B r o k e n .
A/N: Yes, this is the sequel to 'Paranoid'. If you haven't read Paranoid, I definitely recommend going to my profile and finding Paranoid and reading it before this story. Also, if anyone has ideas for this, feel free to send me a message. I'm still trying to decide what to do with this story. As usual, I don't own Sonny With a Chance. Special shout out to Wikipedia- thank the Lord for your "List of French Dishes!" :P
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Chapter One.
[Sonny's POV]
I squinted my eyes as hard as I could and scrutinized the menu I had clenched in my hands. Every time I tried to pronounce something on it, my tongue would get all twisted up and I felt, and sounded like, a fool. Chad was having no problem at all, sitting across from me on this candlelit table, rattling off French dishes like a second language.
"Miss?" The waiter pursued me in a thick French accent. "Are you ready to order?" He looked like what you would picture a French waiter would- deeply tanned skin, thick black hair, and a funny looking mustache that he continued to twirl around a stubby finger.
I looked at him helplessly, then to the menu, then at Chad. Finally, I took a deep breath and replied, "Do you have pizza?"
Hi, I'm Sonny Munroe. You're probably wondering what the heck a small town girl from Wisconsin is doing in an exquisite French restaurant. Honestly, I wasn't sure myself. I knew I had no place being here, making a mockery of myself. This was all Chad's doing. I had suggested we go to the Arcadia and get a pizza, but he was stubborn, saying for the last five months we'd gone out for pizza and a movie, for hamburgers and mini golf, for ice cream and an amusement park- nothing romantic. He had looked so troubled, like he was failing as a boyfriend by letting me get away with my more casual (and cheap!) desires, that I couldn't help giving in.
Yes, that's right. Sonny Munroe is going out with the one and only- Chad Dylan Cooper. We've been going strong for five months- after a whole lot of terrible drama. From being kidnapped, to a raging fight that had us both torn up inside…we'd overcome each obstacle, not easily, that's for sure, but in these last five months, I've been the happiest I've ever been!
Well, originally. All those warm happy feelings were starting to vanish as the waiter gave me a Look that said "Are you kidding me?" as plainly as if he'd said it.
I looked at Chad for help. He had suavely ordered some dish named the Escargots de Bourgogne, complete with an accent to boot. Chad shrugged at me and said in muffled tone, "Just pick something!" I glared at him. "I can't read anything on the menu!" I hissed. "Well, just-" Chad started, then we both slowly turned our heads to the waiter.
"Might I suggest the Truffade?" The waiter pinched his pointer finger and thumb together, then kissed them exuberantly.
"Yeah, sure, what it is?" I said flatly. The waiter gave me a once over. "It is, how you say, potatoes sautéed with garlic, and young Tomme cheese," He licked his lips.
"Well I like potatoes, so I'm gonna go with that!" I chuckled, handing him my menu. He walked away into the romantic darkness of the restaurant- Coq au vin. I had asked Chad what that meant when he took me here, and he had replied "It means rooster in red wine."
Clever. I should've ordered that.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts, and surveyed my surroundings. A single crimson colored candle glowed brightly in a crystal glass; the cream colored tablecloth was draped to perfection over the bronze table. The sound of violins was trickling in at a point where you weren't even sure where it was coming from, it just surrounded you, peaceful and melodious.
"Sorry," Chad's voice brought me back to reality. I looked at him, surprised. He looked terribly handsome- he was wearing a black tux, like the one he'd worn to Prom. Instead of his usual cocky and self-centered look of gloating on his face, he looked…disappointed.
"What could you be sorry for?" I asked in disbelief, tucking a strand of wavy brown hair behind my bejeweled ear. Tawni had lent me glitzy blue earrings that matched my flowy turquoise dress, that ended just above my knee.
"Well, you wanted to go kick my butt at air hockey and get some slices of extra cheese and sausage pizza," Chad made a quick disgusted look. He was more of an extra sauce guy. "But I forced you to come here. Obviously you aren't having fun. Do you want to just go?"
