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~ Chad Dylan Cooper fears nothing... except losing his hair ~

Sonny Munroe wandered through the halls of Condor Studios, craning her neck and searching for something... or rather someone. She knocked a few times on the door of the MacKenzie Falls set, which was opened by Reggie, the burly security guard.

"No unauthorized persons may enter past this point without-" Reggie recited in a monotone before looking up and catching Sonny's grin. "Oh, hello there, Miss Munroe." The security guard let loose a grin of his own.

"Hi Reggie," Sonny waved. "Is Chad around? I need to speak to him."

"Oh, go on ahead," Reggie gestured for Sonny to go on. "Last I saw him, Mr. Cooper was leading around those kids from the institute."

"Perfect," Sonny grinned, walking through. "Thank you, Reggie!"

"Anytime, Miss Munroe," Reggie gave Sonny a salute and closed the doors once again. Sonny was the only of the So Random! cast who wasn't on Chad's banned wall, so she was allowed to come and go as she pleased. She had become quite good friends with the security guard, and made it a point to say hello to him whenever she came over.

"Chad!" Sonny called out, walking through the luxurious MacKenzie Falls lounge, complete with loganberry smoothies and a chocolate fountain. "Hey, Chasity, have you seen Chad?"

"Um, I think he's in his dressing room," the sweet-faced MacKenzie Falls actress replied. Sonny thanked her and went on her way. Sonny came over so often to the set that the actors had gotten used to seeing her around. They were actually quite nice once you got to know them, Sonny mused. Well, with the exception of one blond haired blue eyes drama snob.

Sonny Munroe headed towards Chad's dressing room, a determined expression on her face. She wasn't actually looking for Chad, she was looking for those kids who were afraid of clowns. After apologizing on TV to the old folks, she felt it was necessary to apologize to those poor children for scaring them as well.

Upon reaching the polished wooden door adorned with a gold star reading "Chad Dylan Cooper", Sonny knocked on the door three times. There was no answer. "Chad?" Sonny called, knocking again. "Are you in there?" Still nothing, but Sonny heard some movement from inside. She tried the door knob, but it was locked.

"Chad Dylan Cooper if you don't give me some indication that you're in there, I will kick down your door!" Sonny threatened, rapping sharply. She heard some more movement before an urgent voice called out.

"Don't come in!" Sonny furrowed her eyebrows and the high pitched, scared sounding voice. It sounded like Chad's, but what was wrong with his voice?

"Chad, let me in!" Sonny demanded, pounding on the door some more.

"No!"

"Why not?" Sonny pestered, pressing her ear against the door.

"Because I said so!"

Sonny rolled her eyes. "Alright, I warned you Cooper. I'm coming in!" Sonny reached into her pocket and pulled out a bobby pin. She inserted into the lock and twisted. There was a click and the door swung open. Her mouth dropped as she took in the scene in front of her.

Chad Dylan Cooper was on the couch, his head hanging off the couch, upside down. All the blood seemed to have rushed to his head, because his face was bright red. Tons of empty water bottles were littered all around him, and his normally perfect blond hair was full of peach colored curlers.

Upon hearing the click of the door, Chad jumped and sat up promptly. His eyes widened as the blood drained from his face, quickly to be replaced by a fiery blush. He frantically looked around for something to cover his head with, while Sonny just stood there with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open.

"W-what are you doing here?" Chad screeched, covering his head with a blanket. "I told you not to come in!"

"What the heck is going on here?" Sonny asked, shocked. She walked quickly towards Chad and yanked the blanket off your head. "Why are you still wearing curlers? And why are there water bottles everywhere?"

"I told you, they're not curlers!" Chad protested, trying to snatch back the blanket. "They're healthy hair rods! My follicle consultant has me wearing them to keep my hair happy."

"Okay, first, they're curlers," Sonny affirmed. "And second, what the heck is a follicle consultant?"

"Hello? Like, a hair specialist?" Chad replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"A hair specialist?" Sonny repeated, her eyebrows going impossibly high. "You must be the only guy I know who has a hair specialist."

"Say what you want," Chad said in a snooty tone. "But these will help me keep my hair healthy, happy... and attached to my scalp." Chad finished in an undertone.

"Wait, seriously?" Sonny asked, trying not to laugh. "You're really afraid of losing your hair? You're seventeen, Chad."

"But, Buddy was seventeen!" Chad cried, his voice raising an octave. "Then in six months, he was melon!"

