(A/N): Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction ever! I hope it's not too bad. I'm trying for some different writing styles, and I hope that you like this first chapter!!
OKAY GUYS. I am NOT a racist person. I am simply using everything to get in CHARACTER. I'm an Asian and proud, so I doubt someone would just insult their own heritage. Geez, people, can't you tell it's part of the story?
Disclaimer: I don't own Sonny with a Chance.
~~Dreams Make Reality Impossible~~
~Chapter 1: Dreaming of You
Sonny's POV
"Sonny," he murmured, gently cupping his hands beneath my chin. My face was brought up, and my eyes absorbed the intensity of his electric blue ones with untold wonder. His golden blonde hair swept over his eyes, and glistened like corn silk.
I took a deep, shuddering breath and closed my eyes, resisting the urging temptation to crush my lips against his, a task which—trust me—took all of my willpower. His hands, always roaming, shifted to the small of my back, and a pair of soft, tender lips brushed against my jaw. My heart was on fire. I opened my eyes; and he was slowly pulling me closer; and his sparkling eyes were closing; and I parted my lips, anticipating the moment when our lips would touch. The space between us became smaller and smaller and—
~*~*~*~
I woke up. Actually, my eyes flew open when something soft and fuzzy was thrown with great force and hit me square in the face. It didn't hurt, but it was enough to wake me up. I opened my mouth to yawn, but got a mouthful of pink fuzz from Tawni's plush pillow instead.
"Bleh," I choked, coughing and sputtering the contents of my mouth out into my hands.
"So you're up?" Tawni asked nonchalantly, reluctantly tearing her gaze away from the mirror to cast a brief glance in my direction.
"Yeah, I guess," I slurred sleepily. "But I don't see why you had to wake me up from…" My voice trailed off. From the most amazing dream ever. It was all coming back, thoughts of the moments of pure bliss flooding my mind. For some reason, I was suddenly angry. "UGH! WHY the heck did you wake me up?!" I practically screamed at my costar.
Now I'm usually—as Tawni puts it—all rainbows and sunshine, so I wasn't surprised to see Tawni look a little taken aback and slightly frightened at my sudden, shocking outburst. But she recovers fast, and after a deep breath, a flip of her glossy blonde hair, and clothes being smoothed down, she had snatched a nail file and regained composure.
"Well," she began, filing furiously at her already perfect, pink, manicured nails, "I was going to ask you what you thought of my outfit."
She gestured gracefully down at the outfit in question: a shimmering navy blue halter top, tight fitting black skinny jeans, silver metallic flats, a loose, sparkly silver belt that tilted towards one hip, and dangling silver hoop earrings. It looked very nice.
I was about to say so, but Tawni cut in before I managed to get a single, solitary word out of my mouth.
"—But obviously," she gushed, "that was stupid of me because I always look fabulous!" She laughed, emitting a sound that sounded like a high pitched peal of tinkling silver bells. "But," she muttered, annoyed and suddenly frowning, "what's you're problem?"
Before I was able to register what I was saying, or fully analyze my dream, words slipped out of my mouth like warm, creamy melted chocolate. "Oh, I just woke up from the most amazing dream," I whispered, fantasy dancing across my eyes.
"Normally, I'd say I didn't care," Tawni chuckled, flipping her golden locks, "but this feels… different. What was it about?"
My stomach froze, and my palms got sweaty. I do not like Chad Dylan Cooper. He's a jerk. I hate him.
"Oh, nothing really. Really, nothing at all. I'm not kidding, seriously!" I squeaked nervously, my voice an octave higher than usual. "Actually, once you think about it, it wasn't that great." I wove my fingers over each other and crossed them behind my back, hoping that the answer would suffice.
Tawni scrutinized me carefully for a few moments, then shrugged, proceeding to the mirror and running a hot pink hairbrush through her hair.
I sighed in relief. "Well, I'd love to stay here and chat, but I… uh… have to get ready for rehearsal!" I said cheerfully, and bolted for the door.
"Uh, Sonny?" Tawni called, right before I turned the handle.
I slowly turned around. "Yes?" I whispered through gritted teeth.
"We're going to lunch."
"Oh."
I am such an idiot sometimes.
~*~*~*~
"Ugh, this is super disgusting," Nico groaned, miserably stirring his lumpy, pus colored mashed potatoes.
"Talk about gross!" Tawni complained, delicately prodding a soggy green bean with her fork. Her face was plagued with pain and disgust.
Grady, as always, was doubled over, clutching his stomach and groping at the sides of the table for support. Idiotically, he had shoveled a large spoonful of the murky chocolate pudding into his mouth. In a matter of minutes, his face was tinted a fint shad of green. "Uh, guys, I think I'm going to throw up!" he moaned. Nobody paid much attention to him.
