A/N: Okay, so I know I promised a sequel to Guess Who's NOT Coming to Guest Star. And I have started it. But this just begged to be written. Demi-Fan-Channy suggested it to me, and I couldn't get it out of my head. So here it is, the first installment of Stormy with Patches of Sky. The title refers to the Sonny: So Far promo, which talks about Chad and Sonny's relationship. Each chapter will have a line from a song, which refers to one part or another of the chapter. It's not based on the line or the song, though, so don't be misled! This is just the beginning, so tell me how it is! The first paragraph or so is really random, it's kind of an introduction. Ignore it if it's stupid, and please read the rest of it. :)

Stormy with Patches of Sky

Chad Dylan Cooper. Three names. One person. And what a person.

Wow, that sounded like a dramatic introduction to a movie! But that's not what this is. This is a record of my interactions with the three-named star, as told by me. And who am I, you ask? Why, I am… *cue the drum roll and deep voice* Sonny Munroe! And this is my story. Well, Chad's story too. But mostly mine.

"I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl who's desperately in love with you." -Taylor Swift, SuperStar

The first time I met Chad Dylan Cooper, I was starstruck. After all, he was the star of the number one tween drama in America, and I, like every other girl that I knew, watched the show and fell in love with Mackenzie. And, by extension, Chad Dylan Cooper. My room back home in Wisconsin was plastered with his pictures, and I had fantasized more than once about meeting him. Okay, maybe more than just meeting him. Kissing him. Marrying him. Being called Mrs. Chad Dylan Cooper. The whole celebrity crush thing that every teenage girl experiences one time or another. But unlike every other teenage girl, I got the chance to meet him. And not just meet him - to work in the same studio as him, to see him every day. So when I first met Chad Dylan Cooper in the commissary, I couldn't speak.

***

"Oh my gosh. I know you." That was an understatement. "You're - you're - " I stuttered out, unable to finish. I couldn't believe that I was actually meeting him!

"Him?" He completed for me, gesturing to his poster. I nodded fervently as he cocked his head and gazed off into the distance with his trademark look. "Chad Dylan Cooper." As if I didn't know!

"You're Mackenzie on Mackenzie Falls!" I finally managed to burst out.

"And apparently you're Madge."

"Yes! No! No, Madge is my waitress character. And all this belongs to Madge too. I'm Sonny," I held out my hand with a grin. This was a dream come true.

"Sonny. That's a nice name," he said with a smile before writing something down. Chad Dylan Cooper had complimented me! Obviously, the City of Angels had been named correctly, because I was in heaven.

"Oh, thank you! You know, when I was younger, I didn't really like it, but now it kinda suits me. I mean, I have this one friend, and her name – " Chad handed me something.

"Here you go," he said, smiling and looking deep into my eyes. I gazed back, enthralled. "See you later."

"Kay..." I looked at what he had given me. It was his autograph! "Sonny. Thanks for the yogurt. Chad Dylan Cooper," I read aloud, confused. "Hey, I didn't give you any..." I glanced up and saw that the yogurt tray I had prepared was gone. I gasped. "Chad Dylan Cooper just stole my yogurt!" I yelled for everyone to hear. Then the full impact of what had just happened hit me. "Oh my gosh! Chad Dylan Cooper just stole my yogurt!" I squealed in delight to a girl walking by.

***

He had looked at me. He had smiled at me. He knew my name. Well, he knew it after I told it to him. But still, that was miles ahead of any girl I knew back home who swooned over Mackenzie. He might have stolen my yogurt while I stared in wonder at him, but I honestly didn't care. I was still walking on air from meeting Chad when I found out about the feud between the two shows.

At first I didn't believe it. It seemed like a nightmare, that I would be near Chad all day long and not able to talk to him. That would be crushing my irrational and juvenile hopes and dreams as far as boys were concerned. So I tried to make our casts friends, by means of a peace picnic. And it was a disaster. The table crashed, we were glued to our chairs, I was splattered with egg salad, and Grady's butt was exposed. And worst of all, Chad had planned the whole thing.

When Tawni showed the egg salad video to me, I cringed. Not only was it humiliating to have the whole world see it, but I knew that only one person could have given the clip to Tween Weekly – Chad Dylan Cooper. And just like that, the fantasies that had been growing more detailed and romantic in my head ever since I met him in the commissary were crushed. He didn't like me. Apparently, he disliked me. In my anger, I stormed over to the set of Mackenzie Falls to give him what he deserved.

***

"What's the matter with you?!" I interrupted the scene they were filming, which admittedly looked quite interesting.

"What's the matter with me? What's the matter with – those words didn't come out of your mouth," he said, still talking to Portlyn. Someone yelled "cut," and Chad turned to look at me. He scoffed. "We're sort of in the middle of a shoot here."

"And now you're sort of taking a break," I retorted. "Portlyn, you got great legs, let's see how they move." She stalked off with an indignant look on her face.