Sonny crinkled her eyebrows. "Melon?" she asked uncertainly.

"Melon, I say!" Chad screeched, throwing his arms up in the air. Sonny blinked a few times in confusion as she tried to process everything that is going on. Her eyes danced with laughter as a couple of chuckles came out of her mouth. "Why are you laughing? This is not funny!" Chad cried.

"Chad, this is ridiculous!" Sonny laughed, poking one of his curlers. Chad flinched and jumped back, waving his hands in some karate-style fashion. "You're seventeen, you're not gonna start losing your hair. And what's with all the water?"

"I read that if you drink more water, then you can prevent baldness," Chad informed her, opening another bottle and taking a huge gulp. Sonny watched in amazement as Chad quickly drowned the bottle and threw it somewhere in the room.

"Okay, stop!" Sonny insisted, smacking Chad's hand away as he reached for another bottle. "You're going to explode. There is absolutely no reason why you need to be so worried about this Chad. You're not gonna lose your hair this young."

"And how do you know?" Chad challenged, plopping down on the couch again and moving so that his head dangled off the edge. Sonny stared at him for a few seconds, watching all the blood rush to his face.

"Chad, get off of there!" she cried, pushing his head back up once she saw it turning blue. "What are you doing?"

"If you lay upside down for a few minutes every hour, you can help grow back your hair!" Chad told her, trying to lie down again. Sonny grabbed his arm and yanked him off the couch. "Ow!" he cried as he landed on the floor with a thud.

"Okay, this stupidity ends now," Sonny said, determined. "Why do you think you're going to lose your hair?"

"Because Buddy lost his!" Chad cried in a panic. The poor boy looked like he was about to cry. "Sonny, I can't lose my precious hair!" Sonny rolled her eyes but gave Chad a hug anyway. Chad froze slightly and then relaxed into Sonny's hug.

"Buddy? The man from the old folks home?" Sonny clarified, looking into Chad's scared (but still sparkly) blue eyes. He nodded frantically.

"He showed me a picture of him at 17, and he looked just like me!" Chad babbled. "Then he said that he had a head full of hair, which he lost in less than six months!"

"Chad, that's probably just Buddy," Sonny said, trying to soothe him.

"That's what he said too!" Chad cried. "But then he picked a hair off of my jacket! Face it, Sonny. I'll lose all my hair and then I'll become an ugly old geezer and nobody will ever love me and I'll be fired and forced to move to Australia and change my name to Charlie Goldfarb!"

Sonny blinked once, taken aback, as Chad buried his head in his knees. She just sat there for a while, rubbing comforting circles on Chad's back while he moaned things like "I'm ruined." and "Melon season."

"Chad..." Sonny began after a while. "Chad, you're being silly. Everybody loses a few strands of hair everyday, that little piece meant nothing. I can assure you that you won't lose your hair until you're much older."

"How do you know?" Chad demanded again, raising his head and glaring at Sonny defiantly.

"Because it's all genetic," Sonny explained. "Is your dad bald? How old is he?"

"Um, he's like forty-something," Chad replied. "And no, he's not bald. He still has the gorgeous Cooper hair." Chad flicked his hair, and Sonny rolled her eyes.

"See? The you won't go bald," she assured him. Chad thought about it a moment and then smiled tentatively.

"Yeah, I guess..." he said uncertainly. "But what if I do lose my hair?"

"Then you lose your hair," Sonny replied. "And if people don't like you after that, that's their problem."

"But I'll lose all my fans! Nobody will like me anymore!" Chad wailed.

"Chad, anyone who doesn't like you without your hair never really liked you in the first place." Sonny told him sincerely. Chad paused and glanced at Sonny.

"Would... would you still like me?" Chad asked shyly, playing with the carpet fibers. Sonny felt a slow blush creep up her face.

"Of course I would," she answered just as shyly. A true smile spread over Chad's face, and both his eyes sparkled uncontrollably. Sonny felt her heart beat a little faster in her chest as she returned with beaming smile of her own.

"Thanks, Sonny," Chad said finally.

"You're welcome," Sonny replied, grinning at the heartthrob. She glanced once more and Chad's hair and giggled.

"Now, let's get these curlers out of your hair," she chuckled. Chad chuckled as well.

"They're called healthy hair rods, Munroe," he winked.

"Whatever you say, Cooper," Sonny smirked. "Whatever you say."


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