Hi guys! My first SWAC fic ever. I hope you enjoy. The idea just popped into my mind, and decided to write it down.

Obviously, I don't own anything or anyone.

"We can so beat you at anything Chad Dylan Cooper!"

"Can you Sonny? Can you really?"

Sonny Munroe stood, fuming, glaring at Chad Dylan Cooper, who was smirking with delight. Of course, the two got into a huge argument, yet again, over who was the better cast/person. Chad thought he was, because he had a dramatic show (pu-lease, Sonny had exclaimed, rolling her eyes) and Sonny thought she was because she was funny (yeah right! Elmo's funnier than you, Chad had scoffed). The two continued their heated argument in the cafeteria, while everyone around them watched.

Nico Harris and Grady Mitchell were laughing at this exchange, Tawni Hart wasn't even paying attention (she was looking at her fan mail, e-mail style) and Zora Lancaster was just rolling her eyes as she ate her lunch.

"Well, duh!" Sonny said loudly. Everyone tried to eat and act normally, but in reality, they were all half listening, curious to see what would happen (with the exception of Tawni and Portlyn, who were too busy on their e-mails to care). Sonny was fuming, looking directly at Chad. Sure, Sonny came onto the show not even five months previous, but she got to know everyone well, even Chad.

Suddenly, Chad gave her a mischievous-looking smile that Sonny did not trust. "Oh really? Care to make a little…challenge?" he suggested. Sonny raised her eyebrows.

"What kind of bet?" she asked curiously. Chad smirked.

"Ok, we'll set up something to play. If we beat you at it, you have to switch over to our show for two full months as a recurring character. No 'So Random!' skits at all," Chad challenged. Sonny shook her head.

"Chad, no way! I mean, I love working on So Random! It's the best gig ever. Can't I work on both shows?" Sonny pleaded. Chad shook his blonde hair.

"Nope. We'd have to work out a… schedule, and it would take too much time. Are you chicken?" Chad taunted playfully. Sonny felt a fire grow inside of her, shaking her head.

"No. It's a deal. And when our team wins, you have to work on So Random for two months. Though it wouldn't be good for our show," Sonny added. Chad mock gasped.

"Are you declaring me unfunny?" he asked. Sonny nodded, planting her hands on her hips.

"Of course. I can act, but you can't be funny. We'll give it a try though. If you're too awful, we'll put you in the background of every sketch. You can take Grady's regular roles of playing what comes out of Nico," Sonny joked. Chad glared.

"Well, you're on!" Chad said confidentially. Sonny grinned as she held out her hand.

"Shake on it?" she said. Chad nodded and let his hand touch hers, shaking it roughly. Sonny ignored the stupid little spark that flew through her hand just then. She didn't like it one bit (even though it secretly felt nice). She was shaking her enemy's hand. Sonny pulled her hand away, and smirked.

"Great. So, uh, what are we competing for? I mean, what are we playing? Not something childish like Musical Chairs again," Chad said. Sonny smiled.

"Mini Olympics? What are we? Ten?" Chad asked, not amused. Sonny smiled.

"Well, I'm not, but in your case-" Sonny trailed off, laughing as they stood in the park, the whole park set up, camera crew and reporters galore. Everyone heard about the bet between Sonny and Chad, and came to watch. They all were there in comfortable clothes. Tawni was clearly not happy, mostly because she hated exercising, but she was willing to try, since in her heart, she didn't want Sonny to go (who else would I annoy? Tawni wondered).

The referee, Mrs. Bitterman weirdly enough was standing between the two teams. She was explaining the five different competitions they would be competing in. There was the three legged race, the sack race, 400 m race, poodle noodle javelin and tug of war. The rules were simple of course. As Mrs. Bitterman explained them, Sonny half listened, glancing to Chad with a smirk. She would so win this. Back in Wisconsin, she was a pro at Mini Olympics. They played every school year since grade 1. Most of these games (besides the javelin) were very familiar to her. She was excellent at this, and was sure she'd win.

"Ok, the first event, the 400 m race, is about to begin!" Mrs. Bitterman called. Before this, they picked out what races they'd participate in. Sonny would sit out on the 400 m race, while Zora, Nico and Tawni would be going (Portlyn, Robert, and Jeffery from Chad's team would be racing for). Before the race started, she saw Tawni and Portlyn arguing. Tawni glared and got into position. As soon as Mrs. Bitterman started the race, Tawni was off like a lamp, running so fast, Sonny couldn't believe it.

Lucky for them, Tawni won the race, followed by Jeffery, Robert, Nico, Zora and then Portlyn, who looked like she'd die at any given time. Sonny couldn't help but give a giant hug to her when she finished.

"Get off me. That was a one time chance, ok?" Tawni said. Sonny nodded as the next race, the three legged race, started. Zora sat out as Sonny and Tawni, and Nico and Grady went up. Chad and Jeffery were beside Sonny and Tawni.

"You're going down," he hissed. Sonny glared.

"Yeah right," Sonny said back.

