Sonny with a Chance of an Epic Story

Chapter ONE "Chiggle"

CDC POV

It had to be a dream.

First off, Chad Dylan Cooper does NOT stand in the middle of a field during a thunderstorm. The rain completely washes out my $300 shampoo and I just had my suit dry cleaned yesterday.

Secondly, that feeling of vertigo that only dreams and heavy-duty cold medicine can bring was there, even though it felt so real.

And finally, Chad Dylan Cooper never needs a final reason because the only thing in the world that needs three reasons for its existence is the word "perfect". The three definitions for "perfect" are as follows: Chad, Dylan, and Cooper.

But I'm getting off point, which is easy because, come on, look at me. How is Chad Dylan Cooper ever not distracting?

Anyway, there I was. In a field. During a very very wet thunderstorm.

Yeah. It sucked.

How come I wasn't scrambling for cover? Ew Ew Ew Ew! There was MUD seeping into my $90 shoes!

Suddenly, I heard a familiar tune:

"Here comes the sun!

Doo-doo-doo-doo"

Woah, okay… I didn't know that the Beatles would be in my dream. Don't they have to pay a royalty fee or something for being here?…

Anyway I was just standing there. And I was wet. Oh, so very wet.

Just when I thought that I was doomed to being frozen in the middle of a field during a storm, things took a sudden turn for the better. The clouds cracked down the center, their grey cover making way for the warm, golden sunlight to precede the best part of the dream.

Sonny Munroe.

She came towards me through the field, turning the wet, weed-filled mud into wildflowers with every step she took. That stupid-cute grin of hers was plastered across her stupid-cute face, making those stupid-cute dimples of hers appear.

As I watched her come towards me, I mentally urged her to come quicker I knew that this could be all over too soon, ending what little time I had to not pretend that I hated her.

But Sonny Munroe can't read minds, (one of the few things that she CAN'T do) so she continued towards me at her graceful saunter.

It took much too long, but Sonny Munroe finally reached my frozen position in the middle of the field. Her presence to me was like the sun itself with an ice cube; I completely melted.

Feeling particularly daring at that moment, I reached out towards her hand and grasped it, intertwining my fingers with hers. She gave that annoyingly-stupidly-cute giggle of hers. Maybe it was a chuckle. I will call it a chiggle.

Sonny was chiggling.

Hmm...I'm going to try and find a better word for that.

I took my free arm and wrapped it around her waist, drawing her closer to me. I looked down, wanting so badly to drown in the pools of chocolate that were her eyes, but to my utter disappointment, Sonny wasn't even looking at me. I followed her confused gaze and saw that The Beatles were still sitting a few feet away.

I gave them a knowing nod, and they set off in a very lovely rendition of "All You Need Is Love"

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.

There's nothing you can do that can't be done.

Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.

We began to dance across the open field to the steady pulse of The Beatles ballad. Sonny came closer to me and laid her head upon my shoulder. It felt like a static shock, but felt so nice, especially when her lovely soprano voice began to hum along with the song. (Yes, Chad Dylan Cooper knows what a soprano is. Most children have moms that force them to join a choir.)

We continued like this for the duration of the song. As the song came to a close, I knew that I would have to try right then or another opportunity would pass me by to fulfill my promise to myself.

I let go of her quickly with the arm I had around her waist and used the hand that held hers to twirl Sonny around and bring her back to me. My free arm rewrapped itself around her waist and brought her down into a dip. She began to giggle/laugh/chuckle again. I couldn't help but grin back at her as I lowered my face towards hers…closer…closer until our lips were only an inch or two apart. I could feel her warmth radiating from her, drawing me towards her.

"Just a little more," I thought. Suddenly, thunder roared across the once-clear-sky and rain came shooting down. Sonny's warm brown eyes grew wide with fear and panic. Lightning flashed across the sky. Sonny pushed away from me and began to scream. I reached out to comfort her, but she began to run across the field into the distance.

I stood there, alone and rejected, numb only to the pouring rain.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo

I awoke to the sound of my own whimpering. Wait, Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't whimper; he makes the sound of manly pain. I awoke to the sound of my manly pain.

Tired and bleary eyed, I glanced out the window. It was sunny outside. How come I could hear thunder and rain, though? I looked to my left where my bed-side desk sat. My radio-alarm clock was going off. The antenna on it was broken, so the only noise that came out was static.

"Oh," I thought.

"It was only a dream…again"