Twilight: Channy Edition

Disclamer: I own absolutetly nothing.

Full Summary: It's Sonny Munroe's first day at the So Random! Studio. She was going through a tough time, having to leave behind all her friends, family, and now ex-boyfriend. It was a tough break-up, and she wasnt quite sure she would ever heal. Everything soon changes though, when she catches the eye of Chad Dylan Cooper. Tawni, her fake co-star, informs her that Chad Dylan Cooper is untangible, and he secludes himself from everyone. Will Sonny pull it off?

Prologue

I shook my hand up and down, every nerve in my hand tingling as I touched the cold, hard glass of the snowglobe. Beautiful glitter, each indvidual piece shimmering, floated all around the purple heart in the middle. I couldnt help but think, did this snowglobe have a real meaning, other than just being a snowglobe? I figured it was a symbol of love, of course, considering there was a heart. But something more sophisticated, too. The heart was trapped, like in a box. No way to recieve love, or to give love. It was frozen in time. And from that moment in time on, I felt like a snowglobe, with no love to give or recieve. Frozen. Will I ever love again?

"Mom, really, it's fine." I insisted, pulling out the few extra pairs of socks my mom had packed in my suitcase. If I ran out of socks, I'd buy more. But my suitcase was overflowing, and I wasn't in the mood to take out another suitcase just to put some socks in.

My mom placed her hands on her hips and sighed. I was stubborn, and she had given up. Thankfully. She stared at me for a long time, trying to make me crack. Then she laughed, losing the serious contest, as usual. I had become the expert at the serious contest, after the hard break-up I went through. I didn't smile much anymore. She walked over to me and embraced me in a hug.

"I'm going to miss you, sweetie." Her voice was shaky, and I knew she would break down any moment. I patted her on the back.

"You can visit anytime, you know. It's just California. It's not that far away." I tried, but it didn't work. She started crying anyways.

"It is far away, Sonny. But you're a big girl, I know you can handle it." She replied, wiping away a few tears from her eyes as she pulled away. I was having second thoughts about leaving now, but I already said goodbye to everyone. And I mean everyone.

"Thanks mom. I'm going to miss you, too." I quickly checked the clock on my side table and gasped. If we didn't get in the car right then, I would miss my flight.

"Mom, lets go. I don't want to miss my flight." I grabbed my suitcase and she followed me out the door, keys in hand. She unlocked the car and I got in the passengers seat, not even bothering to put my suitcase in the trunk. I kept it at my feet.

"Call everyday." My mom reminded me. For some reason, she assumed I was forgetful. She started the car and we were off. I waved bye to my house. Well, my old house. The house blurred, and I had to wipe a few tears that were going to trickle down any minute. Pretty soon it was out of sight, and I felt a little better. It doesnt make sense, but sometimes when you see something or someone you know you wont see for a long time, you cry more.

We were at the airport in no time, and I found myself wishing the ride was longer. I stepped out of the car and grabbed my suitcase.

"Sonny." My mom called from the car. She rolled down the window so I could hear her better.

"Yes?" I leaned in, knowing that she would probably want to kiss my head goodbye.

"Be safe, and have fun, kiddo." I was right, but she kissed my cheek instead. Once again, I felt the tears threatning to pour down any minute. I walked away, looking back once to wave, then walked into the airport.

My new life began.

"Hi, I'm Sonny Munroe, the new girl." Was my greeting line for practically everyone I met. It was getting tiring, but once I was done making my rounds, I would never have to say that line ever again. I hated being the new girl.

"Ah, Sonny, im glad you're here. I'm Marshall Pike. But call me Marshall." He held out his hand, and I took it hesitantly. My mom told me there were alot of fakes in hollywood, and you never know whom you can really trust. But I knew he would be no harm, because he was my manager. Managers can't be fake, can they?

"You're dressing room is right down that hall. You'll be sharing it with Tawni Hart. You know her, right? She'll give you a tour of the studio." He pointed down a long hallway, but I was glad it was down there. I needed to take a long walk by myself.

"Well actually, I already made my rounds." I admitted, smiling. I realized I wasnt really being "Sunny" today. But how could I? I had just left all my friends and family behind. And...him. But I could deal with that.

"Oh. Well are you hungry? She could show you to the cafeteria." He suggested. I nodded my head, deciding to agree. I wasn't hungry, but if I didn't decide on something, the conversation would go on for hours.

I waved bye and made my way down the hall. It wasn't as long as I hoped, but I still had sometime to think to myself. Right across my dressing room was a wall, with all the pictures of the cast of So Random! on it. I smiled. My picture was up there. It was good a feeling, you know? The feeling that you actually belonged. That you made a difference, or were going to.