"READY, SET, GO!" Mrs. Bitterman yelled, as she sighed. Tawni and Sonny immediately began hopping. Chad and Jeffery were ahead of them. Sonny sighed as she and Tawni plunged ahead, until they tripped coming around the cone on their way back.

"I got dirt on my pants! Eww!" Tawni complained. Sonny pulled her up but by then, Chad and Jeffery won, followed by Erica and Portlyn then Nico and Grady. It sucked that they lost, but Sonny was confident they'd win the next one, the sack race. Sadly, that didn't happen. Chad's team won, followed by Sonny's team in a close second. Grady was surprisingly awesome at it, and almost beat Robert, but not quite.

Sonny was fuming as they got to the javelin event. It was her and Chad, against each other (Zora and Portlyn against each other, followed by Nico and Robert). Zora got the point for their team; Robert got it for Chad's team, and Sonny now stood in front of the selfish, conceited boy.

"You're going so down Munroe," Chad taunted her as they stood with their pool noodle 'javelins' on the grass. Sonny smirked, ignoring the cheers from the crowd, or the reporters and media filming them. Mrs. Bitterman blew her whistle, groaning as she walked away. Chad went first with his noodle. He positioned it, took a deep breath and then ran, throwing it as hard as he could once he hit the line. He threw it quite far (about 8 feet. Pretty good for a noodle).

Chad smirked as he walked back toward her. "Beat that, sucka!" Chad said to her. Sonny glared, anger rising in her. She had to win the point for them. Smirking, Sonny grabbed her purple pool noodle. She took a deep breath as she started running, throwing it as hard as she could. Sonny watched as it actually flew farther than Chad's, beating it by about .67 feet. Sonny and her whole team cheered loud as Sonny turned to Chad.

"I beat that, sucka!" she joked, laughing. Chad just fumed with anger as he pushed past the people to his team. Sonny grinned as she walked over to her own team to take a sip of water before the tug of war started.

"Great job. We're gonna beat those suckers! Erica and Portlyn are so not strong enough!" Zora cackled.

"Yeah, but they have Robert, Jeffery and Chad, three strong men," Nico pointed out. Sonny rolled her eyes.

"You mean two strong men and a pussy. Come on, they may have the strength, but we have the brains. We just have to make sure they lose," Sonny said, glancing over to Mackenzie Falls, where the five and the rest of their cast (who was supporting them) were lounging, talking and laughing.

"See? They're lounging around like the lazy people they are! We can win this! Just be confident!" Sonny exclaimed. Tawni rolled her eyes.

"Here you go again! Being peppy when you really shouldn't be. We're going to lose, just face it! Though it won't be a total loss for us. Only you'll suffer," Tawni said, perking up a bit. Sonny laughed bitterly.

"Haha, we'll see who suffers if we lose. So Random will crash. Face it, you need me," Sonny told her.

"She's right you know," Grady said to Tawni who huffed.

"So, Tawni, I need to ask you to please try to win, please, or else Mackenzie Falls will win again, and in front of all these people," Sonny pointed out. Tawni sighed.

"Fine, I'll do it…but only for myself," Tawni said. Sonny smiled as she hugged her tightly. Tawni grimaced as she pushed Sonny away. Suddenly, Mrs. Bitterman sounded her whistle. Sonny grinned as she led the So Random cast to the tug of war area, listening to the cheers made by the reporters and fans. There were even some stars there that heard of the great Falls-SR bet and wanted to watch. Sonny grinned as she spotted many familiar people, like Ashton Kutcher, Taylor Swift and even Zac Efron (who was cheering for So Random).

Sonny didn't think this was so big everyone had to watch. She guessed news traveled really fast. She smiled and waved to the cameras and fans. She heard people booing for them, obviously fans of Mackenzie Falls, but it was nice to see many So Random fans. Tawni paused at the cameras to wink and blow them a kiss, flipping her hair as she kept moving. Zora just grinned, as Nico and Grady did some weird moves.

It was all a blur for Sonny after that. She was so excited (and nervous) that she barely heard Mrs. Bitterman explain the rules with a very annoyed tone in her voice, clearly not happy to be the referee. She barely acknowledged that she was in the front, in front of Chad, as she grabbed the rope. She didn't snap into focus until after the game started and everyone was pulling with all their might.

Sonny stared at Chad, who was pulling, with a smirk.

"Don't worry Sonny; we'll have a good recurring spot on the show for you. Your name will be April, the cousin of Portlyn's character, Wendy, who happened to be flying in for a few months to get away from your dangerous past," Chad said. Sonny rolled her eyes as she yanked the rope, causing Chad to stumble forward a little bit.

"In your dreams Cooper. We'll save a good part for you, something not funny. Maybe we'll do a parody of Final Destination. You can be the guy that dies first," Sonny suggested. Suddenly, the rope was yanked hard and Sonny tried to steady herself quickly. Chad smirked as the two kept taunting and pulling. It looked like a close win, but suddenly, something changed.

Well, here's the prologue/first chapter. I really don't know who's going to be the winner, so you tell me who it should be. It would be easier if Chad was the winner, but it would be unique if Sonny was the winner. But it's your choice. Thanks for reading!