Thanks to MusicFreak-Sonny for reminding me that: If you haven't read my story "Sonny's Super Silly Slumber Party," please do so now!!
Author's Note: Hey guys! TFM here, back and ready for action! ...not really! Fair WARNING to you all:
1. I'm taking a lot more vigorous courses this college semester. I'll try to update a chapter monthly but no promises. But I WILL NOT give up on this story. I'm way too eager to share it with everyone. Just please lend me your patience, that's all I ask for.
2. Rated T due to intense scenarios and situations that are deemed highly suggestive and violent that may be overwhelming for young readers below 12. I promise—I'm still on my oath for "Disney-like" writing but as this is the "dramatic" portion to the whole S4P event, I'm trying to push my skills further. There will only be a small part of a chapter in the middle of the story that will have intense "passionate love" and when I say violence, I only mean by accidental self-harm, or fights—no guns or anything. = D And a car chase scene! I understand if you don't want to read this for its depression—I'm not writing this story for reviews but to just share it with every...reviews would be nice though. = D
3. This story is my way of saying thank you to the two fanfic authors whose dramatic writing has empowered me so much: AnalystProductions and lifeisveryshortsoami. This entire story goes out to you, pals! I've admired AnalystProductions writing so much—her feel for action and description of dark moods is just so inspiring—that's the only reason why the sequel was created in the first place. No joke—I printed out her stories, put them in a binder, started highlighting, color-coding notes on metaphors, vocabulary—her gift is a blessing. On contrary to that note, to lifeisveryshortsoami for her fantastic use of 'comic relief' in her dramatic writings!
Also, don't forget to check out MusicFreak-Sonny and my collaborated story called "NYPD:New Year's Present Dears!". It's still in the making but first 2-3 chapters are up! And it is HA-LAR-EE-OUS!"
You can find it on www. fanfiction . net / ~ musicalmemories
And recently, lifeisveryshortsoami and I plan on doing a collaborated story also based on SWAC season 2 episode called "Legend of Candy Face"--it's our take based on the picture we have from that episode and what we think will happen! So be on the lookout for that! I think our account name will be "short memories" but it's not formed yet. But guys, this looks HILARIOUS, so please state in your review if you're looking forward to it so we can give everyone the update once it's up!!
Credit: Thanks to lifeisveryshortsoami for helping me out with some scenes here! And daseyrocks (yes, she's still alive, people!) for helping me tremendously with my trailer with this chapter.
Trailer?!
First note: I have made my very first trailer ever!!!! Please watch (and either review it in your FF review box or comment on youtube) it, PLEASE! It's taken me so much hard work (a full month, really)—I totally respect everyone who's ever made one before! Like, I had a windows computer open and a Mac and I had to keep on transferring files because some converters would work and they take the clips that didn't work, form them on Windows and then "make a movie of it" and then BREAK the clips and convert them on Mac but it'd only do half and....yeah...SO much work.
The Trailer link is: (I'll tell you in the next promo because the second website I tried uploading it to also hates me).
Oh, and thanks to lifeisveryshortsoami for calming me down when the trailer uploaded onto youtube but took away ALL the audio. I was about to not update until I could get over that and I'm BAD with getting over stuff.
Second note: Can you figure out what the message from the different character formatting at the end of the promo? = D I had loads of fun creating the puzzle for you guys! (Oh dear, this Authors Note is exactly 1 page long)
Third note for the story: I'm also trying to coordinate lyrics and music for each chapter for the story. In this promo, I have two songs—and I'd be SO grateful if you listened to the songs has I had planned for this. The reason why is because I I use the first half of one song at the beginning, and the ending of the other song for the next. I know it's more work for you but the whole effect creates a very epic sense—so please try it!!!!
When you come across "~*~*~*~*~*~" you will know it is time to play the second song.
Oh, and please tell me if you read "My fall will be for you
My loVe will bE in you" EXACTLY when it's being played/sung in the music—it repeats a lot, so don't worry!
