A/N: Howdy, everybody? It's passionately happy here, with a new story to tell. -winky-
I know that I should be undating Secrets, but truly, I have lost my muse for it. So I'm going to try my luck with this story, which I envision to become a multi-chap. I'm pretty excited for this one, since it's based on true events that has happened at my school, and I've already typed it up with entirely different characters.
I'm going to stop my rant here, so I guess... enjoy? -smiley face-
Disclaimer: C'mon, Disney, you know better!
A note: Candy grams are Candy Canes with a piece of paper attached to it, with the recipient and the sender on it. Remember this- Candy Grams play a huge role in this story!
Another note: This is an unknown person's P.O.V.
Typically, on February 14 each year, the air would be buzzing with love and everybody would be happy, singing their favorite Taylor Swift songs about their lover or looking up into the sky, wishing for their prince or princess to come running to them to form their own happily ever after.
But, the one person who fit the stereotype for doing these things, just downright hates Valentine's Day. The one person who would dress up as a reindeer during the month of December, the one person who would even dress up as Chad Dylan Cooper for Halloween just to get her friends into the spirit.
Three guesses, anyone?
Well, obviously. Miss Sonny Monroe, the spirited and energetic star of So Random!, and someone I would consider to be the most enthusiastic person on the planet. Which surprised me when she came into the studio, completely dressed in black and announced that she loathes- loathes, not love, kids, remember the difference- Valentine's Day, leaving us completely dumbfounded. I mean, how could the world's ray of sunshine hate Valentine's Day, out of all days?
So that's why I employed myself on this self on this mission.
I push past the stars crowding around the candy gram table, and slide on my sunglasses before meeting Ms. Pearce, the Condor Studios secretary, at the front of the line.
"Why, hello there," greeted Ms. Pearce, holding out her hand for the one dollar bill. I graciously hand her the bill, and she smiles at me as she takes it. "What can I do for you?"
"A candy gram, please," I almost roll my eyes at the stupidity of Ms. Pearce's question, but I hold back. Wouldn't want to offend anybody on this mission.
"Sure, sweetheart, where to?" Ms. Pearce questions.
"Sonny Monroe, please."
A/N: How was the epilogue so far? Any thoughts? Review!
