Author's Note: This is a continuation of the episode Sonny in the Kitchen with Dinner. This is pretty much my guess of what happened after the episode ended. This is a two-shot and I have a good portion of the second half written, so it should be up soon. Oh yes, and does anyone know how to spell the name of the blanket with arms. I gave it my best try, but I have no idea.
Disclaimer: I don't anything Sonny with a Chance related.
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Sonny face was twisted in disgust as she unraveled her Blarmy – the blanket with arms – and tossed it in the washing machine. She glanced over the load for a second – regretting doing so instantly – to see Tawni's vomit mocking her by infesting the soft blanket that she had waited so long to receive.
What a cruel world this was.
She closed the lid of the washing machine quickly, hoping the soap would douse the smell of vomit from the blanket, and went back into the living room, where she found Tawni with her head in the wastepaper basket. Tawni made a noise that resembled that of a choking frog, before lunging her head further into the basket to throw up again.
"Tawni?" Sonny asked with concern lacing her voice. Tawni make a gurgling sound that Sonny just assumed as her response.
Sonny continued her question. "Do you want me to get you a bucket or do you want to keep puking in the basket? Where the vomit is sliding through the bottom onto your leg." Sonny's repulsion was increasing as she noticed that the wastepaper basket was not equipped to withstand upchucking.
"Huh?" Tawni glanced up at Sonny, looking quite pale. She gazed down at her leg, taking note of the vomit running it down it. She ran her fingers over the trail of vomit to make sure she it wasn't just another part of her blurred vision. "Oh, gross!" She threw the basket on the floor letting it's contents run out.
Sonny was just about to scold her for doing that when she heard what sounded like an elephant and barracuda having an epic battle in the bathroom. Sonny closed her eyes silently praying that the outcome of that horrible simile wouldn't be what she imagined. She rushed her way towards the bathroom, only to have Grady stop her.
"Sonny," he pushed her back by her shoulder, "you don't want to go in there." He shook his head and then made a face. "But I wanted to." And with that, Grady was back in the bathroom throwing up.
"Sonny!" Tawni whined from the coach. "Sonny!" She turned to her head to look at her – or what she thought was Sonny.
"Yes, Tawni." Sonny walked back over to her, trying to block out the almost constant of vomiting going on in her bathroom and her bedroom, which is strangely where Nico, Hayden and Chad had gone off to. She really didn't want to know what it looked like in there.
"Can I have the bucket?" She took a sharp breath in, attempting to hold her cookies. She was failing with flying colors. She bit her lip and begged Sonny with her eyes.
Sonny didn't need to be told twice, she ran down the hallway, past her bedroom – where she witness the three guys on the floor – and retrieved the plastic bucket her mother kept in case she ever got sick. There's nothing better when you're feeling in Wisconsin than having a trusty barf bucket at your side.
Sonny was making her way back to Tawni, but choose to stop and make sure the trio in her room was doing alright. When she stuck her head in the door, she was overcome by the sicken smell of vomit and Clorox. Apparently, unlike Tawni and Grady, they were at least trying to clean up. Sonny appreciated the thought.
"You, guys, okay?" She asked, while she challenged herself to hold her breath. The smell mixture of vomit and bleach had always made her slightly queasy.
Nico gave her a thumbs up from where he lay on the floor. "We're good, Sonny." He put his thumb down, relaxing his arm. "We're just chillin'."
At that moment, Chad made the ever-familiar choking noise and tossed his cookies into Sonny's bedroom garbage can. She never understood why her mother made her keep a garbage can in her room – it smelled terrible and she hated – but from today on, she'd never complain again.
"And throwing up." Hayden added to Nico's statement.
Chad grimaced at the garbage can, pushing it far away from him. His eyes narrowed at Hayden, it seemed like they were discussing something that had gotten interrupted by both Sonny's appearance and Chad throwing up.
"Okay then. I'm going to go." Sonny was backing out the door, waving the barf bucket around as she talked. "If you need me, I'll be in the living room bleaching floor – and probably entire self – since Tawni and Grady are throwing up on everything."
As in on cue, a moan that formed into a name came from the living room. "Sonny!"
"Coming, Tawni!" Sonny called back, sighing and hoping she hadn't thrown up on anything else. She already puked on the blanket with arms, what next?
Sonny hurried out of her room when she saw the looks on the boys' faces. She was beginning to feel awkward, and anyway, she had to get back to Tawni. She handed her the bucket as soon as she reached her on the coach.
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Back in her bedroom, Chad, Nico, and Hayden sat in uncomfortable silence, which was periodically interrupted by someone hurling. If it wasn't bad enough for Chad Dylan Cooper that he was sitting in the room with the guy who put the move on Sonny before he could, he was stuck there with a Random, and he was nauseous.
"I don't like you." Chad grumbled from his side of the room, his arms crossed to make him look more menacing as well as make his tummy feel better.
Nico and Hayden, both assuming Chad was talking to him personally, replied at the same time.