Promo song part 1:
Metal Gear Solid 3 theme- Full Song (link: http : // www . Youtube . Com / watch ? V = W3BqszYW-O8)
Prom song part 2:
Ghost Love Score by Nightwish at 6:16 minutes of the song. (link: http : // www . Youtube . Com / watch? V = a3Wo8LCDUKI)
To anyone who reviewed, having S4P to have THE most reviews (nearly 1080) ever in the SWAC fandom...thank you. I cannot express HOW much this means to me and weekly I keep getting reviews for it still so ...I truly thank each and everyone of you!
Official Promo #1
"I'm sorry, that's not in my interest—" Condor stated firmly on his cell when the mysterious caller interrupted.
"I know who your prank-caller is. The one who can ruin your life oh so easily. He's a star of yours."
Condor's attention was immediately tuned towards the all-knowing tipper. There was no way out of this—he no longer held the strings of the situation.
"What is your proposition?" Condor's voice tried being firm, prideful. His voice cracked.
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"Fire him."
From the author who brought you laughter
"Who are you." Senior Condor charged as his 'sweet pea' did so. It wasn't as much of a question as it was an order.
"My name…" Chad peered hurriedly at the Randoms beside him for help, his eyes searching wildly.
"Fifi!" Sonny happily shared.
"Monsuur Deblahdeblahdeblah!" Tawni clapped her hands regally.
"Bob," Grady waved his finger patiently as he dorkily grinned.
"Drama Pants!" Nico suggested.
"Shh!" Zora harshly called out as Chad's mind now scurried with all the names.
"My name Monsuur-bob-pants-fifi-blahdeblah Shhhedrama!" Chad said flustered hurriedly, and then raised his eye in question as he took a second to think of what he had just said. He then mouthed over to the Randoms "I hate you," as the group burst into muffled hysterics, covering their mouth.
And coos of fluff
"Chad, I'm really glad you came," was the last thing to escape from Sonny's lips as she waltzed deeply in to slumber, intoxicated by Chad's presence engulfing her. Before long, gentle light snores breezed by Chad's ear, as if it were a soothing lullaby.
Holding back nothing, Chad, making sure Sonny really did fall asleep, leaned in over the top over her head, pressing his soft lips on the girl's warm forehead. His lips tingled with shock, the warm fuzzy kind of shock.
"Go to sleep, Sonny," he spoke softly, brushing her cheeks ever so gently.
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Chad walked back towards his seat before he pouted playfully. "Awh, where's my "So Random!" hug? I was actually looking forward to it." And before he knew it, Nico, Tawni, Grady and Sonny had all rushed up to him, engulfing his body in between their massive embrace.
"Awhhh!!" the Randoms all cooed as Chad uneasily tried patting them all a silent thanks. Or at least until
Fwap!
...hot melted cheese and oily egg targeted his face.
comes a story
so epic
The picture, edged into the very inside of the book until he opened it, flopped onto the ground. With a single look at it, Chad, with hatred-filled eyes that gnawed through them and into his mind, slowly looked into the menacing warrior flames in the fireplace ahead of him. The picture –just taken days ago at the sleepover, briskly was yanked from the harshly-dented hardwood. The Rand—Sonny, Zora, Tawni, Nico and Grady and him were all laughing into the camera, huddled with an arm over each other. It was shortly taken after the clean up in Sonny's apartment—with the boys all sticky and brown and the girls looking overworked. A green balloon had, just as the camera began counting down in auto-mode until it would snap the picture, rolled by mysteriously, with Sonny unintentionally stepping on it.
Needless to say, green goo exploded over her whole front and yet when the picture was taken, she laughed along with her friends.
...Friends...
With a single throw, Chad tossed the photograph into the contained inferno, the fire's whispers and sparks stoic compared to Chad's inner beast.
