A/N any pictures on my profile :) and I changed a few things around about the characters. Like some personalities are really OOC and a few physical parts too like I made Sonny kind of tall, Demi is 5'2" but I made her 5'6" in this.
Sonny P.O.V
Where to start? My name is Allison Munroe but everyone calls me Sonny. I am about 5'6" with black, long hair. I'm 19 years old and I live in east L.A which isn't exactly the best place to live. Honestly, you could get in a lot of trouble here. It's one of those places where every corner you turn, you're likely to see drug dealers, or hookers. This is where I was brought up so I'm not exactly Miss nice, I have a foul mouth and I like to use it. I'm a bitch and I know it. I don't do drugs, nor do I plan to - same with everything else and I could go on about the crappiness of this place, but this is still my home no matter what.
I grew up here and I won't let that go. My childhood wasn't a typical one, I didn't go to nursery school and play nice, in fact nursery school would be where I learnt some of my common bad habits. I also wouldn't hang around with girls and talk about make-up and shit, I would play basketball with the boys. I do get on ok with girls, but I would still be more relaxed with the boys, they aren't as catty. I use to live near Hollywood, but my dad left my mom and I when I was two and so she moved here and found another guy – Matt.
He made my childhood, well let's say interesting. He's a lazy drunk and I never understood why mom is with him, but she is. He was another source of my current personality that I wouldn't have had if I was living somewhere else. He would give me alcohol when I was about 14 and I didn't think anything of it. Everyone drinks around here, if you didn't you were weird and people would think you're a wuss. So I would drink – not that bad I mean I was only 14, but by the time I was 18 I would be drinking something almost everyday. I wouldn't get drunk that often maybe only a few times every other week. Still – he got me on it. He wasn't an abusive drunk in fact he's a legend - I love the man – he's just lazy, likes his beer and well I'll just say not exactly Brad Pitt.
Next we have my mom, her name is Connie and she's about my height. Short, dark hair with brown eyes and she works in a laundry place. I loved her like I would love any other family member, but sometimes she really got on my nerves. She is really over-protective and doesn't like the habits I have, like the drinking, occasional fight (James taught me how I'll tell you about him later,) and everything else I've picked up, but I love her anyway. She doesn't know that Matt started me on drink nor that I started at 14 but she knows I drink now.
Lastly but not least, James. He is Matt's son, and my step-brother but not by marriage because my mom and Matt aren't married. He is REALLY tall, like 6 foot, probably more. He has dark hair and eyes, a slight stubble and he is beyond ripped. He had this whole bad boy thing going, like I said earlier he was the one who taught me how to fight. Even though he was a bad guy, he can be really nice and sensitive sometimes which is one of the reasons I love him (not that he showed it with anyone but me and the family.) We have a relationship, well a sexual one that my mom and Matt don't know about – but everyone else does at school and they got over it ages ago.
Ok, so now that you now my life story, you'll know why James and I are kissing in the kitchen right now with Matt drunk in the next room.
"Fuck Sonny…" he groaned when I pushed my hips into his. He just got back from basketball training and seemed tense so I started kissing him to get him to loosen up and well… it works. We were going at it pretty hard and hadn't for a week or so, so we finally getting rid of some frustration.
He pushed my hips back and lifted me onto the table. I was wearing a pair of shorts so it wasn't easy access for him but I don't like skirts that much. He unbuttoned my shorts and pushed his hand down them until he found my centre and pushed a finger into my dripping core and started pushing in and out as he kissed me.
I moaned into his mouth which only made him pump harder. I stopped kissing him but put my head in the crook of his neck. "James…" I drawled out.
"Sonny, James, what are you two doing?" Matt slurred.
"Nothing dad." James grunted back.
"Oh my God." I moaned. James covered my mouth and said 'shh'. He pulled his finger out and I whimpered at the loss.
"Next time." He breathed. "Matt isn't that stupid." He smiled before pulling me of the table. I done my shorts back up panting and followed James into the living room where Matt was. He was watching some football match with a beer in his hand. I was still breathing kind of hard but I tried to steady it. "Hey dad."
"Hi." He mumbled. James and I looked at each other with questionable looks on our faces. He was normally a bit more happy than this.
