A/N: Okay, so my sister and I finally got Demi's new CD! I'm still in the midst of waiting for Mitchel's new album, but I'll badger my parents in increments about it. Anyways, I got this idea while listening to Every Time I Lie [Track 7 on the CD :D] and I thought "Oooh, Channy" just because it was necessary and my mind is on a Channy roll. Anyways. Here we go!
Disclaimer: I don't own Channy, SWAC, or Every Time I Lie. It'd be awesome, but alas.
P.S. The POV isn't Sonny, Portlyn, or Tawni. It's just a previous ex-girlfriend of Chad's that appeared on Mackenzie Falls maybe once or twice. No one specific. :)
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Now you told me on a Sunday
That it wasn't gonna work
I tried to cry myself to sleep
'Cause it was supposed to hurt
We sat next to the fire
As the flame was burning out
I knew what you were thinking
Before you'd say it aloud
He had cornered me on a bright Sunday morning and the two of us sat on the set. He had taken my hand and sat me down on one of the couches next to the dwindling fire. I could almost hear his thoughts in my head. Or maybe it was so predictable what direction this conversation was going. Hell, I had known where the whole relationship was headed when I went into it.
"I don't think this is going to work," he told me indifferently, and I could almost see him thinking about her. Of course, I knew he was going to say that already. Last night, I had realized I had lost all hope of holding onto him and thought I should be sad. I should be crying. I couldn't find the tears. It didn't hurt me.
Don't say you're sorry
'Cause I'm not even breaking
You're not worth the time that this is taking
I knew better
Than to let you break my heart
This soul you'll never see again
Won't be showing scars
"I'm really sorry," he said, and suddenly he actually sounded sincere. I looked him straight in the eye and shook my head. I wasn't hurt. My heart wasn't breaking. I had no feeling at the moment. He had no reason to tell me he was sorry that our relationship was ending. It was doomed from the start. Maybe he didn't realize it, but I knew it all along. Something inside me told me not to get too attached to him. That he would break my heart if he did. So I was walking away from this unscathed, really.
You still love her
I can see it in your eyes
The truth is all that I can hear
Every time you lie
Every time you lie
Every time you lie
"I understand," I told him and he gave me a sheepish smile. "You don't want to be with me," I continued and he seemed to be surprised that I was okay with this. "You like her," I said and he seemed to know who I was talking about, even if all I did was give him a nod as I emphasized "her."
"I don't like her," he denied and I sighed. We'd had this conversation before. He was always denying it. She never seemed to realize that he acted like a child around her because he liked her. She simply thought he hated her.
"I've seen the way you look at her; I'm not as oblivious as she is," I told him and he narrowed his eyes.
"I don't like her. I just - don't like you that way, at least, not anymore," he explained and I had to hold back a laugh. He had never liked me that way. I knew that for a fact. I was simply a pretty girl to try and get his mind off of her.
I woke up the next morning
With a smile on my face
And a long list of gentlemen
Happy to take your place
Less trashier, much classier
Then who you prove to be
The next morning, I was amused. I had a nice dream that I had lines of men waiting for me to step out of the door so they could treat me like a princess. Who doesn't want that feeling, right? I realized that it was sort of true. Sure, they weren't standing outside my door, but I had a whole address book full of guys who would love to take me out on a date or something - even if I would forever be his ex-girlfriend. But these other guys were classier than him. Bigger stars, although he refused to admit it, and definitely more like gentlemen than he was - at least to me.
As much as I tried, I felt a slight pang of jealousy when I remembered how much he was such a gentleman when they weren't arguing. Stupid idiots.
How long's it gonna take before
You see that she's no me
Oh no
I knew better
Than to let you break my heart
This soul you'll never see again
Won't be showing scars
Oh no no
You still love her
I can see it in your eyes
The truth is all that I can hear
Every time you lie
I knew that one day, he would realize that I was better than her. Maybe he wouldn't now, but I knew that I was considered prettier. And I definitely didn't try to take his head off every time I saw him. And I wasn't starring in a rival show to the one he was the main character of, that was for sure. Oh well, his loss. Maybe he'd get lucky and I'd give him a second chance when he came around to his senses. Although, I knew that I was still hurt, but not heart-broken, about the break-up. He was rather handsome and could be sweet when he wanted. It just so happened that he never wanted to be sweet when he was around me.
Just her.
He denied it every time I brought it up, but every time, he lied.
At night, awake
I will be sleeping till morning breaks
That's the price you pay for your mistakes
Goodbye to cheating
I didn't stay awake last night. I went to sleep. I slept my eight hours a night. Happy to have no attachments to him any more. He was cheating fate, I knew, by trying to deny the spark the two of them had. I didn't want to be the one to tell him, but when he broke up with me, I had to tell him. Bluntly. I left no details out. It was the price he had to pay for cheating fate.
So don't say you're sorry
'Cause I'm not gonna listen
I knew better
Than to let you break my heart
This soul you'll never see again
Won't be showing scars
Oh no no
You still love her
I can see it in your eyes
The truth is all that I can hear
Every time you lie Oh
Every time you lie
Don't say you're sorry
Every time you lie
Don't say you're sorry
Oohh
The truth is all that I can hear
Everytime you lie
He told me he really was sorry that it didn't work out that day while we were shooting. But I shook my head, letting him know that I didn't really care. My heart wasn't broken. I wasn't hurt that he never really felt anything for me. I had no scars to show him; I don't know if that's what he wanted, but it's the truth.
"I understand," I told him, although, really, I didn't, as we stood in the middle of the cafeteria. "You still like her," I continued as he stared at me incredulously. I didn't want him to think I was going to be the jealous ex that everyone feared. No, I was going to be civil. I was going to tell him that yes, he, Chad Dylan Cooper, really did have feelings for her, Sonny Monroe.
"No, I don't," he lied, crossing his arms over his chest and standing firmly.
"Don't what?" her voice asked behind him and his eyes widened, and I could see there was a slight sparkle he tried to hide with a look of anger.
"It's none of your business, Monroe," he said icily, and I rolled me eyes as she started looking angry. Couldn't she tell he was faking the ice?
"Well, I'm sorry for trying to be friendly, Cooper," she replied, just as icily, and I had to wonder - was she faking it too?
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A/N: What did you guys think? Please review!
- Kalie