A/N: Hi there everyone! Yup, so I've finally begun 'The Double Life of CDC'! Yup, this was the idea I picked, after a lot of thought. And here it is - the first chapter! And I know, I haven't posted the final LWMS yet, but I'm a little stuck and I'll try to get it done soon :) Thanks for all your patience, I hope you enjoy this new story!

DC-: I do not own Sonny with A Chance. Which is unfortunate... :(

Alright... on we go! Enjoy! ;D

The Double Life of CDC

Chapter 1 - The Beginnings

What lengths would you go to to keep the one you loved? Maybe lead a double life? Well, that's what I did. I'm TV's Chad Dylan Cooper, the girl I fell for hates my guts. So, what do I do to be with her? Live a double life, as myself and as a regular guy called "Mack Goldfarb". It's difficult, but if I wasn't Mack Goldfarb, I couldn't keep the one I love. I know… it's a long and complicated story… so let me explain from the beginning…

Chad's POV

"OK, people, that's a wrap!" The director yells as I let go of Chastity's clammy hands and leave the stage, to get to my vanity. I was just dying to get off that set. The final day of filming for that ridiculous Mack Falls special for some stupid holiday. What is it again? Oh yeah. Halloween. Halloween sucks.

The director, Jenny, tells us that we were fantastic (I was pretty good… as usual, duh), before saying that we are to rehearse the next episode after the break. Jenny is a mid-thirties woman, with dark brown hair and greyish-blue eyes, and she scans the room as she talks, focusing many times on me with slightly beady eyes. It's kind of creepy.

"Oh, and so you know," She says, eying me specifically, "The new assistant is starting today. And she's new to Hollywood, so make her feel welcome."

I roll my eyes and sigh. "Whatever."

Why should I care about the new assistant anyway? I'm Chad Dylan Cooper; I don't need to think about this new girl. I barely remember the names of my cast-mates. Maybe a few of them, like Ferguson, probably the only other worthy cast-member and my good friend. He notices I'm talented and respects that. And then I remember Chastity's name, only coz I hate her guts.

"OK then, everyone take a break, back in five." Jenny sighs, when she finally realises none of us are listening to her, tucking a brown strand of hair behind her ear, and everyone walks off the set; some to talk to others, some to go to their dressing rooms. I am one of the ones who heads to my dressing room, not wanting to talk to any of these losers.

"Chaddyyyy!"

Oh, crap.

FYI, there is one more name I remember…

A snake-like arm wraps around my back, and a voice to match whispers into my ear.

"You were great back there…" My (ugh) girlfriend, Portlyn, coos. Now, I know what you're thinking – why would I, the brilliant CDC, date that pig of a girl, Portlyn Madison? Well, before all my fan-girls out there get jealous – I'm forced to date her. For stupid publicity. I shouldn't have to date her – I could have any girl I wanted – but my boss said he'd fire me if I didn't.

Stupid. I know. CDC shouldn't be told what to do.

"You're such an amazing actor…" Portlyn is saying, stroking my back. I shudder. Ugh. I'd hate to know what's going on in her mind.

"Obvious points aside…" I roll my eyes, "I'm gonna go chill out in my dressing room. Later."

I start to walk off, but Portlyn is so persistent.

"Will you miss me?" She shouts over to me.

"Sure." I shout back.

Ha. Yeah, right…

I come back after a little chilling time in my dressing room, ready for the next few scenes, feeling my usual awesome self. Then, suddenly, I bump into a girl, who's facing the other way. Rather, the girl bumps into me – I'm not gonna take the blame when I'm too important to be blamed for something like that.

"Watch it." I warn, avoiding her and heading to my make-up chair, where my make-up artist is waiting. However, it seems the girl doesn't know what 'watch it' means in my vocab, because she follows me over, hovering over my shoulder like a pesky bug while the make-up artist touches it up. I don't get a look at the annoying bug-girl, I'm too busy checking I look my usual best, but I'm pretty sure by the aura she's sending off that she's smiling. Beaming, pretty much. A blindingly bright beam.

"Hi!" She beams, "You're Chad Dylan Cooper!"

"Indeed I am," I say, still not focusing on her, "Is that all you came here for?"

