Just Like Hannah

A/N: Ok, guys, I know I should be updating my other story, but I'm with writers block right now. I already started the fourth chapter, but I can't leave it how it is now.

So, I was watching an episode of Hannah Montana and I just thought in writing a SWAC version of it. Of course, that'll be way different, just the beginning may be a little like it. So I'll stop rambling and let you read. Sorry for any grammar mistakes. Enjoy!

Note: This contains spoilers from "Sonny: So Far". If you haven't watched the episode yet, then watch it, and then read this, ok?

Disclaimer: I don't own Sonny with a Chance, Hannah Montana or YouTube.

Sonny Munroe 'flew' into her apartment. Finally she was safe. She liked her fans, but there were limits.

"Sonny, open the door, please!" Yelled a masculine voice.

"What did you and Chad Dylan Copper told each other?" Another masculine voice.

"Did Channy became real?" A female voice talked

"Come here, your Stormy Girl! You will not steal my Chaddy, ok?" Ok, maybe not everyone expecting out of her apartment were her fans.

Since the talk-show that anyone leaved her alone. Everyone wanted to know what had happened when she pulled Chad to the backstage, a week ago. That day was weird. Really weird. First, she was happy to be on Gotcha! With Gilroy Smith, then, she discovered that Gilroy only wanted to embarrass her, Tawni, and later, Chad. Then he showed a clip of Chad and she when she stomped in the Mackenzie Falls set. Just because Chad and his 'I'm-the-greatest-actor-of-our-genaration-so-I-can-wear-lines-from-my-show-in-real-life' attitude, they got in that pretty situation. And then, what she thought that would be the better (and harder) time of the day became in the awkwarder one. When she thought of it, she slammed her hand in her forehead. Why did she have to be so stupid?

Flashback

"I mean, since you're really asking, and is just the two of us…" Chad said, unusually nervous.

"Right! And there's like, no cameras this time, or anything…" Sonny answered, also nervous.

"I reall- is just..." Chad stammered

"No, listen. Is what I'm here for." Sonny answered with a comprehensive smile and Chad smiled back.

The smile on her face faded "You go first."

"No, you go first." He said, suddenly.

"You go f- ok, same time." She suggested.

"Yeah."

She started counting "One…"

"Two..." Sonny continued, hoping that he counted too.

"I was gonna say that. Yeah. Umm… " Chad told her. "Two and a half."

"We can do that?" She asked.

"I think…" He said looking at his feet.

Sonny took a deep breath and said in unison with Chad. "Three."

She took another breath and started "I like y-" But then she made a mistake. She looked to his eyes. Those deep ocean blue eyes. And once again, she got lost in them. Somehow, she managed to get out of the trance, but she lost the guts. But she had to say something. That was when she looked to the Gotcha! with Gilroy Smith logo. And she smiled at the idea forming in her head.

"I like your show!" She said. She thought she saw disappointment in his eyes, but must have been only her impression. O f course, THE Chad Dylan Cooper does NOT get disappointed.

"Oh. I like yours, too." He said, with fake enthusiasm in his voice. For the greatest actor of our generation, he was acting like the worst. Even his cockiness wasn't there.

"Well, that was so much easier to say that I thought it would be." Sonny smiled and walked away.

End of the flashback

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" She mumbled to herself. Later that day, Tawni told her about the secret cam, and she watched the clip of the interview on YouTube. Even though was with good intention (which is a rare thing coming from Tawni), was because of Tawni that since that day she took 15 minutes since she entered her building until get to her apartment. And she lived in the first floor!

Sonny walked to her room's balcony. She looked to her watch. 8:39 P.M. Already?! Wow, these fans were really taking a lot of her time.

"I just wish that was a way to be a normal girl again, with everyone that I like in my life. But without anyone famous. No! I'm sick of fame. But that's impossible, Sonny. So, just handle it." And she came back to her room to go to sleep. But little did she know that a shooting star had pasted in the right moment of her wish.

A/N: I know, was short, and a little boring, but I had to write it, or the next chapters would not make sense. So, now, made my day and press that little green button, yeah? =D