"Oh, get over it. We So Random!-ers are so much cool than you, Chip." Nico spat back at him.
"It was the Kiss-Cam!" Hayden's one and only excuse once again resurfaced, but still Chad didn't buy it. He could tell from the get go this guy – this animal – took advantage of poor, defenseless Sonny and couldn't be trusted. Ever.
"Likely story." Chad crossed his arms tighter to his chest to make himself look even more menacing and to hold down nausea. It wasn't working to well though. He was already thinking about having his head plunged back into Sonny's stupid garbage can. It revolted him. Stupid Nico. Stupid Grady. Stupid sandwiches.
"I promise," Nico responded again, "we are so much cooler than you."
"Not you, Rico!" Chad lifted one of Sonny's stray ballet flats from the floor and tossed it at him, hitting him the stomach. Nico cringed, obviously becoming nauseous again. Chad smirked a bit.
Nico rolled his eyes, standing up. "It's Nico. Ni, as in knee! Anyway, I'm going to visit the large porcelain throne of Narnia with Grady, if you don't mind." He held his stomach and proceeded quickly through the doorway.
Hayden completed his thought once Nico was out of the room. "I'm telling you. I was on a date with Tawni, when she left and –"
"And then you took advantage of Sonny." Chad shook his head, glaring at Hayden. "You sicken me." Unconsciously, he removed his arms from around his stomach – making him both prone to throwing up once more as well as looking less manly.
Chad heaved a moment, throwing up in his mouth. He – though he thought this idea was horrendous – swallowed it back down.
After regaining his composure, he spoke once more. "Literally."
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In the living room, Sonny was sitting next to Tawni rubbing her back to comfort her. Though Tawni had her moments when she was completely and utterly impossible to work with, Sonny always remembered she was slowly becoming one of her closet and best friends. And friends comfort each other.
"Well this is definitely a date you'll both remember." Sonny laughed awkwardly, doing her best to lighten the mood. "How many dates have you gone on when you've used your friend's apartment as your own, lied to your date the entire time, eaten sandwiches that sat out in the sun for twelve hours, had a three-named jerkthrob kick your door in, and gave everyone food poisoning? Doesn't happen everyday I tell you." She smiled at Tawni, who threw up again in the bucket on her lap.
Tawni raised her head from the bucket, glaring at Sonny. "This was the absolute worst date ever."
"But on the bright side it's over." Sonny beamed, punching Tawni lightly in the arm. "And now we know what kind of men are for you…and plus I am proud of you for telling Hayden the truth…eventually."
Tawni half-smiled, her lips turned upward. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but thanks, Sonny." She rested her head on Sonny's shoulder. "Thank you for bringing me the bucket. Throwing up in the basket was disgusting."
Sonny was about to say something, when there was a shout from the front door.
"What happened to the front door!?" Connie Munroe ran her fingers over the black shoe mark on the door in dismay. "And why does it smell like vomit in here!? Sonny!" She called, only to see her daughter hop up from the couch and run over.
"Mom…" Sonny took a second to let her eyes sweep over the room. How in the world would she come up with an explanation? "Um…well…you know how Tawni was using our apartment for a date, well we got some extra guests and some of them got food poisoning, and –" Her mother was about to walk into the bathroom. "I wouldn't I were you."
"Why not?" Sonny's mother pivoted around to look at her daughter. It was then that the elephant/barracuda battle noise started up once more. Connie Munroe's face crunched in an appalled fashion listening to the sounds from the bathroom.
"Food poisoning." Tawni and Sonny replied at the same time. Tawni choked a bit, but contained herself, smiling at Mrs. Munroe – or what she thought was Mrs. Munroe. Mrs. Munroe's expression changed to one of concern.
"Okay then," Sonny's mother said slowly, "how many of them are you? And of those, how many are sick?" Her motherly instinct was kicking in. It was her job, until these kids were safely at home, for her to take care of them.
Sonny bit her lip. "Umm…there are five people here, beside myself. And of those five people, there are five people sick. Nico and Grady are in the bathroom, and Hayden and Chad are in my bedroom. And well, of course, Tawni here." She motioned to Tawni, who followed Sonny hands up and down with her eyes.
"Sonny, stop!" She grabbed her hand. "You're making me seasick." She leaned her head over the barf bucket.
"Okay, okay." Mrs. Munroe seemed uneasy about the idea of five sick teenagers throwing up in her apartment, but she'd just have to deal with it. "Let's start off by calling everyone's parents and telling them what's going on."
She grabbed the phone off the hook and began to dial the numbers she knew. By numbers she knew, she meant Tawni's parents. Of all the So Random! cast, she had only met Tawni so far, when she had come over once for a sleepover. Beyond that she had no idea.
She'd have to ask Sonny for the rest of the numbers.
And so, after about twenty minutes of dialing a multitude of numbers as it would seem, it was decided that Mrs. Munroe was going to be driving Tawni, Grady, Nico and Hayden home. There was just one more person who needed to call his parents.
