Hey! This is my new story, hope you all like it. Just an idea that popped in my head!
Summary: It's a Friday afternoon and Sonny needs a ride back home. The thing is: the only person who can give her one is Chad.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sonny With A Chance, Bowling For Soup or Lady Gaga.
"Springsteen, Madonna, way before Nirvana, there was U2, and Blondie, and music still on MTV! Her two kids, in high school, they tell her that she's uncool, cause she's still, preoccupied, with 1985!"
"Sonny, will you please just shut up?" Chad screamed, annoyed. "This way I can't focus on the road!"
Okay. Wanna know why is the 'great' Chad Dylan Cooper yelling at me? There you go. It is a Friday afternoon, time to go back home from the Condor Studios. But. My mom had this little trouble that included a new mope, a monkey, the shinning sun and resulted in a broken car. Yeah, I didn't understand it either. Don't ask.
Broken car means no picking Sonny up at the Studios. Awesome (don't forget to include the sarcasm there, please)! Tawni couldn't give me a ride because she didn't go to work today, she got the flu, I guess. I don't trust either Nico or Grady to ride a vehicle, especially with me inside of it. And Zora doesn't even has the age to drive yet.
The only person who's left is Chad. Chad. So I had to ask him to give me a lift. He laughed at my face, because apparently nobody except him can ride on his 'baby'. So I told him that I saved him from dying when he choke at a snicker doodle, and after a long, long, long, 'Good-Good' argument, he agreed to ride me home.
Then I made him take an alternative road. Oh well.
*Flashback*
"Chad, turn right over there, it's a shortcut."
"I don't think so. We'll go this way."
"Come on, Chad! Trust me!"
"Sorry, Munroe, but no way."
"Listen to me, or I'll tell Nico and Grady you let me in on your 'baby', and they'll NEVER leave you alone again!"
"YOU WOULDN'T DARE!"
"Oh, yes I would!"
"Fine! Are you sure we're going the right way?"
"Of course! Now, have I been wrong before?"
"I prefer not to answer that question."
*End of Flashback*
And here we are! Don't tell Chad, but we're kinda lost. It looks like I was indeed wrong. There's always a first time, huh?
So after the blonde 'gently' asked me to stop singing, I started humming along with the song, while licking my huge, colorful lollipop. Did I mention I got one of those when I was leaving the Studios? It's so cool, like one of those you see in cartoons.
"Are you sure we're not going the wrong way? Like sure sure?" Chad asked for the billionth time. Not trusting my voice, I simply nodded. He let out a tired sigh. He is cute when he sighs. WAIT, WHAT? Just scratch that, okay?
Then I smelled smoke. Then the car started slow down, until it stopped completely. A bang came from the engine and I saw smoke. And then I panicked.
"WHAT HAPPENED? ARE WE GOING TO DIE, CHAD?" I was begging to hyperventilate, and held my lollipop like it was my life. Chad tried to start the engine, but it seemed to only make things worse. He looked at me angry.
"What have you done to my baby?" I scoffed. It was totally his fault!
"I did nothing! You were the one who was driving! Now go there and fix it, so we can go home!" I started licking my lollipop again, looking straight in his ocean blue eyes. I was getting lost in them, when he broke contact to roll them.
"Don't tell me what to do! I'm Chad Dylan Cooper!"
"Yeah? And I'm Sonny Munroe, so just go there and do what I'm saying!"
"All right. But not because you want me to. Because I wanna see what's with my baby." He got out of the car, and opened the hood. I followed him, scared to be alone. I stopped right beside him.
"What do you think?" I asked, apprehensive. The sun will set soon, and how in the world are we gonna fix a car in the dark?
"Beats me. I'll call the mechanic." He took his phone out of his kakhi pants' pocket, and dialed a number. After a few seconds, he shove the gadget where it was before. "No service. Tell me the truth, we're lost, aren't we?"
"Hm… Yes?" I answered with a sheepish smile, hiding behind my candy.
"SONNY! You told me to trust you! Now look where we are!" He cried, rubbing his face. Then he looked at the car, and sighed. "Okay, I'm gonna try to fix this. It's all your fault! We're lucky those two stupid friends of yours left their tools in my trunk when they last fixed my baby."
"I'll get them." After all the trouble I caused, it's only fair I help a little. I got the tool box, while balancing my lollipop between my teeth to prevent it from falling. Gee, this thing must weight like, 200 pounds!
"Give me the hammer." Chad ordered. I gave him the hammer, and bit my lollipop.
"Hammer." I said, smiling.
"Pliers." I got it and handed it to Chad. I didn't know there was another type of pliers, besides the nail pliers. Huh, I might get that in a sketch.
"Pliers" I replied, with my voice muffled from the sugar gluing my lips together.
"Jack." With all my strength I lifted it. I guess this was making the box so heavy.
"Jack. But isn't this for the tires? I thought we had a problem at the engine."
"Hello? I know what I'm doing! Episode 459 of Mack Falls: 'Road Trip'. Mackenzie went on a trip with his friends, and then their car broke down and Mackenzie had to fix it, because the others disappeared, this huge man-eater cookie got them. In the end they were all okay, it was just a prank Devon planned."
"Mhmm. I see. Again, what is your show even about?" He glared at me, and suddenly the tool box was really interesting to look at.
"Screwdriver." He demanded. I couldn't help but laugh at that. Chad looked annoyed. "How mature, Sonny. It's a tool. Come on, screwdriver."
"Screwdriver." I said between laughs, and handed it to the blonde. This repeating thing is so cool, it's like we're in old TV shows, they used to do this all the time.
