AN: Okay everybody, this is the too long awaited sequel to The Chances of Happening! I know, it's been too long, but I wanted to get ahead in the story before I posted, plus I have a busy schedule, and it's hard to find a good time to write. But the good news is, when I do write, I usually sit down and whip out a chapter or two, which means when things get slow, I have a chapter on researve that I can just post :)
I noticed while writing this, that my chapters are becoming longer, which is a good thing! This chapter itself is 4,349 words, which I thing was around the length of my final chapter for TCOH (The Chances of Happening), and so far not a singel chapter has been less then 3,000 words. So yay! It's gonna be long! *That's what she said*
I'm really excited to post this, and I hope it is as well recieved and enjoyed as TCOH, hopefully better? I can already tell that my writing has developed since then, so I'm hoping this story will be better written :)
Just so you know, I have some interesting things up my sleeve for this story, some of which InspiredByTheCaliforniaSun knows about, and approved, which is good! I really owe her another thanks, she helped me figure out what music to use for Sonny's album (Which is all Demi Lovato) and why she might write the songs. They will slowly appear, but thsi story is a lot about the process of her album, so they won't all just pop out of no where. Ugh, I'm procrastinating the beginning, can you tell? Please let me know if you like it, I love to hear your thoughts! *Edward Cullen moment there...*
Disclaimer- I don't own Sonny with a Chance, or Demi's songs. But I do own this plot line!
Where We Belong
Sonny's POV
I unlocked and walked through my front door. Exhausted from my day, I flung my purse somewhere in my living room, and then fell onto my couch.
My new apartment was small and simple. Just what I needed. I looked around, only moving my head, at the white walls and the dark hardwood flooring. I had a little white rug in the living room where I was currently laying, and of course the couch I was on, which was a dark blue color. Across from my couch was a medium sized TV next to which was a library of DVD's. There were shelves and shelves, and even though I had moved into my apartment bringing many of them with me, my collection grew every day. The reason behind that was Chad. Everyday sense I have left he has sent me a DVD in the mail, which arrives at 5:00 pm, ready for watching after dinner. My total of DVDs from Chad was thirteen, counting today. That's when I realized I still had the small package in my hand, my DVD of the day. I had found it outside my door when I had come home from the studio.
I sat up, and slide my fingernail under the tape, lifting it, and then tearing into the small parcel. I took out the case, and read it. ' I'll See You in the Morning' The title made me smile, because it was true. Tomorrow, I would get up early, and drive to pick Chad up at the airport. He had gotten the earliest flight possible, and he landed at 5:30, just so that we could spend as much time together during our short weekend visit as possible. I set the movie down on the dark coffee table to watch latter, and suddenly received two tests. The first was from Chad;
To: You
From: Chad
Hey, just finished packing, c u 2morrow, bright and early! Love you
Chad always wrote out the words love you completely instead of writing 'Luv U', he told me because his love for me wasn't abbreviated, and then had smiled at his own cheesy words.
I quickly replied;
To: Chad
From: You
I love you too! Have a good flight! :)
Then went on to the next text which was from my brother.
To: You
From: David
Hey, I'll be there in five
I knew the text wasn't meant for me to reply, especially sense he was driving and had already broken the law by texting and driving by sending me that message that was just how David was. I stretched out my limbs, trying to crack my back, and then shuffled over to my kitchen to pull out two sodas, on for me and one for him. David was coming over to help me clean up my apartment. That might seem weird, but we have been seeing each other so little sense my Mom and I had moved to California, that he took every excuse to come and help me out or spend time with me, even if he wouldn't like what we were doing. Like cleaning. I had just cracked open my can and set the other on the counter when I heard the knock on my door.
"Come in!" I shouted at him. David opened my door and stepped in giving me a look.
"You know your door really shouldn't be unlocked, and what if that hadn't been me?" He asked me, crossing his arms over in gray sweatshirt.
"Hello to you too." I smiled at him, ignoring his comments.
"Oh, sorry," He shook his head, and then awkwardly waved at me on purpose. "Hello." I laughed, and picked up his soda and handed it to him. "Thanks." He smiled, taking a sip and then getting back to what he was saying before. "But really Son. You should be more careful." David had called me Son for a long time, and it was only a nickname that I was called by him. This often had gotten us weird stares from random people who heard him calling me that, because they were thinking of the word being used in the wrong context.