The only person I hadn't met yet was Tawni. I was afraid. She was probably a fake, as my mom warned. But maybe if I was nice to her first, she would be nice back. I knocked on the door, not knowing if I should just walk in. I mean, it was half of my dressing room now. But I still had to be polite, anyways.

She answered almost right away, and she was smiling. I couldn't yet tell if it was a real smile or a fake one, but I guess i'd find out later if she was truly nice.

"Come in, Sinny." Tawni gestured inside, and I walked in. It was pretty roomy, and there was already another vanity for me. Unless she used two, I wasn't sure.

"My names Sonny, not Sinny. Just letting you know." I informed her, and she nodded her head like she understood. But I don't think she was even listening to me. She walked over to her vanity and sat down.

"So Senny, would you like a tour of the studio?" She asked, messing up my name yet again. I shook my head no, not even saying "No thanks." If she wanted to mess up my name and be rude, then I'll be rude, too.

"Would you like food? I know people from Wisconsin eat alot." She laughed. I didn't join her. Now she was making jokes about my home? Maybe she wasn't doing it on purpose- being mean. I decided to give her a break.

"Actually, we eat the same amount as any other state." I replied, laughing too. "But sure, I am kind of hungry." I lied. I ate a whole buffet for breakfast. When I was sad, food calmed me down. Well, that, and I was forced to eat the whole buffet, or else my mom's feelings would be hurt.

She stood up and walked to the door. She turned the gold knob, but not before she checked her hair in the mirror that hung on the door. I followed behind her as she walked out, and left the door open. I don't think they're would be robbers in a security-guarded studio.

We walked right next to each other, not talking much. I guess I would have to start the conversation.

"So, are you one of those girls that can keep a secret, or do you like to gossip alot?" I chuckled. She turned towards me and smiled.

"Girl, you know I love to gossip! Listen, if we're going to be friends, we have to tell each other everything, alright? I'll start today, by giving you the dish out on everyone. Everybody here has a back story. You want to hear them? They're pretty juicy. "

We walked into the cafeteria and she showed me to the So Random! table. It wasn't near the window, but it was still a fairly nice table. It looked like the others, but something about it made it special. Maybe it was the fair amount of gum on the bottom? Or the ketchup stains?

"Sure, i'd like to know." I shrugged. We both sat down, and she grinned, almost evily.

"Alright, but from now on, when you hear gossip, you have to tell me it too. Okay?" She whispered. I nodded and smiled. I didn't like spreading gossip, but if it got me to be friends with Tawni Hart, then I would have to.

"Okay, see that girl?" She asked softly, nodding towards the girl named Portlyn, from MacKenzie Falls. I nodded, and she continued.

"She only got on the show because her mom made out with Mister Condor once." She told me. I didn't believe her.

"I don't think that'd be true.I heard Mister Condor's really strict."

She laughed really loud. Almost everyone looked. But she didn't mind the attention. In fact, I think she wanted the attention.

"That's why the call it "rumors" or "gossip", because you will never know what's really true." She explained, putting air quotes around certain words.

I realized hearing gossip wasn't all that fun. Maybe for Tawni it was, but not for me. I'd rather just be in my, or should I say our, dressing room, watching tv. I wasn't even hungry anyways. I felt bad for Portlyn. I bet it wasn't even true. Gossip stinks.

Hollywood didn't seem all that it was cracked up to be.

But then I saw him.

"Who's that?" I asked quietly, pointing to the blonde-haired guy who just walked into the cafeteria.

"That's Chad Dylan Cooper, duh. Haven't you ever watched MacKenzie Falls?"

I shook my head. I had only watched it once, and it was only for about five minutes. It was really dramatic, and comedy was more of my thing.

"Oh, well he's the lead guy. He keeps to himself, he secludes himself, and no girl can ever get him. So don't even try." Tawni replied, taking a drink of water she had gotten. I didn't even notice she left to get a drink. I must have been busy looking at Chad.

"Why?"

She looked at me and sighed.

"Sonny, just listen to me, alright?" She sounded some-what annoyed, so I stopped asking. At least she got my name right.

I looked back over to the MacKenzie Falls table. He was looking at me. His expression was blank, and I wished I knew what he was thinking. I kept staring at him, as if something would happen, like he would walk over and say hi. Nothing happened though, so I looked away.

I hadn't stopped thinking about him, and I think maybe he hadn't stopped thinking about me either. Everytime I looked over to him, he was looking at me. I wouldn't smile, we would just stare.

Could Tawni be lying? Maybe she just wanted him all to herself?

No matter what the reason was, I made it my mission to become friends with Chad Dylan Cooper.

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