"Sonny?" I answered him with a grunt. Can't he see I'm too busy with my candy? In fact, it's tasting kinda weird right know. "I don't think that sticking your lollipop in the engine will solve our problem."
I looked at him. He had a smirk plastered on his face and was holding my lollipop. Wait. So if my lollipop is over there, then what I'm licking is…
"EEEW!" I shrieked, dropping the slobbered screwdriver. I think I'm gonna puke. It licked that dirty, nasty, sweaty thing! Double ew. Chad chuckled.
"You can't tell the difference between those two? Gee, Munroe, I didn't think you could get down to this level."
"Of course I can tell the difference, Chad! I'm not stupid! I just… Wasn't paying attention at the moment. That's all."
"Is it, Sonny? Is it really?" I let out an angry sigh.
"Yes, Chad. It is. Now, let's go, the sun will set soon." I started walking away, but he grabbed my arm.
"Where do you think you're going? He asked, confused.
"I know you don't have a clue of what you're doing. So if we're lucky, and start walking now, we can find a place with a telephone, or somewhere with service."
"No way, I'm not leaving Angelina!" Who? I'll tell you, this guy has serious problems. He saw my confused face and explained. "My car?" I began laughing again.
"You name your cars?"
"Well, yeah." He blushed a little. Aw, cute! NO! NOT CUTE! STUPID, UGLY, IDIOT! Stupid cute. "They're important to me, okay?"
"Chad, nothing will happen with Angelina. Come on, let's go, I wanna go home!"
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Good."
"Good."
"Fine."
"FINE!"
"So are we good?"
"Oh, we're so good." And then we both went back to the car to get our stuff. When we started walking, I couldn't stop looking at my sides, scared.
"What's going on, Munroe?" Chad said, without looking directly at me.
"What? Psh. Nothing is going on!" I said with a high-pitched voice. Damn.
"You're on denial. I know, you, Sonny. Tell me."
"It's just… I'm scared."
"Of what?" This time he looked at me, and I almost tripped at a stone with the sight of his blue orbs.
"Stupid rock." I murmured under my breath. "Nothing, really. Just a thief, and a…" I felt my cheeks start to burn, and looked away.
"A what?" Chad teased. He's making me say it. Argh, I wanna kick him!
"A huge man-eater cookie." I whispered.
"I'm sorry, but I think I couldn't hear you." He said with a smirk
"A HUGE MAN-EATER COOKIE, OKAY?" I screamed, my cheeks on fire. After good five minutes, I got sick of his laughter and started walking away quickly.
"Hey Sonny, wait up!" He said, trying to keep up my pace. "Come on, it's funny, you're scared of a cookie."
"No it's not funny! And it's a huge man-eater cookie, okay?" I looked away, letting my hair fall over my face, so he couldn't see I was smiling a little bit. I'm a comedian. I have the tendency to find everything hilarious, people!
Chad shoved his hands in his pockets, and continued teasing me about my fear. I was about to smack him when I looked back and realized I couldn't see Angelina anymore. I think we're far enough.
"Is there any service here?" I asked. Partially because I actually wanted to know, and partially because I wanted him to drop the subject. He got his phone and looked at the screen.
"Nop." He answered, popping the letter P. I wanna curl up in a ball and cry, I want my home, my bed and my crazy mom back! But right now, to take this goddamn hoodie off. I think we're at a desert, not Hollywood.
When I took it off, my t-shirt rose a little, and I catched Chad eyeing that tiny patch of exposed skin. I blushed a little, but thankfully, it could be confused as the heat's blush.
"So, any service now?" Chad's attention snapped back at my face and he gave me a sheepish smile, getting his IPhone again.
"Nah, not yet. Come on! Do you see any cheap diners or motels around here? ANYTHING WILL WORK! LORD, PLEASE SEND US SOMETHING!" Chad yelled at the sky, and I giggled at his silliness.
Suddenly, as if on cue, a lightning crossed the sky, and we heard a loud thunder. Three seconds later, a pouring rain fell on heads and I glared at Chad.
"What? It's not like it's my fault! I may be the greatest actor of our generation, but I don't talk with the gods! Besides it's more your fault!"
"How could it be mine?" I screamed, since the rain was muffling our voices.
"Oh, let's see! Number one: we wouldn't be here if you hadn't ask me for a ride. Two: we wouldn't be here if you hadn't insisted on taking the wrong way, or called as 'shortcut'. And number three: WE WOULDN'T BE HERE IF YOU DIDN'T DECIDE TO WALK AROUND, TO FIND SOME HELP! IT'S YOUR FAULT!" Chad shouted.
I was so indignant, I ran. Ran back to Angelina, at least she would protect me from the rain. But halfway there, something grabbed me by my waist, and I totally freaked out.
"DON'T EAT ME, MAN-EATER COOKIE! I'M TO YOUNG TO DIE!" I cried, trying desperately to wriggle out of his grasp.
"Sonny! Calm down and stop kicking me!" I realized it was that jerk again, and I stopped. Maybe because he seemed concerned when I looked at him. "Gee, a little too afraid of the cookie, aren't we?
I blew him a raspberry and kept walking, not half as angry as before. Yeah, I'm bipolar. Heard that one before. He chuckled and followed me, humming a known beat.
"Chad, are you humming Lady Gaga?" I giggled, and he looked at me.
"Yes, do you have a problem with that?" He asked in a fake obnoxious way. "She's a very cultured woman, and has this unique fashion style."
We started laughing at that, and only stopped when we saw Angelina. We got into the car, and I still don't know how Chad let me do it without bitching about getting the car seats all wet.
"Oh man, this is going to be an interesting Friday."
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