Inspired by Static Age's Cherry Red
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Everyday at lunch, in the commisary I simply got my lunch - some sort of gourmet food from Brenda - and sat at The Falls' table, which just like our show, is superior to that of everyone's on the lot. Then after my cast mates and I were done with our lunch (which a good deal of my co-stars regurgitate later anyway...) we'd saunter back to set. All the while making sure that everyone knew that we, the stars of America's #1 tween drama series, Mackenzie Falls, were better than all of them.
But somewhere along the way...my routine changed a bit. I could no longer sit there mindlessly pecking at my steak, or lobster, or whatever Brenda had made for me. It stopped just being get food, eat, and leave. Just a few short months ago, a perky brunette came and completely detracted from from the way I lived my life.
I mean yes, I am still the amazing guy I've always been. The most miraculous (and good-looking) actor of our generation. I still pay no mind to most people. I still have fans drooling after me almost anywhere I go. But, at least when it comes to her, I've softened. I can't ignore her like I do everyone else, including often times my cast mates. She comes to me, I can't help but come to her aid, be her shoulder to lean on, her fake date to get back at some douche with, the mastermind behind the plan to break up er producer and teacher - anything she needs, I can't seem to say no to.
And not only that, but lately...I've found myself pining after her. Whenever she walks into a room, I can't help but be drawn to her. It almost hurts not to go up and talk to her whenever she lollops into a room. But for the most part, I stay at a distance. I can't let her know that she's changed me. To her, I need to be Chad Dylan Cooper, hardened Hollywood bad boy. I can't be Chad, the guy who would do anything for her.
Now eveyday at lunch I watch her flitter into the commisary over to her Chuckle City cronies then over to the lunch line to get her....food. Not that you can really call it that...Yes, there are times when the pain is too much to bare. Those are the times when I find myself walking up to talk to her without my mind's consent. And every time it's all just mindless drivel. All so I can hear her voice and know that she's talking to me.
But most of the time I stay back. I sit and watch her over at the Chuckle City table. Her hair, which she dyed recently is black as ebony. Her skin pale white. Her lips painted cherry red. She could looks like she could play Snow White.
Nearly every day I just sit and watch her. Black. And white. And Cherry Red.
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A/N: Yup. Just a little drabble. Short and sweet. And it's my first one-shot! How do you like it?
Now, do me a favor. You see that little button-dude down there? Yeah. The green one. He's a little cold. And you know what would make him warmer? Clicking on him So why don't you go ahead and do that. And then you can fill his belly with good words about ma story. Cuz he's hungry too. And that's what he eats.
Well, bad words can hold him over too, but he much prefers the good ones. =P