A/N: Hey peeps! Here's my new one-shot, "How Do We Do This." It's a song-fic based on SK's song, "How We Do This."
Well, enjoy!
SPOV
Sometimes everything in life is complicated. I was trying to come up with a new idea for a sketch. So far, not so great. But I suddenly came up with an idea when the Mack Falls jerkthrob, Chad Dylan Cooper barges in my dressing room.
"Hey, Munroe," he said. I turned around in my swivel chair to see him sitting on Tawni's couch.
"What do you want, Cooper?" I asked, annoyed.
"I heard you were looking for a sketch idea, and I thought I could help," he said haughtily, lying down in the leopard print chair.
"Since when do you care about So Random?" I asked suspiciously.
"Since about two hours ago, when I heard you screaming 'I can't come up with an idea! God help me!'," he mimicked.
"I do not sound like that!" I defended.
"Anyways, off the subject of you, and on to me," he cockily said. "I'm thinking I could sing on your show."
"Sing? Are you kidding me?" I sarcastically quipped.
"Yeah, there is more than one person that can sing around here," he said.
"Oh, really? Prove it," I said.
"Fine, I will," he said. "Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti, do." He sang that PERFECTLY.
"I've heard worse," I quipped.
"So, I've got a gig on the show?" he asked hopefully.
"Are you begging to be on the show?" I asked satisfied.
"No," he said. Then he murmured, "Just put me in the show."
"Okay, I'll have to ask Marshall, so I can't guarantee a spot on the show," I explained.
"Thanks, Munroe," he said, winking at me. Then he walked out of the room. Just, it's something about him that gives me chills. Good, not bad. Then I ran to Marshall, who was by our Check It Out Girls set.
"Hey Marshall, I have an idea for the show," I said quickly.
"Oh, what is it, kiddo?" he asked.
"Here it is: How about we have Chad guest star on the show again?" I suggested.
"I thought you didn't like it last time he guest starred," he said.
"I mean, how about we have Chad sing on the show?" I suggested again.
"Sure, kiddo," he said. "Can he sing?"
"Yeah, I even made sure he could," I said, smiling.
"Okay, kiddo, you can do it," he approved.
"Thanks, Marshall," I said, and ran off back to get ready for our show, since the show was tonight.
(Later that night, five minutes before show time)
I was already in my Check it Out Girls outfit, makeup done, and Chad still wasn't here. Finally, he showed up in his leather jacket, gray t-shirt, jeans, and guitar in hand.
"Hey, Munroe," he greeted.
"Hey, Chad," I greeted back. "Ready for the show? You do know it is a live audience, right?"
"Yeah, I know that from my last time being here," he replied.
"Cast and crew, one minute to show time," the director said.
"Go out there. The fans are waiting. I watched him go out on stage, the fans screaming, and watched him sit down on a stool, with the band behind him.
"Hey, wassup! You all may know me as Mackenzie on the number one show, Mackenzie Falls," he said cockily. Normal Chad, I thought. "I'm gonna sing a little song I wrote."
"He wrote a song?" I muttered to myself. Then he started playing his guitar. After about fifteen seconds of him and the band playing, he started singing.
I'm used to being on my own
My heart shut down
If I don't go there,
I won't get hurt
But then a pretty girl said
If you're never ever gonna get hurt again
Are you ever gonna feel another thing my friend
And I like the way she talks
And I li-li-li-li-like the way she spins my world around
And my he-he-he-heart's good for one more kick
How do we do this?
'Cause I believe you're worth it
How do we do this?
What's it take and is it gonna break me down
I found that nothing can't come from nothing
So you better come 'round
I'm down
How do we do this?
He was so good; I ended up humming and swaying through the chorus.
So tell me you're ready
'Cause things are getting heavy
And I don't wanna fall apart
Spending time with you
Is all I wanna do
You know it's scary, giving up your heart
And you give me that something
Been waiting so long
You make me smile
That's why I wrote this song
(Repeat bridge to chorus and chorus)
I'll risk it
One kiss is
All that it's taking
All shaking
Heart breaking
I think you'll be worth the pain
(Repeat bridge to chorus and chorus; end of song)
I was so amazed at how well he could sing. I clapped, but I wasn't crazily clapping, like an obsessed fan. He walked off the stage, and the crew moved the other instruments off the stage.
"We'll be taking a short five minute break, so don't go away," the announcer said, giving me and Chad a good five minutes to talk.
"That was great, Chad. I'm impressed," I complimented.
"Thanks, Munroe," he said. "You know who that song was for, right?"
"Uh, no, why?" I asked.
"It's for you," he whispered, then he caressed my cheek, and kissed me. He set down his guitar, but we continued kissing. All of a sudden, we heard the "oohs" coming from the audience. Apparently, Tawni had opened the backstage curtain, and everyone saw us. We broke apart, still about two inches from each other, with me feeling the heat from his body.
"I like you, Sonny," he whispered.
"I like you too, Chad," I replied, then we hugged.
Hey peeps! Don't worry; I'm coming up with a multi-chapter sequel for this story! Peace out!