

"So, what I'm trying to tell you is that I, and both of your directors, want you two, the stars, to fake-date!"

A little prologue. Should I continue? Review please! :)

-Gabby