That hearts will come in whole
"Hi Sonny!" Chad breathlessly sighed almost in a lovestruck manner, with Sonny smirking at her cast, her expression joyfully laughing "I told you so!" It was as if the atmosphere of Randoms around him disintegrated.
And shatter into bleeding shards
The muffled shrieks...the grunts and the sobs continued to fire one by one in cacophonous harmony. The cast of MacKenzie Falls continued to look on with worry woven onto their pale faces as they stared into the closed door of their leader's dressing room. On the side sorrowfully, Marta and Chastity held hands, tears slipping from their swollen eyes with quite ease as they mourned for their king. Ferguson and Skylar numbly stared forlorn, their deep glances cast at the door. It was as if they were trying to stare down their thoughts of hope and concern through the door for their star to hear their cries.
The next sound made them gasp horrifically, stunned.
Glass shattered, its millions of particles chiming for manipulative fairies to chant along.
Ready to stab
With his senses throbbing into chaos, Chad winced, the shards of glasses sprawled like a shimmering ice rink around him. Feeling the inner demons within him not yet ready to leave him be, Chad moaned stagger-like, until seeing what was causing the physical pain.
With one pull, he slid out the glass fragment from his own skin on the inside of his elbow, curiously watching it with his bloodshot eyes—reflecting the thick substance taken from his own body. This action left the boy quiet, left his cast wondering why he was quiet, as he held the glass in such a manner, the transparent part reflected his eyes.
Those dark bloodshot empty eyes.
Whoever is pure
A sliver of the moon shone out. But with the intensity of the Los Angeles lights...its traces were never found—it had been brutalized and mutilated. Scarred. Stripped. Disintegrated.
...Just like Chad's heart...
With the outdoor lighting illuminating Sonny's wan face as she numbly stared out the bedroom window, the light hush of rain provided solace for the wounds in her heart. Oh, how she used to love the rain. Go dancing in it anytime she'd like in Wisconsin. The girl, with her head resting on her crossed arms over her bent legs softly smiled, watching the raindrops bounce from the objects outside her deck.
Life was so simple back then—hey, if her grandma started racking up on all her boastings, Sonny would hurriedly run to her computer and post some random funny joke about it on the internet. It wasn't her job, it was something that made her feel great about life. She didn't have to—but she did.
So why was it now that when laughing was her job, she couldn't? Why was it that when she worked for comedy, her heart broke in two?
Why was it that Santiago and Sharona had secretly taped their amusing sleepover, the changes in Chad, just to manipulate them all?
Why?
Feeling the tears well up in her eyes, Sonny's breath staggered as she sobbed. Her head fell to her legs, feeling her own suffocation. She wasn't going to lie—it numbed her heart when she felt a different pain from that her heart would always cause. Choking on her own tears left her with empty broken thoughts that just wouldn't form. Broken laughs. Broken dreams. Broken heart.
It wasn't before long that that the sound of the rain now harmonized with each tearful gasp for life.
Innocent
Was this the life she had been missing out on? Was her state of clinic depression and dementia driven from her hectic life as a former movie star?
Calina Cooper delicately brushed her fair skin with blush—giving it a massage it hadn't had in a good ole six years.
Taking an airily blissful sigh, the beautiful senior Cooper grinned as the rays of light coming from the large south-facing glass wall hit the crystal chandeliers into an array of gorgeous diffracted light.
How could she have missed all of this?
A soft whimper was heard from her door. A whimper of that of a scared animal, lost and feeling for the last time...or the first time. The mother narrowed her eyes in curiosity, slowly half-turning.
"Mom?"
There stood Chad—her son, now of sixteen years, whose life she had missed half of it because of her own stupid mistakes. Her gorgeous son who had and would continue to do so win the hearts of millions so easily.
The son whose face now glistened with fresh tears, his lips bit so tight blood was forming. He looked so...so innocent, like that of a boy who had scrapped his knee when riding his bike alone for the first time because his father, whom he placed his full trust in, had taken his guidance away. Or a boy who had just understood what it meant to lose a loved on at an early age.
