Well, I'm writing this on a seven hour car drive on my way to college. Forgive me if it's poorly written, totally out of character, and the plot makes no sense. I have been up all day.
Here it goes.. I do not own SWAC. I wish I did though.
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Three words. Chad. Dylan. Cooper.
He was the bane of my existence. The reason I dreaded going to work everyday because I knew it was inevitable that we would run into each other.
It meant running through the same routine. Chad would say something extremely conceited. I would reply with, what I thought, was witty come back. He would rebuttal. Fine. Fine. Good. Good. So we're good. Oh, we're so good.
Then later on in the day when I would run into him again. He would somehow manage to be kind to me in someway. Somedays it would be bigger then others. Wether it was holding a door open for me, or dancing with me at the prom, which I had put together, that I had missed.
These mixed signals were more then I could handle. Did he like me, or not? Were we friends, or not?
Whatever he thought I knew I made my decision.
I Sonny Munroe, like Chad Dylan Cooper. I mean, LIKE like. Maybe even LOVE. However selfish and conceited he try to seem to be, I have seen his kinder side.
But I could never let him know how I feel. After all, if he didn't feel the same way, that would make my day all the more dreadful.
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Oh dear. Seems as if this is a drabble of sorts. Oh well. Never said I was going to get a lot accomplished. This is a one-shot. I fail at doing multi-chapter. I tried. The story is now sitting around with its one chapter all sad.
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~savekenny