She Must be Emo
A/N: Hey guys! Not a long author's note here, gotta get off the computer REALLY soon! Enjoy my new story!
~~~Chapter 1~~~
Chad's POV
"Alright, that's a cut. See you guys tomorrow." I called after finishing the scene. I really wasn't in a good mood and had no intention of picking a fight with my cast.
It might have just been because it was a Monday, but…no…there was something off about today. What was it? Did I forget something this morning? I wasn't in a hurry, so the morning felt normal but…oh! That's it! I was missing my daily bickering with Sonny. I guess that's why I feel angry; I didn't get a chance to mess with any Randoms.
I wonder why I didn't see her at lunch or something, though. Eh, I'll just take the long way to my car and stop by her and Blondie's dressing room.
I knocked twice and waited for-I think her name's Tasha or something-to say 'come in' in that squeaky, irritating voice. I opened the door and looked around, quickly realizing it was just Blondie.
"Chad? What do you want?" she asked.
"Where's Sonny?" I asked in an indifferent voice.
"She wasn't here today. I think she was out sick or something." She said, looking back to her mirror. "Why would you care anyway?"
"Just noticed I didn't see her today. I get cranky without messing with a Random, so you'll have to do." I said smirking.
"Wha-" she started, while applying her lipstick, but I bumped the vanity table she was leaning on, causing her to get it all over her face. "CHAD!" she yelled.
"Oh yeah! Peace out suckas!" I said, and walked away laughing. I heard her groan, irritated, from down the hall.
I went to my car, still laughing, and started driving home. As I passed the apartment building where Sonny lived, I had half a mind to stop and see if she was okay, but I didn't see her car there, so she must've just had somewhere to go today. Eh, it's not really my job to worry. I'm Chad Dylan Cooper for crying' out loud! I don't care! Well…if she's gone again tomorrow I might, but…not today!
(The next day)
I had seen Sonny today. Not really talked to her or anything, but I saw her in the parking lot, the halls, and walking by the Comissary at lunch. We usually had lunch at the same time, but none of her cast mates came till we were done and Sonny was walking in while I left, so there was no time to fight.
She seemed…different. Not her happy, bubbly, tell everyone she sees 'hi' self. She actually kinda kept to herself mostly today, but I guess that just means she was sick yesterday and was still just kind of recovering. Oh well; I know she won't turn down the opportunity for a bicker after a tiresome day.
We had just finished shooting and I was on my way to her dressing room again. She was just walking out and towards the parking lot when I saw her.
"Sonny!" I called. She looked back over her shoulder, not quit turning around enough for me to see her, and then slowed down as I jogged to catch up.
She sniffled and said, "Yes, Chad?" in a tired voice.
"Hey." I said. Wow, how exciting.
"Hi."
"Where were you yesterday?" I asked.
"Nowhere, why?"
"I just wondered."
"Tawni told me what you did." She said scoldingly. Oh, so that was her name! Well, at least I got the T right.
"Yeah, pretty funny, huh?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Ha-ha; hilarious." She said sarcastically.
"So where's nowhere?"
"Huh?"
"You said you were nowhere yesterday; where's that?"
"Ugh." She groaned. "Am I not aloud to take a sick day without half the studio noticing?"
"Ummmm…yes?" it came out more like a question. That made her giggle just the slightest bit.
"Well, I've gotta go." She said, and picked up her pace a little, which I easily matched.
"Why? It's barely 4:30." I said, not satisfied without an argument of some sort.
"Just…I'm tired…and I wanna be home." She said the last part quietly.
"Why?"
"Just 'cause." she said, getting a little bit annoyed.
"Because why?" I said like a little kid.
"Just because!" she said, this time a little angry as she walked quickly out of the door to the parking lot.
I don't know why, but she seemed to be acting really defensive about all of this. But like I thought earlier, she was probably just tired. But still…wait, was she…crying? I swear I saw a tear as she got into her car. Okay, that was weird.
She drove away quickly, just nudging at the edge of the speed limit. I decided to go and ask Tawni-hah! Remembered her name!-if she knew what was up, because Sonny didn't seem sick, and even if it was a 24 hour thing and now she was better, that doesn't explain why she was crying.
I walked in without knocking this time, but Tawni wasn't in there. She must have already gone home. Great.
I looked around the room a little, not really snooping, just scanning the surroundings. Sonny's table was unusually messy, totally unlike her. I walked over and picked up the folded paper on top-still technically not snooping, I mean, it was on top and I didn't read it…yet-and unfolded it. Okay, so now I was snooping, but…oh well. What she doesn't know won't hurt her.
It was a note, neatly typed, that was saying to excuse Sonny Monroe for being gone yesterday. It was signed by some doctor dude. See Chad, she was just at the doctor's office…but…it said it was from the hospital! What was that about? People don't go to hospitals for checkups! Okay, now I didn't care about snooping, I looked through the pile of papers on her mirror table.
The next paper I unfolded was a pamphlet about some councilor. Why would Sonny need counseling? She's like…well…Sonny! I kept looking through them and found a few that were notes from her mom.
Sonny-
You don't have to be embarrassed by this. It's really no big deal as long as you handle it responsibly.
Sonny-
Please don't give up. You can make it through this; a lot of people deal with this sort of thing every day.
Sonny-
I love you and want you to succeed; just know that you can do this and please take care of yourself like I know you can. I can't always be there to keep you on the right track, so make sure you always take good care of yourself when I'm not there to help. You know what you need to do to keep yourself healthy, so do what you need to and always remember that you are loved.
Wow. I had no idea of what to make of those. I had several theories, but they were hardly plausible. I put the notes back where they were and decided I should just go home and sleep on it.