"Okay, well - well stay sad, sweetie!" Chad called after her. Figures, he was trying to lead her on as well. "What is your problem?" He turned on me now.

"What's my problem? My problem is that everything my friends – and Tawni – told me about you guys was true. You Mackenzie Falls people are jerks. And you're like the head jerk. You're like the - like the mayor of Jerksville. The head ambassador of Jerkoslovakia." Okay, maybe that was taking it too far, but I was upset.

"You saw the egg salad video," Chad said with a chuckle, already knowing the cause of my anger. "Yeah. I also direct." He smirked to himself, and it drove me crazy. Not only did it show his conceit, but it also revealed his gorgeous dimples. Stupid dimples.

"We were trying to make peace," I said, trying to get the conversation and my head back on track.

"Please. You were trying to trap us," he corrected.

"Trap you? You've obviously been watching your show too much. You know, not everything is cutthroat and gossipy. Sometimes people do things just to be nice." I felt proud of myself. I had taught Chad Dylan Cooper a lesson, and I also managed to put down his show. And he was listening. His eyes were on mine the whole time I was speaking, and he smiled sincerely when I was done.

"Do they, Sonny? Do they really? Look, it was sweet of you to put that picnic together. Way sweet." Chad drew closer and took my hand. Oh my gosh. He really had listened, and now he was sorry! It wasn't his fault; after all, if you work in drama for awhile, surely you'll start to think it's real life. He caressed my hand, and I felt myself go weak in the knees. "But the bad blood between our two shows has run too deep for too long to be healed by a bowl of egg salad, and even the best of intentions. Just because you wish for something doesn't make it so." He smiled as he spoke, and I trembled a little. His eyes were so intoxicating, I wanted to gaze into them forever.

"Oh, Chad Dylan – "

"Shh." He put a finger to my lips, and I broke off immediately. "The time for talking is over. I must go. So run – run back to your show, and put your sweet little dreams of peace to bed." He held my hand until he was too far to reach it. I stared after him longingly before realizing that he had gotten away and promised me nothing.

"What just happened?"

***

After talking to my cast, we decided to have a game of musical chairs. If we won, we would get our parking space, a new toilet paper holder to replace Mackenzie Falls's Tween Choice Award, and Chad would have to say something nice about So Random!. But if we lost, we would have to go on our show and tell the world that Mackenzie Falls was better. The stakes were high, and I knew that we just had to win. Jerks like Chad Dylan Cooper – jerks who pretended to be nice and caring and wonderful but turned out to be manipulative and arrogant – needed to be shown a lesson. And beating him at musical chairs would be the first part of that lesson; accepting defeat.

It came down to the two of us at the end, with both of our casts watching anxiously.

***

"Looks like it's just you, me, and one more thing you're not gonna get!" Chad crowed as the music played and we circled the chair.

"You know, you're acting pretty confident for someone who's gonna lose!" I boasted back.

"Hahahaha, at least I can act," he bragged.

"Can you, Chad? Can you really?" I mocked. I could hear Nico, Grady, and Tawni laughing in the background before cheering.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I could tell that the music was going to stop any second now. What if I didn't get it? No, no, I had to get it! An idea struck me suddenly – I would go the Mackenzie Falls way. I would trick him.

"Ow!" I cried before tumbling to the ground, clutching my ankle. Just as I had predicted, the music ceased playing.

"NO!" my cast moaned.

"It's my ankle, it really hurts, I think something snapped!" I feigned my injury.

"Oh, man. That looks really serious. We'd better get you to a doctor. Just – take my hand," Chad offered. I looked up at him, surprised by his kindness. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. Maybe…

I yanked on Chad's hand, pulling him down to the ground with me. Kind or not, he still needed to be punished for before. I crossed my legs and did Chad's peace sign thing as I sat in the chair. "Peace out, suckas!"

"You tricked me!" he exclaimed from the floor.

"No. I was acting!" I amended, pretending to be a stuck-up person from the Falls.

"Not bad. Perhaps there's a spot for you on Mackenzie Falls. After Portlyn disappears in a mysterious ballooning accident." Portlyn walked out of the room with a sob as I stared at Chad. Did he mean it? A spot on Mackenzie Falls? I looked at my castmates' expressions of worry, and I knew what my answer was.

"Thanks, but my home is right here in Chuckle City, on a show called So Random!." Was it just me, or was there a tinge of disappointment on his face? "So I don't think I'll be going anywhere, Chad Dylan Cooper," I finished. His expression was surprised and unwillingly impressed.

***

Ha. That will teach him to mess with me. Maybe I was infatuated with him back in Wisconsin, and maybe he had enchanted me the first few times we had met, but that didn't mean anything. The days of my crushing on Chad Dylan Cooper were over. After all, I wasn't some obsessed fangirl from Wisconsin that no one knew anymore. I was Sonny Munroe from So Random!, and there was no way that Chad would steal my heart like all those other girls.

A/N: Hm. So I'm not sure what I think. But please share what you think! Review, review :D