"Oh, no," She laughs, "I'm just here to introduce myself. I'm the new assistant, Sonny." She holds her hand out to me, and I ignore it. What am I supposed to do – shake it? No, thanks. She puts the hand down, "…Uh, Sonny Munroe."

"Whatever." I say, straightening the front of my Mackenzie blazer and checking my teeth in the mirror. What? Antisocial? Shut up. Why should I care about this girl anyways? She's not important. She's the lousy assistant.

"Um…okay then," She squeaks, slightly dumbfounded, before putting on an overly-enthusiastic voice. Ugh. She's that type of girl… the Chastity type. The type I absolutely can't stand. "Well, if there's anything you need, anything at all, just ask!"

"Sure." I say as a bib is placed around my neck. She still doesn't leave.

"Well, uh, I'd better go…bye."

"Wait a sec." I say, and she turns back. I see out of the corner of my eye her hair flick back. Ah, a brunette. Okay then. Better than Chastity's rat's tails she calls hair. Then again, no-one can beat blondes, or better yet, this blonde. Me, duh.

"Yeah?"

"Since you're here to serve me, how about you get me a coffee from the cafeteria?"

The girl looks confused, "Coffee…?"

"Yeah. My usual. You're gonna need to know this. Best get a pad and pen."

She then drags something out of her pocket. Wow. She has a pad and pen, on her. Can this girl get more annoying?

"You were saying?" She squeaks, the pen hovering over the paper hesitantly.

"Alright," I take a breath, "A grande caffe mocha, extra dry, half-skimmed, half-full milk… ooh, and make sure it's no sugar and no whipped cream – don't want to get fat. And make sure they add the sprinkle of cocoa powder at the end – but only a sprinkle. Once again – don't want to gain too much weight."

"Um…" She bites her lip, "Can you start again? I can't write that fast…"

I roll my eyes, "Well, learn to write faster. You're gonna serve me, you've gotta get this right."

I hear her make a small squeaking noise, before she speaks timidly, "Uh, sorry to disappoint you, Mr Cooper…Chad…"

"Mr Cooper…" I correct.

"R- Right…" She says, slightly hesitating, "Well, uh, sorry to disappoint you, Mr Cooper, but I'm not here to serve you – that's not exactly my job description…"

I raise an eyebrow, before saying, "Do you want to make a good impression here?"

"Well…"

"Or would you rather leave here faster than you arrived?"

She sighs, before I see her smile out of the corner of my eye, and I try to ignore the fact that her teeth are pretty good. Then again, so what? Mine are better.

"Anything, Sir." She says, before turning to leave.

"Oh, and while you're at it…" I stop her, "There's a pile of letters and stuff in my dressing room I can't be asked to deliver… you can do it for me."

"…Right."

She leaves quickly and I grin, relaxing in my chair before the director calls me up for a scene.

Sonny's POV

I smile at the cafeteria lady who hands me a cup of coffee for Chad, or Mr Cooper, or whatever his name is.

I hate to say it, but Chad Dylan Cooper is a real jerk. No lie. This isn't the way I imagined meeting him to be, but sadly, it was exactly the way it was. And it was awful. Gosh, why couldn't he have been sweet, like his character on his show?

Mackenzie Falls…behind So Random, Mackenzie Falls is my favourite show. I love Mackenzie – he's so sweet and kind, not to mention good-looking, and I thought to be so good at what he does, Chad Dylan Cooper had to at least have more than just the looks of Mackenzie. Sadly, it's all acting. Maybe he is he greatest actor of his generation…

So, basically, I am now the assistant at a show whose star is a total egomaniac.

Great.

So, this springs up the question, what could make this day worse? NO! Don't say that Sonny! You'll end up having some horrible thing happen to you, like in all the movies! Do you really want that? Ooh…too late. Sorry, voice in my head.

…THUMP!

During my little argument with myself, I take my eyes off the direction I'm walking in, which proves to be a mistake. I bump into a person, sending both me and Chad Dylan Cooper's coffee flying. Ooh, great. I'm dead. Gonna have to go back to the cafeteria to get another grande mocha thingamajig…

I fall back onto the floor, falling into a sticky puddle of hot liquid, and look up sharply to see if anyone else has been hit with the coffee. When I notice the boy stood in front of me, clothes (a uniform, it seems) stained with coffee, fuming, I bite my lip.