"You O.K Matt?"
"Fine. Just tired." I shrugged it off and took his beer from his hand. I gulped a load down before James done the same and gave it back to Matt.
Just as we sat down Connie came in. "Hey kids, Matt I need to talk to you." She said heading towards the kitchen. Matt just got up and walked after her. We could hear mumbles which grew to shouts. I couldn't make out what they were saying but it didn't seem good. We sat in silence for a while and the shouting just got worse. I got up and ran upstairs. I hate it when they fight. They never used to but it's been happening a lot recently.
I threw myself on my bed and sat upright. This sucks. I looked over to the corner of my room and seen my piano sitting there. I slowly got up and walked over to it. I haven't played for 6 years. I ran my fingers over the keys and closed my eyes thinking about my love of music. I stopped playing when we moved here. I started playing a few notes and old lyrics started coming from my mouth.
"Everyday is like a blank canvas, you can paint it any way you want it." It was really slow and only a few keys of the piano were being hit. I sat down and started thinking about a beat. I hit a button and one of the pre-recorded tunes came on. It sounded good. I looked through the papers in the box next to it and pulled out a page with the lyrics of an old song on it and I began to play a proper beat and sang the lyrics that I had written a little while before I stopped playing.
"Everyday is like a blank canvas
You know you can paint it anyway you want it
You can draw black clouds, you can make the sun shine
Colour in a rainbow, or use black and white I was thinking about how much I wish this part was true… that I could make my life the way I really wanted it.
Open up your eyes and, your imagination
Come on let's write a song, a little poetry
Take a photograph, let's make some memories I didn't have many memories but I treasured the ones I did have
You can make it anything that you want it to be
If you follow your heart, Life is a work of art
Every night's like looking at a dark screen
You're never too young or too old to dream
You can make your fantasies into a reality
Cause you're creating your own masterpiece
Close your eyes and dream it, seeing is believing
Come on let's write a song, a little poetry
Take a photograph, let's make some memories
You can make it anything that you want it to be
If you follow your heart, Life is a work of art
Come on let's write a song, a little poetry
Take a photograph, let's make some memories
You can make it anything that you want it to be
If you follow your heart, Life is a work of art
Trying to simplify into Philosophy
Turn the star into a Galaxy
Make a little noise into a symphony I made my voice soft like a whisper and sang the words
You're creating a masterpiece
Yeah
You can make it anything that you want it to be
If you follow your heart, Life is a work of art
let's make some memories
You can make it anything that you want it to be
If you follow your heart, Life is a work of art
Come on let's write a song, a little poetry
Take a photograph, let's make some memories
You can make it anything that you want it to be
If you follow your heart, Life is a work of art
Life is a work of art
Life is a work of art
Life is a work of art
Life is a work of art"
"Wow." I turned around and James was standing in the doorway.
"How long have you been there?" I asked.
"Since the start of the song. You're amazing." I smiled and walked over to sit on the bed. He joined me a moment later and put his arm around my waist.
"Thanks but I'm not." I smiled. He kissed me really hard and laid me down on the bed with him on top of me.
"Trust me, you are." He said kissing me again.
"Sonny, James come here a minute." Mom called from down stairs.
"Go I'll be down in a sec." I murmured. He smiled, pecked my lips and left my room. I walked over to my piano, grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote at the top:
"Work Of Art." I walked down stairs and heard James yelling. What the hell?
"Fuck no!" James yelled.
"Excuse you?" Mom seethed.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Sonny I need to tell you something."
"Ok."
"Your distant grandfather died on your dad's said and he left us everything he had."
"I don't understand."
"He was very wealthy and I know you didn't know him but…"
"She's taking you to California." James said glaring at her."
"What? No way! We're moving to California!" I screamed as I jumped on James and hugged him.
"No, we're not." Matt said lazily.
"But I thought…"
"No, I'm not leaving and neither is James. I want to stay here." I can't believe this. I'm leaving James behind? And moving to California?
"I'm not leaving Sonny."
"I know you too are close, but we are moving, and you two are staying. Sonny start packing your things, we're leaving in a few days."
What just happened?