How could she have missed all of this?
Who hopes
Holding back whatever pride he had left, Chad's lips tightened as Santiago continued to snicker in his office, his feet lazily on top of his desk.
"Why can't I just live a life like everyone else and have friends?" Chad whispered, his voice ragged with resistance. The little traces of hope was all that carried his voice out.
Deliberately making the silence grow stronger, Santiago picked his nails.
"ANSWER ME."
With a single glance at the frustrated teen, the reporter darkly chuckled, avoiding eye contact now.
"Oh, I don't need to. The Chad Dylan Cooper who never met Sonny before could tell you."
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It was just a friendly slumber party
Before Sonny could glare and let slip one of her usual "Hey!"'s in protest, a random mood swing took over Chad; he held his arms at wing-span. "Hug?" he meekly stated, his cheeks turning pink.
With her heart beating furiously, she stared coolly at him before she cracked. "Alright," she sarcastically groaned, reaching out to embrace him. The hug was subtle, sweet, long.
"I had fun," genuinely smiling Chad as he pulled away, unwrapping his arms away from her waist. "Thanks for inviting me."
No one could had foreseen
two mysterious reporters
"All those times they've uncovered us on TV—eugh!" Sharona sneered, putting her camera set back into her large leather purse as Santiago's eyes smirked at the innocent stars ahead near the elevator. "I loathe them! My devoted readers know that Sharona Knows how to deliver the truth, and how to make the truth hurt! Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" She then insanely laughed a very fluxed laughter that had no flow whatsoever.
taping evidence
"Did you get it all?" an eager male's voice snapped in excitement on the cell phone.
"Yes, and boy—they'll never be able to live it down!" Santiago pressed on.
"Good. I demand to see footage out of context, words twisted, and all that jazz. Ms. Sharona," the mystery man addressed in a serious fashion. "I take it you will blog them into oblivion? And Tween Weekly will illustrate nothing except for this mess and what it will lead to, Mr. Geraldo?"
"You betcha. And don't worry, sir. We'll put them where they belong, hurting them. Mr. Condor's best stars have alloted time being the Hollywood's most-sought teens," Santiago laid a gentle hand on Sharona as he nodded encouragingly as he put away his cell phone.
That would ruin the hope
Nico seethed, with head rested on his fist, knees apart and Grady monotonously thumping his head on the table with a repetitive harsh beat.
"Forget it. He's given up and thinks we'll go the same."
Nico's eyes then flashed darkly above towards the hidden section where the top of slide was, hearing the never-ending sobs of Sonny.
"And seems like Sonny's going the same way," he mumbled downcast.
The spirit
"No," Ferguson shook his head dejectedly as the shrieking continued from the largest dressing room of their once most prideful star. The broken glass continued to ring in their ears like demonizing spirits singing.
"You kidding? No one can go through betrayal like that and still be whole again."
the life
The people outside in the commissary all jumped and startled as Condor's roars echoed from his office.
"Whoever he is, star or not, I won't rest until I fire them, cancel their show, and destroy their life!"
the lies
"You know something about this," Condor's voice hissed, injecting fear into the Randoms. They tried standing strong, asserted.
"We don't know—" Zora cautiously stated when Condor roared.
"I have source that claim you were involved with the phone call!"
It was too much for Sonny. She felt her mind reeling back into preserve whatever was left of her. Her world spun as it did when Chad...when Chad...Chad...
"It's our fau—!!!" Sonny screamed when she felt Tawni's hand slap harshly over her mouth.
"Sonny," Tawni played dumb-blonde, uneasily laughing as Condor's eyes narrowed on them. "Remember—wehad nothing to do with it." Tawni's yes then flickered harshly at Condor and coolly shrugged.
the death
With wide eyes, Tawni gasped, slapping her hand over her mouth.
