Sonny With a Chance of a Road Trip
Sonny's eyes flew open. The loud rasping pulse from her alarm clock had woken her from the best dream… though she would never tell a soul about it, let alone admit it was a good dream to herself – any dream involving Chad should be, in short, classified as a nightmare. But it had been so vivid… Chad's soft lips slowly working their way along her jaw, caressing her skin… GET A HOLD ON YOURSELF SONNY. She shook her head. The goosebumps that had risen all along her arm must simply be there due to the cold day. Apart from that it was summer. And she was in sunny LA. Sigh…
She glanced over at her clock. Wait, 4:30am? Was the thing broken? And then she remembered. Today was when the studio was flying to San Francisco. In her post-dream state, she had forgotten about the opening of the new club which herself, her cast mates and the Mack Falls cast were attending. She wondered which one of them would be asked to cut the ribbon… probably Chad. Urgh. Just the thought of his smug grin as he waved at his screaming fans, his sparkly eyes concentrating only on the hot ones… God, he was such a jerk! She couldn't believe she had ever had such an incredible dream about him. Well, she supposed he was pretty good-looking… well, maybe a bit more then pretty good-looking, but that was besides the point – she decided to forget about the dream, or as close enough to forget as she could, like any normal person would.
She pulled on some black jeans and attempted to bring some life to her slept-on hair, but then realised how late she was and prayed that her drive to the airport in her ancient convertible would blow some volume into it.
She grabbed an apple, wrote a brief note to her sleeping mother (It wasn't particularly heartfelt, but since she had written it in under a minute at 5 in the morning, she supposed she wasn't expected to have much imaginative inspiration) and burst through her apartment door. As soon as she had left the building, she jumped into her car and pushed the poor old thing to its limits by punching down on the gas. The car jerked forward and Sonny was on her way to a rather unexpected day…
Chad's eyes flew open. What. A. Dream. However amazing it had been, it would always be a dream. Chad doubted Sonny would EVER where something like that, and she would probably set him on fire if he ever DID THAT to her. Not that he cared. Not that he'd ever even thought about how Sonny hated him, and how she always would because of how much of a jerk he was… not that he was willing to change his badass-ness for her. Or maybe he was... STOP IT NOW CHAD. SONNY MUNROE WILL NOT ALTER YOUR WAYS… with her beautiful smile and pretty hair and perfect face... too far Chad. Toooo far. He then realised that his radio had switched on. Wait. Why was his alarm on on a Saturday? Waaiitt… Oh no. I. Am. Screwed. It was the San Francisco trip today. And the plane was leaving in TEN MINUTES. He obviously wasn't going to make it, but that thought didn't occur until he was weaving his way through the traffic of the LA morning rush, unshowered and with messy hair. His clothing was dishevelled and he looked exactly like a person who had just got out of bed should… he hadn't even changed into proper shoes yet. This was not his choice of look, but these were desperate matters. He HAD to cut that ribbon. Otherwise they might choose a RANDOM to do it. A shudder ran through him. If Sonny did it, he would never hear the end of it. HE WAS THE FAMOUS ONE. With that, he stomped on the gas once more and prayed there was a delay…
(A/N) Sooo, you like? I know, not much has happened yet… this story may be pretty long since I've already done a pretty chunky chapter and they haven't even met yet… well, PLEASE review… this is my first fan fiction, and I need love (hem reviews...) to continue... PEACE OUT SUCCKKAA'SS X