Zora was cackling softly, grinning mischievously as she lifted the contents of her plate up to eye level. "It's like toxic waste from Neptune!" she snickered. "I'd love to pelt those stuck-up snobs with this stuff! The possibilities are endless!"
Stuck-up snobs? Oh wait, yeah, obviously MacKenzie Falls.
Zora's large toffee eyes glinted maliciously as she inhaled the horrid fumes of her lunch.
Me? Unlike my cast mates, I wasn't paying a single ounce of attention to my food, although the stench was making my eyes water a bit. I was completely lost with what I was doing, but I found my gaze resting on the cast of MacKenzie Falls—Zora's stuck-up snobs—and of course: Chad Dylan Cooper.
Chad's POV
I was not having a good day.
I know what you're thinking: "Chad Dylan Cooper does not have bad days! That's impossible!"
Well, face it. Chad Dylan Cooper does the impossible. No matter how crappy it is.
Like hell he does.
Even in my godly greatness and unadulterated hotness, I can screw up. And when Chad Dylan Cooper screws up, he is not happy.
Not even a freaking filet mignon can make me feel better. Well, okay, I lied. Filet mignon can always make a guy feel better. Screw animal rights. Screw vegetarians. This stuff was gold.
Not to mention those mentally retarded freaks from Chuckle City barfing their guts out. That was classic. Tico and Gravy were huddled around a seat (ten million bucks that the blonde, pudgy sponge was throwing up… again), Blondie (or Tana, or Tawnah, or whatever the hell her name is) was practically crying, and that terrifying little creep had this really scary look on that pinched up face of hers.
My day was taking a turn for the better.
So I pick up my still-clean spoon (cause let's face it: who uses a spoon to eat steak?) and grin at my reflection.
Perfect. As always. My sparkling eyes (eat it, Sonny) and windswept hair looked particularly stunning today. You are so hot, Chad. Girls will be clinging to you when you exit that stage door today.
Tilted my mirror (wait, spoon) to the right. Saw Brenda slapping slop on some Asian guys plate. I grinned. Hell, I didn't even know what that dude was doing here (not that I give a shit). Asians are not supposed to be in Hollywood. Asians are supposed to be doing advanced algebra and calculus problems and drawing people with tiny bodies and huge eyes. Asians are supposed to be worshipping Hello Kitty. My mom would call me racist, but hey, I'm just laying out the facts.
Tilted my spoon to the left.
Whoa. Are you freaking serious?
Check that out. Sonny Munroe was staring at me. No, I was not being delusional (trust me, I checked). She was most definitely gazing at my finely chiseled features. I was so going over there.
"Gonna check out the Randoms. Be back in a few," I muttered to Portlyn.
She blinked a couple times. "Okay, whatever," she murmured, clearly not interested.
Talk about inconsiderate. The complete opposite of me, of course.
I ran a hand through my lusciously gorgeous hair. Straightened my collar (popped it, actually. The sexy way). Stuck my right hand in my pocket, and sauntered over to the So Stupid! table, left foot first.
When I got there, they were still vomiting. Pathetic losers. I placed my left hand on the back of Sonny's chair, wrapped my right foot around my left leg, and grinned.
Sonny blinked rapidly, for like, ten minutes. Then took a deep, shuddering breath. "What do you want, Chad?" she said, her voice sounding a tad bit airy.
I shrugged. "I want to know why you were staring at me with those big googly eyes of yours," I chuckled.
"Well, we want you to leave! Back off, Chip!" Tico spat, ever so elegantly enunciating the 'p' so his saliva splattered all over my shirt.
Thank the Lord for sarcasm.
"Look, Nico, it's okay. And Chad," Sonny turned to glare at me, "do you honestly think that I'd be staring at you? I was staring at your steak," she shot back icily.
I smirked knowingly and whipped out my phone. She raised her eyebrows.
Funny little Sonny. If only she knew.
I finished my steak 10 min b4 u got here munroe
-CDC-
Her cell phone rang. Or, should I say, it mooed.
That's right, CDC Fans: Sonny Munroe, my potential love interest, has a mooing phone. The tabloids can not hear about that.
What? Wait, did I just say 'potential love interest'? Screw that—no. Chad Dylan Cooper does not do love. Chad Dylan Cooper does not do commitment. Chad Dylan Cooper does not do romance. Yeah, that's right. Chad Dylan Cooper runs out of the room screaming when a chick flick is on TV and his sister won't let him change the channel. Why? Because Chad Dylan Cooper is a man.
100% man.
So eat it.
