Hey everyone! So this is a revamp of the first fan fiction I ever wrote. I started it about 4 or so years ago, and it was horrible, so I saved a copy and took it down. Now I'm bored, so I thought I'd start rewriting it and see if I can make it better. We'll see what happens.
CPOV
Wow, she's beautiful the voice in my head said as I watched Sonny in the cafeteria. She was reading, as she often was, and she looked like an angel.
What do you think you're doing?! Another voice said. You're Chad Dylan Cooper, and she's just…a Random. She's not a supermodel or an heiress or anyone special.
She's special because she's Sonny the first voice argues. She doesn't need anything else.
"Shut up!" I mumble to both of them, apparently out loud, as the man a few tables down stares at me. Note to self: don't talk to yourself out loud. I check my watch, disappointed that I have to be back on set in a few minutes when I'd rather be sitting here staring at Sonny. I take one last look at her on my way out, and end up crashing into a trashcan. I bolt through the doors before she can look up and see me. One day, maybe, I'll be honest with her. But not today.
SPOV
"Tawni, you can't do this! It's my dressing room too!" I yell at the locked door.
"Yeah," she yells back, "But only one of us has a date tonight!" I sigh, trying the handle once more before giving up and retreating to the cafeteria. I settle into a corner with a book that I thankfully brought with me and manage to get lost in the romantic love story. That is, until there's a loud bang, and I look up to see a flash of blonde hair running from the room. I check my watch, seeing that it's been a few hours since I started and that Tawni has probably left already. I packed up my stuff, watching dark grey clouds roll in outside the window with a nervous twinge in the stomach. Quickly, I go back to the dressing room to grab the rest of my stuff, intending to make it home before the storm sets in, but I have a sinking feeling as I reach the doors and find a thunderstorm in full swing. The memories start to flood my mind, and it's all I can do to sink down against the wall and hope they stop soon.
Short, I know, but this was my practice chapter to see if I could really improve upon what I'd done before. Please let me know if you like it! If you do, I'll keep going.
Love,
TheSongSmith