"David, I knew it was you, you had just texted me from the road, which by the way is against the law." I pointed out the fault by him, and he just waved me off.
"Son, your only-" I cut him off.
"Seventeen. Not four and a half, and waiting for Mommy to come back from next door." He looked at me, sizing me up, and deciding if he wanted to pursue this argument any longer, and decided against it.
"Okay, okay. But just be careful." I smiled.
"Alright Vid, will do." I smirked, calling him by his nickname from when we were younger. In school, almost everybody called him Dave, so in order to be individual, I decided to use the last part of his name instead of the first. Ergo, Vid. "Now get to work." I hiked my thumb pointing behind me at the kitchen, which was a bit of a dishes mess.
"What? No way." He protested, setting down his can on the small table that seated four or five (when lucky) at dinner, and walking into the kitchen anyway.
"That's what you came over for, so that's what you'll do." I told him.
"You aren't going to help?" He asked, his eyebrows raising up into his shaggy dark brown bangs.
"I never said that." I laughed at him and threw a dish towel in his direction, which he caught without difficulty.
"Go turn on music." He told me, filling the sink with hot water and dumping in about half a bottle of dish soap.
"Yes sir." I saluted him and then left him rolling his eyes.
Back in the living room I pressed play on my I-pod dock, which immediately began to play my Glee playlist.
"No!" David shouted, and I laughed and changed it, not wanting to push him too far. I settled on a song by OneRepublic and made my way back to the kitchen, picking up two cups and a plate I had left around the room.
"You don't like Glee?" I asked him amused as I leaned against the door frame with the dishes in hand.
"Not really, but don't tell Sarah that!" I laughed, turning off the faucet, and looking at me devilishly. Sarah Jennings was his girlfriend of three years, they had been together sense they had met the summer of their freshman year of college.
"I won't promise you that." I smirked at him. "But how is Sarah? I asked. I really liked her, she was sweet, red-headed and fair skinned, and completely in love with my brother. And he with her. They were a cute couple to watch, David being is fairly muscular, 6 foot tall, dark haired, tough looking guy, and Sarah being a relatively short 5'4" innocent looking girl. But she brought out the charming side to him.
"She's great, told me to tell you hi, and that she would love to have you over for dinner with us sometime this week." I said, getting this cute smile on his face when he said her name.
"And you don't?" I asked him, mocking a hurt look. He shot me a signature look that said 'ha-ha your so funny'.
"Defiantly not. That would mean I'd have to clean our apartment too."
"Oh, well in that case, tell Sarah I'd love to come." I smiled sweetly at him.
"What ever." He scoffed. "Come do some cleaning for yourself. You haven't done anything sense I got here!" He complained.
"Fine, fine." I walked to his side, placing the dishes in the soapy water, and then bending down to get a dry towel out of a drawer. "You wash, I'll dry." I said.
"Just like old times?" He said, referring to our chores when we were younger, and living under the same roof.
"Just like old times." I confirmed. We got done with the dishes within the hour, a new record by far, with minimum casualties. David had dropped a glass while rocking out to Jimmy Eat World's 'The Middle', using the glass as a microphone and singing along off key on purpose, just to annoy me. When I was busy laughing at him, he dropped it and I had heard a crash, I had looked back up at him and he had this sheepish toothy grin and was shrugging his shoulders. "Don't move!" I told him urgently. And I had run off to my bedroom, grabbing my yellow digital camera off my beside table, and then running back into the kitchen, avoiding glass. David was still standing there frozen in his awkward pose when I snapped a picture.
"More pictures?" He asked later when we were sweeping up the glass shards. I shrugged.
"I'm just capturing special moments." I told him.
"Okay," He said in a voice that meant 'you're crazy'. "What next?" He asked when we were finished with the kitchen.
"Um, my room." I told him, heading in that direction.
"Why your room? You promised Mom he was sleeping on the couch." He said slightly worried. And then he grabbed my arm, stopping me and making me look at him. "Sonny." He said in a low voice.
