Author's Note: Two of you have commented on the fact that it was too short...you obviously haven't read my author's note, because it explains how it was just a teaser. Other than that, it seems that I've gotten a positive response to this idea, so I'm happy. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Disney's Sonny With a Chance. Characters are simply borrowed to live in an alternate universe.
Chapter One.
"So, how many moles did you get when you converted problem 8?" she wrote, showing the note to the golden-haired boy by her side.
"Uhh," Chad Dylan Cooper responded, looking through his homework sheet, "I got .309 moles of sodium hydroxide."
She just nodded, copying it down onto her paper.
The two sat in her kitchen, working on their AP Chemistry homework on the granite island. A plate of chocolate chip cookies lay in front of him, only two and a half remaining. They continued to scribble down answers and punch in numbers into calculators, when they heard the crunch of a car's tires on the driveway.
Her mother was home.
In no less than five minutes later, Connie Monroe walked through the kitchen doorway, a paper bag of groceries in her arms.
"Hey, guys," she greeted, going straight to the refrigerator to put away the various food items. "What're you two working on?"
"Just some AP Chem homework," Chad answered for the both of them.
Sonny Monroe wasn't too big on words. Well, she hadn't been too big on words for a couple of years already. She returned from winter break during their freshman year in high school and hadn't said a word since. As much as it bothered Chad, he chose not to let her know of his frustration. If Sonny didn't want to talk, he wouldn't force her. He just wished he knew why she refused to let him hear her melodic voice.
He'd harbored a little crush on his brunette best friend during the middle of seventh grade. He just liked the way her hair shined when put into good light, the little crinkle of her nose when she had a great distaste for something, the way she laughed at the silliest things, and...The way she wasn't afraid to do a good deed every damn day, telling at least one person a day about how much they were appreciated.
She was a good person.
Maybe that's why he fell in love with her a year and half later.
You couldn't blame him. Not only was she a good person, but she was also gorgeous in ways he couldn't bring the fanciest words forward to be worthy of describing her. She was a one-of-a-kind beauty. Smart, too.
They met in the fifth grade. She was the new girl from Wisconsin. The one who was the 'snitch'. The one who purposely got pushed into a puddle of mud on this one very rainy day, and got her bright yellow shirt ruined. The one who he helped off the floor, threatening the other kids to make that move again and feel the wrath of Chad Dylan Cooper. The one who he got in trouble for and a citation of misconduct written up for him because he threatened another student. And yet, she was the one who was his best friend for about seven years, right after that incident.
It wasn't a surprise he found himself head over heels over two years later.
"Sounds fun," Connie commented, placing a box of chewy granola into the pantry. "I've always hated Chemistry when I was in high school. As much as I'm happy that the two of you are taking AP courses, I still think the both of you are crazy for taking Chemistry."
He laughed, the corners of his sapphire eyes crinkling in amusement, "Chemistry isn't that bad."
He glanced at the brunette next to him, seeing her following the conversation in silent laughter.
"No, Biology isn't that bad. But, Chemistry—it's hell."
"Right, Connie," Chad said with a quirk of his lips.
"Well, I should leave you two to your hardcore homework…doing."
Without another word, her mother left the room. As soon as they could hear her reach the top of the stairs, Sonny wrote him a note.
"Can we not do this? I kinda agree with my mom. Chem is hell."
"And when do you suppose we finish our homework, then, Sonshine?"
She smiled at the name she was given after two weeks of meeting him.
"Later, of course. After dinner…that is, of course, if you're staying."
He scanned the note, noticing the subtle hint that she wanted him to stay. He knew her so well; he could read the meaning in her words in black and white.
"I'll stay," he answered, grinning at the sight of her joy. "Then what do you want to do, now that we don't have any homework to work on at the moment?"
"I don't know. Let's go out. Maybe the park. Or maybe you want to go get some frozen yogurt?"
"How about both?" he suggested.
She jumped off her barstool, happy that she had such a wonderful best friend who was willing to put up with her spontaneous decisions. She wanted to go out. She didn't want to stay home, in fear of remembering the past. She liked to move around, enjoying the thrill of the moment. Of life. She loved the California sun, and the shadows of palm trees on the sidewalk. She loved the smell of freshly mown grass in her neighborhood, and the smell of the crisp air.
It helped her escape her thoughts of…No. She refused to remember. The memories would consume her, destroying her from the inside out. Nope. No. It never happened. It was just a nightmare. A fear that would taint her already flawed soul. Never again, she promised herself.
Slipping her boots on, Sonny grabbed her notepad on the table by the door, waiting for the teenage blond to emerge from the kitchen. She tapped her foot, the echo of her heel on the cherry wood floor, as she waited for him to slip his sneakers on. As soon as he was ready, she signaled him with her eyes to carry out her message above.
"Hey, Connie?" Chad shouted up the stairwell. "Sonny and I are gonna go out, if that's alright with you."
"That's fine, just come home before dinner," she yelled back, her voice a little muffled through her closed door.
"Alright, Sonshine. Where to?" he asked her with a smile.
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Oh, and in case you were wondering, this was 1,020 words.