Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny with a Chance.

Sonny Monroe sat in her dressing room, painting her nails a bright orange color. A knock at the door startled her and caused her to mess up the nail she was currently working on. She sighed and looked down at her almost-perfect hand in dismay before deciding to let it go and cheerfully called "come in!" to the person on the other side of the door. Her smile quickly turned to a scowl when the door swung open to reveal Chad Dylan Cooper, the last person on Earth that she wanted to see right now.

"Why did you bother to knock? I would've imagined that you'd barge right in," Sonny asked.

"See," Chad replied smoothly, "I know that's what you thought, so I just had to do the opposite."

"What do you want, Cooper?"

"Oh, nothing. Just dropped by to see how my favorite Random was doing."

Sonny scoffed, trying to ignore the flip her stomach had just done. "Shouldn't you be making out with Portlyn or something?"

"Aw, is my little Sonshine jealous?"

At the use of the nickname, Sonny's stomach fluttered again. He called her that for the sole purpose of driving her crazy, she just knew it.

"Absolutely not," she said, standing up, "Why would I be jealous? In fact, I feel bad for her, having to kiss you pretty much every day on set."

Chad chuckled and stepped out the door, still looking at Sonny.

"You are so jealous."

Sonny stormed into the hallway.

"Am not!"

Chad smirked. Oh how he loved this little game of theirs.

"Fine."

"Fine!'

"Good!"

"Good!"

Chad took a few steps toward Sonny, and she swallowed nervously.

"Seriously Cooper, don't you have anything better to do?"

He looked at her with a glint in his eye and took a few more steps toward her until she was trapped between him and the wall and whispered, "what could be better than this?"

Sonny's breathing hitched as she stared at the boy who refused to leave her alone. Why did he have to have such pretty eyes?

A split second later, Sonny shoved him away and took a few steps toward her dressing room, trying not to think about how good he smelled.

"Go away, Chad."

"Oh I'm sorry. Didn't realize I provided that much of a distraction to you," he smirked.

"You are distracting me. But not in a good way. In a bad, really annoying way."

"So sometimes I distract you in a good way?"

"Shut up, Chad."

"I'm just trying to figure out what type of games you're playing with my heart," he stated, only half joking.

"Don't act like you actually care about me," Sonny said, turning to walk back into her dressing room.

"Sonny-"

"Chad! Sonny!" a voice called from down the hall. They turned to see Mr. Condor headed in their direction, "Just the two people I wanted to see. Follow me to my office, please."

Sonny and Chad were both suddenly overcome by an intense fear as they quietly followed him down the hallway to his office o' doom.

"Sit." Mr. Condor ordered before taking a seat in his own chair behind a desk. Sonny and Chad sat nervously, each wondering to themselves what they possibly could have done to get fired.

"As both of you know, So Random! and Mackenzie Falls have had an intense rivalry for many years now," Mr. Condor stated, his hands crossed on the desk in front of him. "Now, a long time ago, this brought much publicity to your two shows. But now it's beginning to attract negative attention to Condor Studios. In order to change that bad press to good, I'm going to need help from both of you."

"Of course!" Sonny replied, glad to hear that she hadn't lost her job.

"Anything to help, sir," Chad said, and Sonny rolled her eyes at his fake politeness.

"Excellent," Mr. Condor said, "Now, I know that I can't ask your two casts to suddenly become the best of friends. Or become friendly toward each other at all. I understand that sometimes people just don't get along. I know that you two, however, will be able to do what I'm going to ask of you."

Both of the stars nodded and Mr. Condor paused.

"I need you to two to manufacture a romantic relationship."

The room was silent as what Mr. Condor had just said sunk in.

"WHAT?" The two young stars exclaimed in unison.

"Mr. Condor, please. Do you know what dating Sonny would do to my reputation?" Chad exclaimed with disgust.

Sonny glared at him, then turned her attention back to Mr. Condor.

"Everybody knows that we can't stand each other! Nobody would believe it," Sonny argued. "And besides, I'm already in a relationship."

"How many people know about this boyfriend of yours?" Mr. Condor questioned.

"Well, not many. We try to keep our relationship private, but-"

"Good," he cut off. "Then my plan will go smoothly. I will not take no for an answer, from either of you."

"But Mr. Condor," Chad started, then was cut off.

"No buts, Mr. Cooper. Neither of you have a choice, unless you want to wind up unemployed and living on the streets."

Both stars instantly shut their mouths, remembering that the man in front of them could fire them at any moment.

"That's better," Mr. Condor said. "Both of you will have to sign a confidentiality agreement and a contract. Nobody outside of this room can know that this relationship is fake."

"Nobody?" Chad questioned, considerably paler.

"Nobody," Mr. Condor confirmed, handing each of them a thick stack of papers and pointing to the various lines on which they had to sign. "I also expect you two to make this believable. That means going out regularly and not bickering like usual. I intend for the media to completely believe this story, and if all goes as planned, ratings for you two shows will shoot through the roof."

Chad and Sonny realized that there was nothing left that they could say or do. Each looked down at the agreement in front of them and signed, both very aware of how much this would ruin their lives.