Sonny checked her inbox. And got all rigid. Like seriously, her hands sort of turned into claws and her eyes froze over. She so saw my message. Like I'm stupid enough not to tell.
Why the hell did I ever think that his was a bad day? This was the best day ever. And I know that sounds really perky and unChadtastic, but it's true.
"Stupid fan," Sonny laughed uncomfortably, waving her hand as if to brush my text off. She—quick as lightening (and I'm not even kidding)—shut her phone off.
Cute. That nervous stuff was cute.
Ugh! Shut up, Chad, shut up, and let Chad Dylan Cooper take over.
"Hey, guys, we've got rehearsals for the 'America's Got No Talent' sketch in 15 minutes," Sonny piped up, pointing to her adorable tie-dye, peace sign watch. "Why don't you guys go and get ready first?"
The Randoms shrugged, picked up their slop, and dumped their black plastic trays into the nearest trash bin. They scurried off like pathetic little chipmunks, whispering amongst themselves.
That left me alone with Sonny.
…not that I care.
Tawni's POV
I was kind of happy that Sonny made us leave. I couldn't wait for rehearsal! I was wearing this ahdorable strapless dress that went down to a little bit above the middle of my thighs. It was this mixture of magenta and hot pink, and shimmery all over. It cinched up perfectly at my perfect waist, and had this huge, satiny bow that tied in the back. The neckline had a slight V shape, and had these tiny little diamond pearls encrusted around it. The hem was asymmetrical in the pretty kind of way, and omigod I'm rambling again, aren't I?
Sonny says I ramble too much.
Not that I care about Sonny, or anything, but even with a face as undeniably celestial and gorgeous as mine, you can get worried. Tawni Hart has a heart.
Catchy!
But Sonny, Sonny has been acting strange ever since I threw my pink plush pillow at her. She didn't even notice that her lip gloss wasn't on her lips anymore, and her mascara was a little flaky, and her foundation was wearing off, and her skin was looking a little blotchy around the eyes, and hair had flyaways, and—
TAWNI! STOP rambling!
It's weird. It's really weird. Care and concern isn't really my thing, unless it's for hair and makeup and such. And I don't really enjoy the "thinking" department either.
But I'm thinking that my pillow might be magical.
Chad's POV
Talk about awkward.
Sonny's creepy little friends left what seemed like hours ago. And all we've been doing is sitting (in my case, standing) there and saying nothing.
And all I can think is that my left arm is getting pretty damn tired, leaning on the back of her chair. This was agony.
Again, handsome, valiant Chad Dylan Cooper had to take the bold, daring move. Yes, that's right, CDC Fans: I broke the silence.
"So…" I strained, smiling through gritted teeth.
"So…" she countered, pressing her lips so tightly together that they turned white (yeah, white. It was pretty creepy)
"I got you're text," Sonny waved her phone in my face, twisting her wrist back and forth until I got disoriented.
Okay, a bit freaky, but cute. It's really messed up: how she can do that.
I leaned in really close. Like our cheeks were practically touching.
He shoots…
"I think I know why you were looking at me," I whispered in her ear, smirking.
She opened her mouth to protest, but I did the classic move and put my finger to her ruby red lips.
Thank you, MacKenzie. Never thought I'd say that.
"Don't even try," I murmured hypnotically, "you really aren't that good at acting."
And I turned around and walked off. Just like that. Because Chad Dylan Cooper leaves the ladies speechless and wanting more.
Well, Sonny Munroe was speechless. And I could tell from her face that she so wanted more. And she couldn't even deny it.
…and he SCORES!!
Sonny's POV
I stood fidgeting uncomfortably in my eccentric, bold costume as I quietly watched Grady rehearse his act for the sketch. I was donning neon green leggings, white go go boots, flashy metallic lightning bolt earrings, and a tight, form-fitting black, spaghetti strap dress that fell to the middle of my thighs. My mocha brown locks were swept up messily into a poofy bun at the top of my head, and I was wearing bright red lipstick and green eye shadow.
I impatiently tapped my foot as I cast a brief glance at my watch before carefully removing it from my wrist. I wasn't due to rehearse my part for another 12 minutes. Being in my usual cheery, optimistic mood, I decided to make use of the free time that I had.
Silently, I left the set and slipped into the dressing room that I shared with Tawni. I faced myself in the mirror, and took a deep breath. Remembering what Chad had said at lunch, I determinedly fixed my gaze at my face.
It was time to start practicing.
My current acting skills apparently weren't going to cut it.
It was time to improve.
Wow, that was (I think) a really long chapter! I really, truly hope that you liked it! So, if you would be so kind and REVIEW, that would make my day!
PEACE OUT SUCKAS!!
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