AN: Guess what this is? It is my 20th fiction! So that means there is 5 more until my milestone! I am so excited! Almost half way to 50 and almost a quarter to 100! Ok back to business, here is a short story I'm writing. I got the idea from the end of Walk a Mile in my Pants. It won't be much longer than 2 or 3 chapters. Please Enjoy!
Disclaimer: IDNOSWAC!
Lack of Book Syndrome
I hate that doctor. He just couldn't just cut off my pants and move on with his life. No, he had to make me read. 2 books! 2 whole books! Who does he think I am? Super Man? Chad Dylan Cooper does not read, especially bookds. He doesn't even read his own scripts. That's what his assistant is for, duh.
I asked Sonny for the books since she reads so much. Who does that? She handed me 2 so called easy books. That Twilight book every teenager on the planet was talking about and this book she though I would like. She said it was called the history of Hollywood. Not only am I reading, I'm learning! About Hollywood! What is wrong with this world?
I stared down at the pages. I haven't even started yet. None of it made sense. It looked like a bunch of symbols that meant something to someone, but that someone wasn't me. Ok, I have a secret, I can't read. Never learned how. My mom said she would teach me, saying that I didn't go to school, but everytime I asked her too, she came up with some excuse like "I don't have time, tomorrow" or "You have an audition in 10 minutes, I can't". That's what it was like almost every day. Then she left, I landed my role on the Goody Gang with Tawni and she didn't need to stay any more. She moved to Italy, I think. So I had my assistant, and long time family friend Ben Toburian, read all of my scripts to me. He and I are the only people who know. I wanted to call him and ask if he could read to me, but he would probably laugh in my face. I said he was a friend, I didn't mean a nice one.
I heard a knock come from my dressing room door.
"Come in!" I yelled from the couch. The door opened and a girl stepped in. Which girl? None other than Sonny Munroe.
"Hey Chad, can I have my books back?" she asked.
"I've had them for like 20 minutes. I'm not done yet." I said.
"No, you've had them since 9:00, and it's 9:00, again. I gave them to you yesterday." she said coming over to the couch. She sat down next to me and started reading over my shoulder. "Your only on the first page, have you been procrastinating?" she asked in a teasing manner. It was kind of seductive. No, Chad Dylan Cooper does not fall for Randoms!
"No, I have been reading since you gave me the book." I defended.
"Oh," she sat back and stoped reading. "That's kind of a slow pace Chad."
"It's a pace." I said as I turned back to the pages.
"Really? Ok then, read this." She pointed to the first line of the Twilight book.
"Bella Swan sat in her room as she stared at her beloved Edward?" I said uncertainly.
"No, It says 'My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down.' That wasn't even close Chad. Are you sure your at a 'pace'?" she asked.
"I'm positive." I lied.
"I'm positive you're not. I don't think you know how to read." she said. She ran her fingers through my hair.
"You have no proof." he said.
"Really?" She picked up a pen and wrote a word on her hand. "Read this."
"Chad." I shot back quickly.
"No, it says CAT." she corrected.
"But it's got the curvy thing at the begining of it." I defended.
"That's called a "C". Chad, you need help." she said.
"No I don't."
"How do you read your scripts?" she asked.
"People read them to me." I said.
"Does your mommy do it when she's making you a samich?!" she laughed.
"My mom lives in Italy." I said sternly.
"What about Dad?" she said.
"I don't know." I said.
"Oh, I'm sorry Chad." she said sadly.
"It's ok. Reading isn't that important." I said.
"Yes it is. I can teach you." she offered.
"Well miss walk-athon, you got me into it, you can get me out." I said.
"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked. Shit, I said the wrong thing.
"That's not what I meant." I defended. She stood up from the couch and picked up her books.
"Yeah whatever. I was trying to be nice and help you, but no, you had to turn it around." she said as she headed for the door.
"Sonny," I started.
"Don't 'Sonny' me. I'm leaving, and don't bother asking for help on reading!" she yelled as she slammed the door. Crap, another women who won't teach me how to read. Maybe I can ask Ben, no never mind. I have to convince Sonny.
AN: Hoped you like! More chapters to come! Please review!