"What David?" I asked, and then it dawned on me. Why he thought I wanted to clean my room. This was ridiculous. "No! That's not- I wasn't meaning- we aren't- no!" David was still holding onto my arm, giving me a stern look. "I promise okay? We aren't even like that, Chad is sleeping on the couch, just like I promised, just like he promised Mom." I said to him.
"Oh yeah, because if Chad Dylan Cooper promises something, then it's true." David scoffed, but let me go. He still wasn't over Chad's bad boy status as a celebrity, though those stories weren't really in the magazines anymore. I think David was just being overprotective like usual. So I told him that. " I am not. I'm just looking out for my baby sister." He said simply.
"But I'm not a baby." I said curtly.
"Your acting like one." He said to me.
"How is that? Pretty sure what we were just talking about is not exactly something a baby would do." He understood, and suddenly looked uncomfortable at our conversation.
"Sonny, just promise me you won't-"
"David! We aren't having this conversation okay? I am plenty old enough to make my own decisions. But because I know that you would be reporting that back to Mom, I can assure you that Chad and I will not be doing-" David clamped his hand over my mouth which turned the rest of my rant into "Mmpf!".
"Don't say it okay? You are too young to say that word." He told me. I rolled my eyes, and licked his hand. "Ew!" He shouted, removing it quickly.
"I wasn't going to say 'that word' David. And just for your information, I have said it. Many times." He cringed. "You are being so immature! What is wrong with you?" I was getting pretty annoyed with him.
"Nothing's wrong Son," He said trying to soften me up. "I, I just." He sighed. And then began again. "I'm just worried about you. I used to be able to keep an eye on you, and then I couldn't because you were in California. And then you started dating that guy." He spit out the last two words like venom. He still didn't like saying Chad's name. "And I wasn't there to protect you, what if something bad had happened? What if he hurt you?" I could tell that David was genuinely upset and worried about me. "DO you understand where I'm coming from?" I did, David had always been like a Dad when I needed him to. But now it seemed he was acting like one when I didn't need it.
"Yes, but you have to understand me too okay? I really love Chad. And he really loves me. We aren't planning on doing anything like-" David looked like he was about to cover my mouth again, so I quickly rushed out, "Like that." He relaxed. "But, when we do, it will be our decision, one that we will make together. But that won't be for a long time. I promise." I added at the end, hopping that would satisfy him enough to put an end to our conversation. It did.
He stared at me for a minute, taking in my words, and then moving to hug me.
"I thought you were suppose to be seventeen." He said to me, giving me a squeeze. "But I guess you just got stuck in a body that age. Sorry about what I said, I just still think of you as my baby sister, I cant help it." He gave me a sheepish grin when he pulled away.
"Apology accepted." I nodded. " And I know you do, but just remember I'm not." I gave him a sudden sly smile. "And besides, you and Sarah-"
"Don't go there!" He shouted, looking slightly appalled. "I am five years older then you. I am legal for everything, I can do whatever I want, and besides." HE grinned at me. "That's different."
"Yeah, right." I scoffed,. "Anyways, now that we have wasted valuable cleaning time, let's go clean the bathroom." I gave him a grin, and pulled him in the direction of the single bathroom in my apartment.
"Wait but Sonny?" I thought he was going to remind me that I had wanted to clean my bathroom before, but I was wrong. "Can we order some pizza? I'm kinda hungry…" I pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket, and dialed the number I had memorized of the nearest pizza place, I didn't really like cooking.
"Hello? Yes, could I get a medium pepperoni and an order of hot wings? Um, hold on." I looked at David, who was still standing in front of me. I covered the phone with one hand, and whispered to him, "Mild or Spicy?"
"Spicy. Duh." He laughed.
"Spicy." I repeated to the phone. "Okay, thanks." And I hung up handing the phone back to David. "You're paying." I told him, walking into the bathroom just down the hall.
"What? Why?" I crouched down and pulled cleaning supplies out from the cabinet under the sink.
"Because your older." I handed his a toilet brush and he grimaced.
"But you have a job." He said, lifting the lid of the toilet still looking disgusted.