Grady narrowed his eyes as Nico winced at the body.
"He's dead?"
of
Chad Dylan Cooper
Roars of pain erupted endlessly from Chad's lips and mind, his actions becoming livid as he continued to break all his room. Sonny, her own face pale, jerked to a stop infront of his dressing room door when she unconsciously felt the ragged glares on her from behind. She didn't have to have actor instincts to know that Chad was warping into some kind of possessed hate-feuled creature.
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A slight smile curled up on Santiago's lips as he watched the coffee in his cup shake. Condor continued to pound on the table. "If the prank-caller's one of my own stars, I'll fire them!"
"What if you have to fire more than one?" Sharona innocently hinted at, her spirit fueled by power.
"Fire them too! On second thought, cancel the whole show! No one can play with my authority and gets away with it!"
Come partake on this epic journey
Of losing your mind
Veins rippled almost violently in the flesh. With hand clutched tightly to the point where blood could hardly flow in, Chad trembled in anger, his face drenched with tears running down.
All sanity broke out from the Underworld.
Slowly, a smile spread onto his bleeding lips then laughing mercilessly.
"I'm just ready for someone to tell me "Gotcha! It was just a joke!" he darkly grinned before looking up at the higher heavens with a pained expression in his stormy ocean eyes.
"WHY?"
Feel what friendship really is
It was too much for Tawni to watch Sonny daze-like stare through the gate above the prop house.
"Sonny, I care about you," Tawni hissed eagerly, her heart wrenching and pulling apart to see her pal in this devastation.
"You never did before," Sonny mumbled lifelessly. With an escape of a small whine, Tawni leaned towards Sonny to hug her tightly, as if it were the blond who needed comfort.
"What's he done to you?" she whispered.
Looking at the hurt Sonny was going through, Zora softly patted her back as Tawni pulled her friend in closer to her chest, having no care that Sonny was staining her one-of-a-kind silk pink blouse with tears.
"He can't hurt you like this, Sonny," Tawni whispered, a new-found passion for something besides vanity bubbling within her spirit.
"I won't let him."
When all of its traces are erased
"Why is he doing this to us?"
Clutching the icy wet towel around his head to place pressure on the wound caused by the monster within Chad, the anger lashed out, sparked by Tawni's tearful question.
"What hurts the most is that he was our friend! He was our friend, darn it! And we trusted him!" Nico roared.
And you're at the crossings of the pathway
of your life
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(Play "Ghost Love Score" now)
His eyes trailed down the street he drove by everyday to get to work. The street that was essential to living. The street that provided him access to the outside world he thought had once loved him so much. The road to fame, to fortune...
how cliché.
The road to love. Anger. Tears. Drama. Laughs.
Basically
Hollywood.
His eyes then searched around him, finding the wall of dark trees that he had always feared as a child. The woods where, even as a teenager, held horrible memories. Where the bullies had tracked him down when he first got the job on MacKenzie Falls. The beginning of Mother's life as a patient classified with:
Depression
Panic attacks
Anxiety
Narcissism
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder
Manic Depression
All of which only meant
Bipolar Disorder
Which only meant she had pride. Pride her son now carried—
a disease.
The fearful woods. The packed trees where the air whizzing by screeched or unknown creatures hid from the human world.
Fear.
The Unknown.
Of loving innocence
When it never existed
Sonny tried keeping a calm rational mind but...no.
This wasn't happening.
He was going to ...confess?
Now?
Anything but this. Not when he truly hated her.
She didn't want her most-daydreamed wish to be like this.
Her wimps came unconsciously.
"No...no, please. Chad, don't—"
His breathing restrained as his dark eyes locked onto the pale nearly-sobbing girl. It was surprising for how easily he was able to speak the on-coming cruel words as Sonny's eyes pleaded for his forgiveness. The teeth that had won so many girls' hearts clenched, about to break the heart of one...and his own.