I'm deader than dead.

Chad Dylan Cooper scowls menacingly at me. Froth and coffee pours down his Mackenzie blazer and tie, and I cringe. Wow, first day at work, and by the look in Chad's eyes, something tells me I'm about to get fired.

"New assistant, right?"

I roll my eyes secretly, trying to be brave. But my voice cracks at the last second. "M-My name is Sonny."

"Whatever," He waves his hand around dramatically in a 'don't care' attitude, "You've got on the wrong side of me already. And you should know it's not a good thing to get on the wrong side of Chad Dylan Cooper. You've got one more chance at this job."

"Don't I get…three chances?" I ask, "You know, like three strikes, you're out?" I chuckle, smiling meekly, but Chad is not impressed. Obviously he's not a comedy person. He shakes his head at me in dissatisfaction.

"One chance." He says, "Or you're gone."

He turns away, leaving me to go red in front of everyone looking.

"Oh, and…" He turns back, still furious, "Sally?"

"Sonny."

"Sally, Sonny, Sunday," He laughs humourlessly, "I don't care. Clean this up."

He walks away, head high, and I pull a face at his back. I'm thankful that he didn't see it though, and immediately rearrange my face back into its normal features.

OK, so if there's one thing I've learnt today, it's this:

I already hate Chad Dylan Cooper.

My next response after my humiliation is to run straight into the bathroom, to clean myself up and gather some tissues to clean the coffee pool in the middle of the Mackenzie Falls stage so no-one slips and I don't get yelled at again.

I stop to look in the bathroom mirror in my hurry and notice I look like a total mess. My mascara is running down my face, and the ends of my hair are wet and sticky. My cheeks, streaked with black mascara, are an embarrassing shade of red, whether from how hot the coffee was or how humiliated I was, I don't know. I see my eyes are red too, and I immediately understand. Through everything that was going on, I ended up crying. I wash my face with cold tap water, but that doesn't make much of a change. My face is still flushed red, and my eyes are bloodshot.

Great.

I burst into tears again, because I feel like I'm failing my job already, all because of Chad Dylan Cooper.

"Uh, hell-oo?"

A wary female voice comes from one of the three toilet cubicles behind me, and I gasp quietly. Someone's been here the whole time.

"Are you okay out there?"

"Yeah," I say, speeding up my clean-up, hoping not to get caught crying. I'm in Hollywood now – I need to look strong. "I'm…I'm fine."

I suddenly feel someone tap my shoulder, and I turn around to see Chastity Ann Dewitt, who plays Chloe in Mackenzie Falls.

Great. If she's anything like Chad, I'm in for a real treat.

"You don't look fine," She says, taking my head softly in her hands, "Are you sure?"

I sigh. She's caught me. "Okay, so I'm a wreck. I get it. It's just… don't repeat this, but that stupid Chad Dylan Cooper…he's ruining my first day at work."

"Oh, trust me," She laughs, "He ruins everyone's first day at work. Believe me – I was the new girl, before you showed up. My first day, I ended up being forced on a coffee run – the exact thing that happened to you, happened to me. Only I ended up annoying Chad so much, he had a fit and stormed off to his dressing room because I was 'doing it wrong'."

I blink, and suddenly realise. Chastity's on my side. "I'm sorry about that."

She shrugs, "It's okay. You'll get used to his diva-ish ways."

I laugh, "I called him a diva too! Not to his face though…"

"Good." She laughs, "I'd hate to see anything happen to you." She pauses, scanning me with kind eyes, before saying, "I like you, Sonny." She grins, "How'd you like to be friends?"

I grin back, finally feeling worth something for the first time since I stepped foot on the Mackenzie Falls set.

"I'd like that." I say, and she beams.

"Awesome." She says, "Now…let's clean you up a bit…"

A/N: There you go! :) That's the first chapter! Soo... thoughts so far? I know it wasn't an overly-long chapter, but it was long enough for what I wanted to happen.

So, tell me your thoughts! If I get some good reviews, I'll keep it comin'! :D

~Amy x