"So do you Mr. Artist." David had gone to art school, and did a lot of painting or pastels. He was really amazing, and sold a lot of his work, he had even gone to an art show in New York last year with Sarah to show his paintings, and he sold some of them for thousands of dollars.
"Well, you're famous." He said, pointing the toilet brush at me.
"That means nothing." David snorted.
"Yeah right, every kid in the US watches you on TV. That totally means nothing." I went over to the bathtub and dribbled some bleach into it.
"No, that's not what I meant. I meant that, actually, I have no idea." I laughed, totally losing my train of thought. "But I bet you will be famous soon too." David snorted again.
"Artists usually aren't famous until after they are dead." That comment got me thinking, my album, when it was finished, would need a catchy album cover. I didn't want one with my face plastered on it, that seems a little conceded. What if… yeah, that would work. But I would have to talk to Bill, my manager and the guy I had been emailing from Bloue Skie Records.
David let out a sigh and I looked up from scrubbing the tub.
"What?" I asked him.
"I finished." He said, flopping over to lay on the blue and white tiles of the floor.
"No you're not." I told him. "Wipe down the mirror with that bottle of Windex, and then u can go get fresh towels and hang them up, and then clean the sink." I told him.
"And what are you going to do?" He asked me still laying on the ground. I let the water out of the tub, when I heard the door knock. "I'm going to answer the door. Go ahead and add rinse out the tub to your list." I smirked at him as he lazily pulled himself up to stand and started his chores with a sigh.
"Wait," I said, and he turned to look back at me. I reached forward and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. "Thanks." I said to him sweetly and dashed off to get the door. Leaving him grumpily cleaning my bathroom.
I opened the door, and it revealed a teenage boy maybe my age. He handed me the pizza, and I handed him the money simultaneously, and then thanked him and shut the door.
"Pizza!" I called out to David.
"Give me a sec, I'm almost done!" I was very surprised.
"You are actually doing all that?" I called back to him, setting the pizza down on the table and walking into the kitchen to get plates.
"Yeah, you told me to didn't you?" He shouted confused and I laughed, opening a high cabinet reaching for a couple plates.
"Son! Use paper plates!" He reminded me from the bathroom. "I'm not cleaning any more dishes!" I laughed again, and shut the cabinet grabbing paper plates off the counter. David walked out of the bathroom shortly after, and snatched a couple pieces of pizza and a few hot wings to go on his plate. We went to the living room, and I grabbed the DVD Chad had sent off the coffee table and popped it into the player. Then I sat down next to David on the couch with my own pizza.
"What are we watching?" David asked, his mouth absolutely stuffed with pizza.
"Ew, you are so gross!" I wacked his upside the head affectionately.
"Ow!" He protested. "Hey, I cleaned you're bathroom! Cut e some slack!"
I ignored him. "I don't know what we're watching, it's one of Chad's movies." I sighed and David just stared blankly at me.
"He's still doing that?"
"Yes, I told you they came every day." He looked at me with an odd expression.
"But I didn't know you meant every day." He took another bite.
"Okay, well from now on, know that when I say every day, I mean every day."
"Noted." David smirked, just as the credits started rolling. Then the title came onto the screen.' I'll See You in the Morning' in a scrawly script. David choked.
"You okay over there Vid?" I giggled at his red face as he pounded on his chest, tears rolling down his face.
"Yeah, I'm good." He gasped. "That's the movie were watching?" He asked me incredulously.
"Yes." I replied curtly.
"You've got to be kidding,"He gafawed.
"Well I'm not, so knock it off!" I growled at him, turning up the volume.
"No way! I'm not watching this!" He exclaimed..
"Well feel free to go, you told Mom you were going to stay with me tonight, and then drive my car to the airport with me to pick up Chad! I'm sure she will appreciate you abandoning your younger sister." He started at me blankly for a minute, and then settled back into the couch hotily, to watch the movie.
"Fine, but I won't like it." He said grumpily.
He endured an hour and a half of a adorable movie about a boy and girl who fall in love on summer after meeting on a beach. They start dating and then the girl develops cancer. Every night before they went to sleep, the boy would whisper 'I'll see me in the morning.' In her ear. They get married, and have a baby together, but then the girl's cancer worsens and she has to go to critical care. The guy stays with her every night in the hospital, and whispers the same thing. Soon the girl gets better, but not cured, and everyone is happy. Then, at the end, they skip far into the future showing them as a much older couple, with the guy sick in the hospital. Right before he passes away, the girl whispers to him 'I'll see you in the morning'.