"I loved you, Sonny."
Take part in a quest like none other
Suddenly national embarrassment didn't seem so bad. Compared to Chad's frenzied driving, she could probably learn how to like having everyone laugh at her face. She liked laughing.
"Chad, slow down," Sonny could hardly get the words out. The aggregation of sniping air pounding on her face wouldn't stop. Playing some kind of sick game of who could suffocate Sonny the most.
Living or not meant nothing to the spiteful drama star. He had to get the tape back. Nothing would mean anything if the fruit of their hard work spoiled. His final answer was chosen—fame was the clear winner, not his love.
His love for Sonny died a long time ago.
The sleek black convertible, undistinguishable by the nightly shade, glided across the road as if it were on ice, sweeping in between the traffic-induced LA cars –in all moment's haste, it just didn't exist now.
Swiftly, swiftly it weaved throughout the lanes at 86 miles per hour, following the van with the Tween Weekly logo printed upon its sides.
"It's turning...hmph...right," Sonny tried mustering up though the shoved air continued slapping down her throat, suffocating her.
"Shut up. I know," Chad snarled darkly as the white van exited out of sight and behind the adjacent road.
With a quick turn of the wheel, the world was suddenly shoving the stars right against momentum, banging them against whatever was on their left—with Chad, the car door, with Sonny, a locked-in seatbelt tightening against her windpipe.
"Chad, please. Slow down..." Sonny whimpered, a tear springing out. But Chad was in no position to talk.
And not because of the wind.
The van was parked on the side of the road—100 feet ahead.
Chad's car was still running at now nearly 90 miles per hour.
125 feet—a lane of cars were passing by, perpendicular to the road Chad was on.
150 feet laid a construction zone with heavy machinery and random bristly rough objects carelessly tossed on the road—sharp enough to damage Chad's car.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words can never hurt me.
What if they were the evolved form of sticks and stones...
...like, metal cars and concrete buildings?
Uh-oh.
"Slow down the car, Chad," Sonny's voice was none other than a fearful whisper. Chad's eyes widened in panic as he tried slamming on the brakes, his car screeching to a demonizing tune.
"CHAD, TURN, TURN—!!!!" she shrieked, her hands jerking towards his steering wheel to control it, having the car swerve aimlessly like a top, not caring in the least bit of what obstacles it would topple against.
50 feet til their last goodbyes, now in a hatred silence towards one the other.
30 feet til they approached the welcoming arms of death.
15 til it was time to go.
5 til the pain.
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"Oh my God..."
...Once upon a time, the end happened...
You don't know friendship until you stand aLOne
LoVe will nEver exist until hate has transFiguRed you
One cannot truly hope when they haven't wallowed in despaIr
What is innocEnce wheN the one you love breaks your heart,
Manipulates your soul,
throws you into the suffocating sanDs of oncoming deception
LieS about being tHe soul to trust—
to befrIend.
This ride you find your sPirit emotionally cHained tO is known as the Painful bEginNing of your watEry death.
My fall will be for you
My loVe will bE in you
If you be the one to hang me
Let me shriek foreveR
PEople eXercise change In this story. The leaSt likely could grow compassionaTe
On thE other hand, a sunny heart will cloud over
shedDing tormented tears...
You loved her
And confessed,
knowing
she USED you
LOVE
FRIENDSHIP
HOPE
NEVER EXISTED
~*~Loneliness~*~
~*~Hatred~*~
~*~Despair~*~
...is all you ever knew...
"...We have to get the tape," Nico whispered, his dark eyes unfocused on the window ahead as his gang stood silent behind him.
"Without it,
we're ruined..."
Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
Everyone's here
May not know who's on whose side
...But everyone's here...
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Sunshine
Shall
Shame
Sanity
Particularly
Painfully
S4P2
Coming soon on FanFiction . net
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ξ˚..someone says...ξ
§something pretty§
˙*...painful...*˙
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