"NO!" I said forcefully, causing Chad to lean back in his chair. "I like it here," I said truthfully. It was beautiful, and as romantic as if we'd stepped into a movie. "And I wanna try my baked potato."
Chad snickered. "It isn't just a baked potato- " He began. "You're right- I forgot the Tommy Cheese." I cracked. We both started laughing- but had to clamp our hands over our mouths when we noticed the other couples shooting disapproving glances at us.
"So," I said perkily, using my fork to poke at the baguette in the woven basket placed beside the candle. "What's new?"
Chad sighed and adjusted his collar, the familiar sign that something related to Mackenzie Falls was coming up. "Well, we finished shooting the premiere of the new season of the Falls this morning," He started.
"Is that why you weren't at breakfast?" I jumped in. Chad smirked. "Why, did you miss me?" He taunted.
"HAHAHA!" I said loudly in obvious fake laughter and a wide smile. Then I wiped that off my face and looked at him gravely. "No." I said flatly.
Chad shook his head and grinned. "You missed me," He interpreted. "Good."
"Good," I agreed. "And before you say 'Fine!'- admit you missed seeing my cheerful face this morning!" I scrunched my face into a face-cracking beam and Chad chuckled again.
"I admit nothing," Chad said dismissively. "Wow, that's a lie." I smirked.
"Chad Dylan Cooper is not a liar," Chad flipped his hair and flashed me his movie star grin. I blinked back, unimpressed. "Chad, your charm has never, still doesn't, and will never affect me." I yawned.
"Somehow I doubt that," Chad grinned at me again, and I felt a blush tug at my cheeks. Chad must've noticed because he smiled down at his shoes and a blush spread across his cheeks, too.
"You're food," The waiter re-appeared with two steaming hot plates. In front of me, was what appeared to be a browned pancake, with shredded potatoes crisps imbedded in it, with a cheese and garlic sauce oozing over it. The smell was tantalizing, and I was in heaven.
Chad's dish, on the other hand, was snail shells stuffed with some green mixture. I wrinkled my nose- it smelled way too garlicky for my liking.
"Enjoy," The waiter bowed with flourish before taking off. "Yum!" I said hungrily, stabbing the pancake with my fork and shoveling it into my mouth at a rapid pace. It wasn't what I expected, but the taste was absolutely delicious. I had gobbled down about half of it, savoring the flavor, when I noticed Chad staring at me.
"What?" I said, mouth full. Chad snickered and used his fork to politely stab a shell. Then he used his spoon to dish out the contents. After gulping it down, he took a sip of water and wiped his mouth with his white satin napkin.
I frowned at him. Of course, Chad eats perfectly. Well, I was raised differently. I thrust my chin in the air and polished off the dish. Chad was nearing the halfway point.
"You're done already?" Chad rose his pale blonde eyebrows so that they disappeared under his shaggy mop of blonde hair. Again, with the delicacy acts of eating he partook in- I imagined myself eating the shells and their mush- I'd probably be holding the shell in front of my mouth, squirting the mixture into my mouth.
"Yes." I replied tightly. "It was very…scrumptious." I threw in a fancy word. "Thank you." I nodded stiffly.
Chad placed his fork down. "Oh, stop," He made a face at me. "Don't get mad at me because I eat nicer."
"Are you saying I'm a pig?" I cried, my hand flying over my mouth.
"Nooo…" Chad shook his head defensively. "Forget it,"
I pouted and folded my hands over my lap. I love being with Chad, but somehow I can never be as good as him. At anything.
"Sonny," Chad pleaded, his eyes flickering over my somber frame. I looked up and gave him a small smile. "What? I'm fine." I assured him.
"You aren't a pig, I was just messing with you."
"Okay," I nodded, sipping my water in a ladylike fashion. Chad laughed and grabbed my hands. I stared at him, a fresh blush creeping onto my face.
"You're perfect the way you are- and you know that's hard for Chad Dylan Cooper to admit," Chad waggles his eyebrows.
I giggled and squeezed his hands. "Okay," I repeated fondly.
