Disclaimer: I own Sonny With A Chance as much as I own your face. Okay?
Ah… sorry about my grumpy disclaimer, it's just that I don't like disclaimers. They make me feel bad about myself by pointing out a fact that I wish weren't true. Hmph.
So… this is my new story. I'm still going to finish "That's So Sonny", but I felt that I needed to work on something new for now when I got an idea for a story which I felt was cute.
I had another story named "A Year Without Rain", but I wrote that when I was on writer's block, so this is a whole different story.
So enjoy! :D
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Chad's POV
-10 Years Ago-
"Chad, do you really have to go?" Allison asked.
"Yeah… my mom wants me to start acting," I said, sadly. "We're going to California."
My mom was always pushing me to get famous and fortune. I knew that my mom loved me, but acting wasn't something that she wanted me to do. My dad was in California working on a record label. I guess she wanted to me to make something of myself. Something that she could be proud of.
We lived in Arizona. Allison was a friend from my school. She had a problem with bullies, and well, I was a geek. We looked to each other for company, and we don't regret it.
"Do you HAVE to? Do you WANT to?" she asked.
"I don't want to, but I have to. I don't have a choice," I said.
"Everyone has a choice," Allison said in her wise 7-year-old self. She was always so positive and…
"Sunny," I said, thinking out loud.
"I told you I don't like that name!" she yelled jokingly at me.
"Sunny!" I said louder.
We both started laughing and she started chasing me all over the house. Eventually she caught my un-athletic self and started tickling me: one of my weaknesses.
"Stop it!" I laughed.
"Then stop calling me Sunny!" she laughed more.
"Okay fine… fine…" I said.
She stopped. "Really?"
"Sunny, you don't really have a chance," I said, then started tickling her. She started laughing so hard, that I couldn't help but smile.
After our tickle fight stopped, we started talking.
"I just can't believe you're just going to leave. I mean, don't you like it here?" she asked.
"Yeah, I do," I decided. "I'm going to miss how SUNNY it is here."
She laughed. "Stop it!"
"There's no chance!" I stuck out my tongue idiotically, hoping to get a funny, young, innocent look. She laughed more, which soon formed into a wide smile.
"I'll miss you most," I admitted.
"Really?" her eyes widened. "I'm going to miss you too."
"But I guess if I had to move somewhere, then I'm happy it's California."
"Why?"
"Because it's SUNNY!"
So the SUNNY thing was getting old, but at 7-years-old, I couldn't help but laugh.
"But really, I'll miss you," I said.
"Me too," she repeated with innocence in her eyes.
I will admit that I had formed a… crush per say on Allison. Puppy love, but nothing more. And I would miss her, a lot.
"Hey, I promise to write," I said.
"Me too," she said. "Pinky promise?"
"Pinky promise," I said as our pinkies intertwined.
"And also…" I said, rummaging in my pocket. I finally got it out. "Here you go."
I handed her a gold necklace with half a heart on it.
"Aw… Chad. Gold, my favorite color," she said. She put it around her neck.
She admired it for a while, then said, "Gold… as in Chad GOLDfarb! Haha!"
"I thought you said you wouldn't say my last name!" I shot at her, laughing.
"I thought you weren't going to call me Sunny anymore!"
"Oh, yeah sure. That's going to happen," I said sarcastically.
She analyzed it carefully. "Where's the other half?"
"Ah, it's with me," I felt foolish wearing a necklace, but I showed it from underneath my clothes. "Mine's silver."
"It's really pretty Chad," she said. "Why is there a C?"
"C for Chad. Mine has an A for Allison."
"Oh… so I'll always have a little piece of you with me."
"Yeah, exactly."
"And I'm never taking it off of my neck!" she said proudly.
I smiled.
"I'll always have a little piece of Chad Goldfarb," she giggled.
"That's it!" I laughed with her while I chased her until I finally caught her.
"Fine, you win," she pouted.
"Okay…" I relaxed my embrace.
That's when she broke free.
"You cheated!" I accused.
"Nu-uh! I was giving you an example of what you're going to be doing in California," she said promptly.
"What's that?"
"Acting!" she stuck her tongue out at me.
"Hey! Before you know it, I'll be the greatest actor of our generation."
"Haha."
"I'm just kidding."
"Hey, I believe you can do it."
"There it is again."
"What?"
"You're SUNNY attitude!"
That was our last laugh before I left.
-Flashback End -
I got letters almost every day. We exchanged some jokes, laughed a little, our handwriting changed: sometimes better, sometimes worse. We could tell when we were in a hurry to write or when we were using up hours into a sheet of paper. Later we moved onto email. Her signature changed multiple times. Messages (I don't remember if they were by email or handwritten) I recall:
"Dear Chad,
Miss you as always. It's been about a year as you know, and I'm moving to Wisconsin. I'm either super excited or super scared. My family has lived there for quite some time, and I haven't seen them since I was about 5. But it's really snowy and cold. I'm going to miss the sun in Arizona. Good-bye to spaghetti straps and short-shorts.
Love, Aly"
"Dear Chad,
Wisconsin isn't so bad after all. It's been about 3 months and I actually have a friend. Her name is Lucy. We both love fried chicken and blind-folded makeovers. I'm happy. And she also says that my attitude is Sunny. I guess I'll give your funny little nickname a chance.
Miss you. I wish that I could see you again. But not a stupid photo over the Internet. I hate using the Internet here. It's too slow. And plus, it won't be like the real thing.
Hope to hear from you soon.
Love always, Sunny"
This one was definitely email:
"Dear Chad,
Haven't written in a while. Internet is a simple nightmare and our television still has bunny ears. I love it here though. My family is really nice and loving. I wish that you were here though.
Now that I think about it, it's been years. Maybe nine… ten years? Wow.
I hope you're enjoying your luxurious Hollywood mansion (at least the one I assume you have). After all, you are the greatest actor of our generation. :P
Hope to get back with you soon, if I'm not too lazy and impatient to wait for the Internet to load up… it takes a few minutes to click the icon.
I'm really not kidding. That's how bad it is.
Filled with hope, Sonny (changed it to an "o"… Lucy and I like it better that way.)
3"
Then communication just stopped. I was so busy with the Goodie Gang and Mackenzie Falls (two shows that I had never told Allison that I was in them… there were other things more important). I felt like I could just tell her anything, ignoring the more recent and obvious things like I was the star of Mackenzie Falls… my last name change… and how I really WAS the greatest actor of our generation. I couldn't be like that to innocent little Aly. Or Sunny. Or Sonny. My Sonny. I wish.
And I hadn't seen her face in ten whole years.
"Chad!" Penelope snapped.
"Yeah?" I asked, absent-mindedly.
"Back to work. Break's over."
"Just a few more minutes, please?" A few more minutes to clear my head…
"Ask the director."
"I'm the greatest actor of our generation. He'll be aight."
"Chad—"
"Please?"
After a silence, she finally said, "Fine… be back to the set in 5."
I sighed. Something was going to happen today. Something special.