One-way Street
A/N: My 1st SWAC fic!
Disclaimer: I don't own SWAC, CDC, Sonny Munroe, or much of anything worth suing me for, either. Also,
no beta reader, so all mistakes are mine, or some such.
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The Falls was a paradise - meditation room, chocolate fountain, fawning cast members. His ideas were taken seriously, and adored, and he was a star. The center of attention.
It was perfect. Or it should have been.
Chad Dylan Cooper, The Great CDC himself, greatest actor of his generation, sulked in his dressing room.
Even with a trio of beautiful, stunning, hot cast members looming in awe not five feet away, he felt awful, like Mackenzie in that episode where everyone thought he'd lost all his money and become destitute, only worse because he still had all his money, and all his adoring fans.
Moo, moo.
His lady had been gone for more than a week, and he could still hear the lingering echo of her cell phone. The sweet, sweet moo of her strange, backward, silly little country-girl Wisconsin ring tone.
Moo, moo!
…or maybe she was coincidentally walking past his dressing room, all the way over on the Falls studio, for no good reason.
He perked up in his chair, looking at the door, anticipating her rude habit of shoving the door open and striding into the room without waiting for his permission. He checked his hair, and plastered on a smug smile. He was hot. He was Mackenzie. Of course she'd come back.
As if on cue, the door to the dressing room burst open and there she was, a magazine in hand, looking stunning in a magenta gown, like a princess.
"What the hell, Chad?"
He jumped to his feet, not the least bit smoothly, and tripped over toward the love of his young life. "My lady! I mean, uh, Sonny."
She shoved a magazine at him, before bringing her fists down by her side in twin balls of anger, practically threatening him just with the wrath in her beautiful brown eyes. "This is low, even for you."
"What did I do?" He fumbled with the magazine up, reading the cover. Because he was Chad Dylan Cooper — where else would he be?
Hot Singles? Right. Like that could be what she was mad about? She'd dumped him.
"Oh, you know what you did."
"Sonny," he said, smiling, "I don't know what you think I did, but it's lies."
"Open the magazine, Cooper. You're kissing Tawni on page thirty-three."
He laughed, because it was ridiculous. Like anyone would put him back on page thirty-three? He was cover material.
He flipped the book open and turned the pages, gawking at the photo. It certainly looked like he was kissing Tawni.
"That's not what it looks like."
"I thought you were, I don't know. Something!" She dropped the sentence in frustration.
"Please. Like I'd kiss a Random? I was helping her with her contact."
"Were you, Chad? Were you really?" She moved closer, too close. He could smell her, so close that if he reached out, she would fit inside his arms. It took all his effort to not reach out and hug her.
"I was," he said, the word softer and more fragile than he'd intended.
"Good," she snapped, her anger fading into uncertainty.
"Good," he smiled back.
"Good," she tried again, more hostile.
"Fine," he snapped, falling back into the familiar argument.
"Fine!"
"So we're good?"
"Oh, we are so good." She stormed off, a swirl of familiar good-natured hostility and So Random quirkiness.
If he wasn't mistaken, she'd sounded jealous. And if she was jealous, he still had a chance. Chad picked up his phone and sent her a text, comprised of only four small letters: "G-o-o-d."
Reassured, Chad turned back to his cast mates. "So, meditation room?"
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Please R&R since this is my first SWAC fic and I am nervous as Piglet on a Windsday.