Sonny offered Chad the phone. He scrunched his face. "I'll call them on my cell." He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed his home. It rang three times before someone picked up.
"Hello?" The voice on the other end was hesitant.
"Yeah, this is Chad. I'm calling to talk to my parents. Are they there?" There was about a fifty-fifty shot they would be there. They were always getting called out to business meetings and emergency conventions, among other things.
"Oh, sorry dear. You're father was called to a meeting in Scranton, Pennsylvania, and your mother is visiting your grandmother like she said she was going to."
Chad felt his stomach twist a little; he held back the nausea though. "Oh, right. I was just wondering. Okay," he decided to wrap this up before he started throwing up, "I'll be home soon. Bye." He hung up quickly and grabbed Tawni's bucket – not caring that he spill some of the vomit already in it on the floor.
"Hey!" Tawni got to her feet in a quick manner, giving her a bit of a head rush. "That's my bucket of vomit." She went to reach for, and then remembered what was in it. Chad was quite surprised by how she was genuinely protective of her barf bucket, but also noticed how quickly she remembered how to be herself. Which was an easily grossed out girl.
"You know what, you keep it." She sat back down.
They gave Chad a good couple minutes to get over his nausea before they asked him the verdict.
"So, you're parents know you're coming home?" Mrs. Munroe questioned.
Chad shook his head. "Yeah, it's fine. They're not home currently, but I can take care of myself." He was a man after all. And men have pride and dignity.
"What?" Mrs. Munroe seemed terrified at the thought of letting him home alone. "There's no way I'm letting you home alone, if you're sick. As mother, I feel responsible for you until you get home to your parents, not an empty house. I would feel terrible just leaving you there to fend for yourself."
"I'll be fine." He was quick with the draw to respond. "There are people at my house. I'll just complain to one of them if I need anything. Believe me, I'll be fine." He put his arms around his stomach again as he did earlier for both the same reasons as before, manliness and to hold down the queasy feeling.
"No, nope." Mrs. Munroe shook her head, strolling her way over to Chad. "There is no way I'm just leaving you there. I'm calling your house and telling them that you'll be staying here. Now give me your phone. I don't know the number."
Chad put his hand over his pocket, putting his other hand out to block her. "Nope. I'll be fine. You don't need to call."
"Give me the phone." She put out her hand, waiting for him to comply. Unfortunately, he was stubborn as a horse.
"No. I promise you, I'll be completely fine at home." He took a step back, turning himself so that his phone pocket was turned away from her.
"Give me the phone!" She shouted loudly. Her mother bear instinct as moving into action. Sonny began laughing from where she stood. She had seen this side of her mother before. This was the side of her that caused her to get a bit forceful when she wanted something.
Chad was apparently frightened by her antic. He handed over the phone promptly. "Now I see where Sonny gets it from."
"Thank you." Mrs. Munroe was back to her old cheerful self. She pressed send twice calling back the last number, which was his house. She told the person who answered that he would be staying over at their apartment for the night and would back the next morning.
Once she hung up, she handed the phone back to Chad. "Thank you. I didn't mean to go all "mother bear", as Sonny calls it, but drastic times call for drastic measures." She smiled.
Chad heaved for second, feeling another wave of sickness coming on. He really had a weak stomach. His grip around his tummy was tightening.
"It's fine." He crinkled his face in pain as he held the nausea back. "Now if you don't mind, I'll be in your bathroom." He rushed off into bathroom. "What happened in here!?" He shouted from inside.
Grady and Nico glanced at each other, their expressions where ones of all knowing. Sonny raised an eyebrow at them. There were things she just didn't want to know, and this happened to be one of them. But, regrettably, she was going to find out when she had to go clean the bathroom. She shuddered at the thought.
Luckily before Nico and Grady could explain what had happened, Mrs. Munroe decided it was time to get them all home.
"Alright, kiddies. Grab you designated barf bucket, and follow me to the mini-van." She gestured with her hand to move out. Tawni, who was being led around the room by Hayden, Grady, Nico and Hayden did as they were told. Each of them waving to Sonny – except for Tawni, who waved the wall instead of Sonny -- and telling her good-bye before leaving the apartment.
Sonny's mother hugged her and kissed her forehead. "I'll be back soon. See you then." She shuffled through her purse for her keys. "Oh great. I lost my keys." Sonny noticed them on the table and handed them to her.
"Here you go, mom." Sonny said while handing her them. "See you later. Love you."
"Love you too, sweetie." She was about to walk through the threshold of their newly damaged door, when she spun about face. "Oh, and could you go check on him in the bathroom. Please make sure he isn't sneaking through the window to escape. Thank you. Bye." Mrs. Munroe hurried out the door and down the hallway.
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Author's Note: Thank you for reading. :D The second part will be up soon. It's a bit shorter, but it's got Sonny/Chad, so that makes up for it in my book.