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The rest of the date proceeded nicely, full of our usual teasing. As we were leaving the glitzy lights of Coq au vin behind, Chad turned to me and said, "Do you wanna go to the park tomorrow?"
I smiled and inwardly sighed in relief. I would feel much more at home at a park. "I'd love to!" I promised.
Chad smiled to himself, glad that I'd accepted. Why wouldn't I?
"Cool. I'll call you tomorrow." Chad slid into his car and I slid in the passenger seat. Chad reared up the car and soon we were cruising down the street, surrounded by cool night air, the stars twinkling starkly in the sky.
"Good." I smiled at him.
"Good."
"Fine."
"Fine!"
"GOOD!"
"GOOD!"
"Good, and goodbye!" I said with flourish as we reached my apartment building.
"Byeeeee!" Chad taunted me.
I glared over at him and absorbed his cocky demeanor. "Bye." I stuck my tongue out at him. Chad chortled and leaned over to kiss me goodnight. As always, my heart was in the clouds as we kissed, softly, tenderly, and then I broke apart to hug him securely.
"I'll call ya!" Chad yelled again before pulling out of the driveway.
I sighed dreamily as I headed into the building. My life seemed perfect right now- good friends, fantastic job, my grades were high, my plans were great too: Tawni had invited me over for a sleepover tonight. Usually, we have sleepovers a lot- it gets lonely living in an apartment all by yourself. And to top it all off, I had an absolutely wonderful boyfriend. Sure, we fight, but it's all in good fun. As I climbed the stairs, my thoughts journeyed back to five months ago, when I had been kidnapped by the 'Crazy Fan', Craig Peterson. Tall, brawny, and nuts, Craig had been shot six times but the hospital hadn't informed me or Chad of the outcome- was he dead, or alive?
The thought still haunts me.
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Meanwhile, a few miles away, at 'Stony-brook Mental Ward', patient 114 helped himself to a plate of the usual Mystery Meat. Instead of picking at it grouchily, the patient gobbled it down excitedly. Today was the day he'd been waiting about five months for. Instead of going to jail, he had been issued as 'crazy' and shipped off to the mental hospital. He'd made sure to be polite and show good behavior- and it had finally paid off.
"Patient 114, please report back to your room," Cara Holloway's, the secretary, voice came primly trough the loudspeaker. Pushing past people twitching, screaming and cursing for no reason, yelling nonsense, and smearing food all over their faces, Patient 114 calmly strode back to his room. Nothing could ruffle his feather's today.
Today, he was free.
When he arrived back at his small, white room, he saw two people present: Doctor Angela, his psychiatrist and doctor, and Mr. Howard, the director of SBMW. They were both staring him down.
"So, when can I go?" The patient inquired.
Dr. Angela smirked, tossing her raspberry red curls over her shoulder. "Right now, if you'd like." She smiled fondly at her favorite patient. "You've been approved by the ward, but you will have to come in for periodic checkups. No more kidnapping celebrities," She chuckled, as if chiding a child for stealing an extra cookie from the cookie jar.
Patient 114 bowed his head and nodded, pretending to agree. If only she knew what he had planned…
"Well, I'm sure you want to get on your way." Mr. Howard said gruffly.
"Thank you Sir," The patient shook Mr. Howard's pale, boney hand. "And you too, Doctor," The patient flashed a pearly white smile at the red haired woman, who smiled like the Cheshire Cat. "As you are," She waved him off.
As the man left the room, the two adults watched him leave the Ward and get into his car.
"Do you think he'll be okay?" Mr. Howard said doubtfully.
"Oh, of course, he's perfectly sane now," Dr. Angela waved off his worries and left the room.
Mr. Howard clucked his tongue worriedly and followed her.
Now, Craig Peterson drove smartly down the street, his black eyes gleaming with all the prospects of being free.
He had two people he had plans for.
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There ya go! I loved writing this, it was almost easier to write since I had all the background from Paranoid…anyways, enjoy and REVIEW(: It's gonna get action packed and dramatic from here!