As I turned around, I saw one last pamphlet hidden under a pillow. Okay, so if it was hidden, this one must be the ultimate invasion of privacy. Don't pick it up, Chad. Just walk away and-oh what the heck!
I picked it up and looked at the front. It was a pamphlet for a rehabilitation club. It had cessions for all kinds of problems, like drug addictions, drinking problems, abusive relationships, and a bunch of other mixes. I opened it up and a few pieces of paper fell out.
I sighed. I must be the least self-controlled person in the world. I set the pamphlet down, sat in the chair where the pillow had been, and picked up the stray pieces. I opened the first one and began reading.
Why can't I stop this?
The darkness around me
Is the good kind of scary.
I pain that I'll never miss.
Only beautiful to me
Are the scars left behind.
I behold every one
That the others can't see.
More beautiful still
Is the gleam of the blood.
As it pours out on my hands,
I get the most wonderful chill.
All these feelings
That burn at my heart;
They must be turned outward
To physically hurting and concealing.
They say I can stop
But it's harder than that.
This pain hurts so good,
Till the last bloody drop.
Okay, that was creepy! I didn't even bother reading the next ones, though I saw through the paper one was written in blood, because I was so freaked out! Sonny couldn't be like that! She's just not that kind of girl!
Either way, I had my theory and I'd investigate further tomorrow. I had been freaked out enough for one day! I put everything back the way I found it and practically ran to my car, theory locked in my head.
Alison Sonny Monroe was an Emo.
Okay, so today is Thursday. I've kind of been...Spying on Sonny for the past few days! There I said it! Or...well...thought it at least.
I eventually did go back and read the other two hidden things, and they were both drafts of suicide notes, so...yeah. I have been freaking out! I never let Sonny go home without smiling first now and I've turned our arguments into conversations.
She doesn't seem depressed; I mean, she still wears short sleeves and doesn't keep her hair out of her face or stuff, but...I'm still worried. She never comes to lunch with her cast anymore and...there's always bandages on her arm.
Yesterday I followed her to see what she does during lunch. She came out of her dressing room about five minutes later than usual and went outside to one of the long abandoned picnic tables with a fruit salad. At least she was eating something.
Anyways, today she must have forgotten her bandage, because when she was headed down the hall to her car, I saw a little red stain fresh on her shirt sleeve.
''Yo, Sonny!'' I called, ignoring the stain.
''Hey Chad.'' she said, turning around.
''Whatcha doin?'' I said, mocking that weird girl off the show about summer vacation. (Phineas and Ferb)
''I was headed home. Why?''
''Just wondering.'' I said.
''Why?'' she said again, this time grinning.
''Why what?''
''Why?''
''Why what?''
''Why?''
''Why WHAT?''
Sonny burst into laughter...okay, this was getting weird.
''What? What's funny?'' I asked.
She finished laughing after a minute or two and said, ''It's just fun to annoy you.''
''Oh, thanks a lot!'' I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
''But we haven't gotten to fight all week!'' she whined, also sarcastic.
''Yes we have.'' I said, hoping she'd believe me.
''No we haven't.''
''Yes we have.''
''No we haven't!''
''Have.''
''Haven't.''
''Have!''
''Haven't!''
''HAVE!''
''HAVE!''
''HAVEN'T!''
''HAVEN'T! Yay! I win!'' she teased.
''Grr.'' I said.
She giggled and looked down at her phone, checking the time.
''I should probably get home now.'' she said.
''Okay. See you tomorrow.'' I said, a little disappointed, but not letting it show.
She must have seen it anyway, because she smirked a little as she said, ''See ya.'' and left.
I went back to my dressing room and got my stuff and went home too. My phone beeped thrice, indicating I had to tweet about something. My fan club required me to tweet at least every four hours or they'd start to get feisty. So I opened my internet browser and went to Twitter.
''Chad Dylan Cooper is:'' it began for me.
''...0_0...idk...happy :)'' I wrote. I didn't feel like putting much effort into it this time, so I clicked the 'Update' button.
I exited the browser and got in my car to head home.
When I got there, my phone began buzzing over and over and over, indicating I had a bunch of new e-mails coming in now that I had my signal back. They had redone the signal towers so they wouldn't work on the highway that led to my house because too many people were texting while they drove. All of them were e-mails from fans, saying 'yay! Me too!' or 'cool! Wat about' or, as my personal favorite, one from Sonshine33 that said 'haven't:)'. It was so simple, but it made me smile effortlessly. Sonny was good at stuff like that.
I sat down at my laptop with a turkey sandwich a few minutes later and opened the rest of my e-mails, replying to the questions and adding little comments where I wanted. Eventually, me and Sonny began chatting through the comment bar (it went a little something like this: have haven't have haven't etc.) and that made just about every CDC fan comment on that asking what we were talking about. Eventually, I just added a virtual sigh and said it was an inside joke, opening an official chat box with Sonny.
I didn't get any useful information out of her, but it was nice just to talk (or...well...communicate) with her as casual friends.
Around 10:00, Sonny alerted me of the time like it was some magazine cover story big deal.
''OMG! Do you hav a clock?'' were her exact words.
''yea, y?'' I replyed.
''Its 10:15! Now im gonna b all sleepy and grouch tomorrow. XP''
''watevs. Goodnight then :P''
''gn'' she said, and we both closed our chat widows.
''CDC is goin ta bed. Gn sukkas:P'' I typed as my status and shut the computer off.
I put a burrito thingy in the microwave, ate it (burnt my tongue twice), and went to bed.
A/N: Hello again Channy readers! I hope you all enjoyed chapter one of my new story! Same as before, sorry I can't give you guys a long greeting, but I hope you're enjoying my newest story! Reviews bring me happiness and 10 of them bring you guys a new chapter!
Peace, Love, CHANNY! 3
