I figured something out. I can't write one-shots, because this was supposed to be a one-shot, but ideas came to my mind. I don't own anything but the plot.
Hey, white liar,
The truth comes out a little at a time.
And it spreads, just like a fire.
Slips off of your tongue like turpentine.
I pushed past the crowd surrounding the three people I try to call my friends. The heat of millions, well actually around ninety, bodies pushed against me as I snaked past another man, and then a fan girl.
I didn't even know why I was doing this. It's exactly what he deserved.
"You b-" the girl was cut off by the crowd 'ooo'ing in amusement. I rolled my eyes and pushed past another pig with a camera.
"It's no big deal," the voice. I remembered why I was even bothering to help. His voice was heard through the crowd.
"No big deal? Are you crazy?!" I burst into the center of the crowd and the girl looked at me strangely. "Do I know you?"
"Uh," I looked at Chad and fixed the hem of my shirt, "Sonny Monroe." I held out my hand and smiled, slightly out of breath.
She looked at Chad in disgust and then back to me. Oh boy.
"The Random?" she looked me up and down with her nose scrunched up. I nodded slowly.
I bet you all are extremely confused.
~:*One week before*:~
"Chad!" I pushed past his crew and found his dressing room door. My fist connected harshly with his door. "Chad Dylan Cooper!"
Still no response. I waited in silence for what felt like hours. I glimpsed at my watch and sighed. Twisting the handle, I realized the door was unlocked.
"Chad?" I walked in further and looked around the dressing room fit for a king. No special decorations or mirrors cluttered the room, just a couch, TV, coffee table, dresser, and other things you would expect in a normal persons room.
"Sonny?" I whirled around to see a confused Chad and an upset blonde.
"Yup, in the flesh." I smiled, "you gonna introduce us or should I just go?" I put my hand on my hip and held the other out to the girl.
She took it hesitantly and forced a smile, "Jessica Connor."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Allison, but you can call me Sonny." I dropped my hands next to my body and looked around the room. "Well, I guess I should go." I started walking towards the door.
"Why'd you come here?" Chad cocked his head and looked me over quizzically.
"I forgot." I retorted quickly and turned to him.
"Really Sonny, really?" he smirked.
"Absolutely," I smirked when I suddenly remembered, "Chad, I need to talk to you."He rolled his eyes and followed me out to the hall.
"What Monroe?" he asked, obviously annoyed.
"Why?" I asked without hesitation.
"Why what?" he looked slightly confused, but I knew him all too well.
"At that restaurant, you cheated on that girl!" I whisper-yelled.
"What are you talking about?" this time I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.
"Don't' you dare lie to me! My cousin saw you with that red head!"
"Look, I just walked some girl to her car. Big whoop!" he rolled his eyes in a bored manner and acted cocky… but only acted. In all honesty, he was scared, because I knew something.
"No, you didn't. You may be able to lie to her and to my friends and the whole world, but not Sonny Monroe!" I stated my name loud enough to be heard throughout the studio. "Besides, the correct term for you would be: big whip. As in those girls are going to tear you to pieces!"
"Sh!" he clamped his hand over my mouth "It wasn't anything major and I didn't plan it, okay?"
I narrowed my eyes and bit his hand. He quickly retracted and held in a shout, "You better be careful what you say, 'cause I'd hate to be you when they find out."
"You say that like you plan on telling on me, like a two year old." He smirked, but his eyes were desperate.
"Maybe I am a two year old!" I retorted stupidly, "Wait, that didn't come out- never mind." I took a deep breath.
"So you are gonna tell." He looked at the floor.
I pursed my lips and thought it through, "No." he looked up expectantly, "I'm going to let the guilt eat away at you and your filthy conscience." I hissed.
"Please, Chad Dylan Cooper does not have a guilty conscience," he sneered cockily.
I felt the anger boil inside of me, "You wanna bet?"
He looked down at me with the same cocky smirk and rolled his eyes, "I don't feel guilty now, and I'm not going to later." That was the last straw.
I pulled my hand up and was about to slap him so hard, but I couldn't. He flinched awaiting the contact, but nothing came. I balled my hand into a fist, shut my eyes, and took a deep breath. My hand lowered to my side.
"You're not even worth it," I kept my eyes shut and turned on my heel. "Not even close."
I walked away shaking my head. Boy is Chad in for major problems.
This is short because I want to see what you think of it and don't worry, this is definitely CHANNY! Okay, R&R, tell me what to do!