By then I was crying my eyes out, and when I looked over at David, he was a little misty eyed as well.
"Well," He sniffed wiping his eyes hurriedly. "What else do we have to do?" He stood and picked up both of our empty plates.
"Uh, kitchens done, bathrooms done, living room is," I looked around. "Clean enough. So, I just have to finish folding the laundry, and put it away." Secretly I added clean my room to that list, but I didn't want to start that up again.
"Okay, where's the laundry?" He asked, and I pointed him to the little closet that housed a washer and dryer. He went and stared pulling cloths out of the dryer, and I tossed the plates and pizza box he had left on the counter into the trash, and then cleaned up any leftover evidence that the kitchen or table had ever been used. When I walked back into the living room, I saw David with a full basket of clean laundry on the floor behind the couch, and he was steadily folding it and putting it into piles on the couch cushions while watching the news. I went and joined him.
"So what's new?" I asked him, picking up and folding a pair of my jeans.
"Sense you talked to me yesterday? Nothing." He laughed, folding a pillow case.
"Oh right." I said, laughing with him.
"Well, I guess there might be." David said after our laughter died down, his eyebrows creasing in thought. "Can I tell you a secret?" He asked me, his voice very serious.
"Sure Vid, anything." I said sincerely.
"Well, it's about Sarah." He started slowly.
"Oh my gosh! Are you guy's going to have a baby?" I blurted out excitedly.
"What? No!" David took a deep breath and was about to speak again when I cut him off.
"You're not going to break up with her are you!"
"NO! Son, let me talk!" He said a little frustrated, and I silenced. "I've been thinking, and I really love Sarah, so I think I'm going to ask her to marry me." He said quietly. I raised my eyebrows, but remembered how he had asked for my silence so I gave it to him. "Sonny, you can speak now. Please."
"David! I can't believe it! Are you serious?" I asked him eagerly. "That would be so great! Oh gosh, Sarah will be so excited! When are you going to ask? And how? Can I be in your wedding? I can't wait to go shopping!" I bubbled, usually I didn't act quite like this, but I was utterly excited. My brother is going to get married! Eventually!
"Whoa, slow down Son! I haven't even gotten a ring or anything." He said, looking flustered, but happy at my reaction.
"Okay, but let me know when you can okay?"
"Promise." He held out his pinky, and I shook mine with his in our agreement. Then he started walking away from the clothes, to sit down on the only part of the couch not covered in laundry.
"Hey, what happened to helping me?" I asked him, he pointed behind him and the couch and said "I left those for you. No way am I touching them." He shuddered.
"Fine, be a baby." I folded the rest of my clothes, including my 'undergarments', and then piled them all back into the basket neatly. "I'm going to bed." I yawned. "We have to leave by 3:30, so we have four hours to sleep." He nodded tiredly, and slumped over on the couch, stretching all the way across it.
"Night." He mumbled. And as I turned off the lights, and double checked that the doors were locked, I heard him snore.
"Brothers."I muttered smiling. I carried my basket to my room and put my clothes into my closet, then put away the books scattered around the floor, and threw all the crumpled songs under my desk, and moved my guitar from my bed to its stand in the corner. That was when I decided I was too tired to clean anymore. So I pulled on pajamas, turned out the lights, and crawled into bed. I laid there for a minute, and then jolted, I needed an alarm. I set one for three hours and ten minutes from now, at 3:10 on my phone and then almost immediately was asleep.
It seemed like minutes before the alarm was blaring in my ear, telling me to get up.
AN: Woohoo! Chad's coming baby! *Yes, another that's what she said, I'm just full ofthose right now* I'm pretty excited, how about you? Of course I know what's coming, so I know what I'm excited about, but hey! You will soon too! Once I post the nest chapter! I hope you liked this one, it's pretty long, so that's a good point right? I know I have always liked longer stories, because I never want them to end :) Anywho, I'll post again soon, comment please!
Cheers!
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