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Hello. My name is Catherine. The girl that just talked to you is... I forgot her name- just kiddin'. That's Tavia. Uhm.. there's nothing much to say now, gosh! You took everything. Gr.
The Bucket List
Sonny
I read over the script again, still not comprehending what I had read. My mind was in other places today, places I definitely didn't want to be. I shook my head, my focus going back to the stapled pieces of paper in my hand. I carefully read the bold letters at the top of the papers- Check It Out Girls, then Sicky Vicky.
"Check out my script totally not distracting me." I muttered to myself, turning the pages. I opened my mouth to say one of the lines-
"Check out the Random talking to herself..." I jumped in my seat before glaring at the jerk leaning on Tawni's door-frame.
"Look, Chad, I'm really not in the mood for this right now- so just go back to where-ever you're supposed to be and leave me alone!" I snapped, spinning around in my seat and going back to my script.
"So, that means I have to stay…" He said slowly walking into the room, before making himself comfortable on the couch; I bit my tongue as I watched him prop his feet-up on the couch. "Hmm… I thought you would have been in a better mood after blowing off work yesterday, you know?" He muttered, raising his eyebrows and picking-up a few letters of fan-mail and glancing over them.
"You know what, Chad?!" I shouted, throwing my scripts on the floor as I got up and stomped over to him. "I didn't 'blow-off' work yesterday! Unlike some people, I take my job seriously! I had something very important that I had to do! Now, GET OUT!" I screamed, snatching the fan-mail out of his hands and tossing it off toward the side of the room. "Now!"
"Geez, Munroe, someone's being a diva today..." he rolled his eyes, picking-up another handful of fan-mail that was lying on the arm of the couch, and sifting through it. His eyebrow moving slightly upward every few letters.
"Oh no, Chad! Your PFS is coming back!"
"Wh- What?" Before he had the chance to say another word, I picked-up a pillow from the couch and began to beat him with it furiously. "Ow- So- Sto-" Muffled shouts and screams were cut short by various pillow hits. "Watch th- hair!" He shouted, leaning back and forth, avoiding the pillow. I hit him on the side of his head as hard as I could.
Putting up his arms in defense, he tried so block my hits. This only caused me to put more energy in a blow to his head. As, I tried to pull back the pillow, it refused to move; I tugged at it harder, only causing my fingers to slip from the cloth they gripped. I lunged forward to grab the pillow again, but it had already been thrown across the room, to hit the wall with a thud and drop to the floor.
"Hey! I was using that!" I whined, glaring at him before quickly glancing across the room to the pillow lying on the floor, wondering if I could get to it and pick it up before he could stop me. Taking one final glare at him, I shifted my weight to my right foot and prepared to dash across the room. As soon as my foot had taken a step forward, I felt myself being pulled back.
Turning to look at the part of my body which had been holding me back, I glared at the foreign item holding me by the wrist; I followed the hand, to an arm- the arm of a certain jerk who was standing next to me, looking down at me with soft, happy eyes that, any other time, would have made my heart melt, but right now just made me want to hit him harder for trying to use it on me.
I pulled my arm towards me, forcefully, but his grasp didn't weaken. Swinging my other arm around to smack him away and free myself, he caught me by that wrist too. He spun me around to face him, so that we were less tangled.
"Sonny," He looked down at me with that stupid expression still on his face. "calm down." he whispered through a smile.
I shook crazily, trying to break-free from him again. Fail- he grabbed both my wrists in one hand and gently pushed me down onto the couch with the other. I moved back and forth, trying to shake his hands off me.
"Sonny," I shook again, "Sonny!" He moved his hands so that one rested on each of my shoulders, "Deep breaths, okay? Deep breaths." I rolled my eyes and looked over to the wall, avoiding his gaze. His face leaned in so that it was inches away from mine, his eyes scanning my face as my eyes met his again for a moment. "Breathe in." He said softly, staring at me expectantly. Suddenly becoming uncomfortable, my eyes looked everywhere but at him. Realizing he wasn't giving-up, I breathed in deeply and met him with a sarcastic smile. "Breathe out." Was he serious?! I breathed out with a quick huff. "Breathe in." I met his beauti- blue- his blue eyes, with a look of boredom, as I drew in another breath. "Breathe out." My breath slowly came out in a sigh as I probed his eyes, they really were a deep shade of blue up-close. "Better?" My head snapped-up to see him standing back up and leaning against the couch. I blinked and shook my head for a moment, trying to clear my mind.
"Y- yeah." I smiled quickly, closing my eyes. Taking another deep breath, my eyes fluttered open again. My head snapped to the side and my eyes searched the room, noticing Chad wasn't beside me anymore. I searched the room again, before leaning down to pick-up my scripts from the floor and walking over to the wall grabbing the pillow. I drug it back over to the couch and fluffed it, before sighing and laying down and scanning through my script.
Chad
"Better?" I said, slowly taking my hands off her shoulders and standing up. She looked as if I'd caught her off-guard, as I leaned against the couch. What was up with her today?
"Y-yeah." She mumbled back, before closing her eyes. For a moment, she looked peaceful. I guess I should leave while I have the chance to get out on her good side… Taking one last look at her, I turned and walked out of the room.
I scuffed my foot on the floor and rubbed my arm as I began down the hallway to the cafeteria. Why was Sonny being so un-Sonny today? I mean, we fight- sure! But, she never gets that mad. We frenimies- or at least I think that's what they call it… Our fights are just our way of being friends… why'd this one get so serious?
I sighed as I walked over to the fro-yo machine. Picking-up a small Styrofoam bowl, I looked over today's selection: boring, boring, boring with strawberry… Oh! There's something delicious. Watching the delicious Chad-colate fro-yo slowly swirl to fill the bowl, I let my mind blank. The steady click-clack of Barbie shoes interrupted my relaxing blankness, as she came waltzing into the room- with the scary Random following her. I found myself leaving the machine, letting the bowl overfill. Maybe they know… Inching closer to the two, I caught part of their conversation.
"And she was all like, 'Tawni, I had a cold!' and stuff, and started yelling at me! She even started picking up the pillows and throwing them at me until I left!" She said, flattening her skirt with her hands. "She's vicious!" She whispered with wide eyes.
Wait- what? Sonny had to be lying to someone. She told Barbie that she only had a cold, but she told me, and I quote, "I had something very important to do yesterday! I take my work seriously unlike some people!" Really, Sonny, really? No one lies to Chad Dylan Cooper.
Grabbing a few napkins and my fro-yo, I slowly stepped closer to the Randoms. Trying my hardest not to make it obvious (which isn't hard, considering I'm the greatest actor of our generation) as I inched closer, allowing myself to hear them better.
"Psh! She had a cold?!" The little random screeched. "Then how does she not have a cold today?!" Sitting down, she pounded her fists on the table, "Zora doesn't do good with not knowing…" She scowled. I inched a bit closer, if I knew drama- it was about to get quieter. "Tawni…" She attempted puppy eyes, as her voice became that of a six year old, "Where did you and Sonny hide the screwdriver…?"
"Zora… you think that I had any part in that? I'm the good big sister figure!" She flipped her hair and filed her nails as I shuffled closer. Returning her file to her purse, she sighed and pulled-out a single screw driver. "Here you go… but only for spying on Sonny!"
"Alright," She lowered her voice, looking around the cafeteria, but not behind them. "But, between you and me," she whispered, "something fishy's going on. I can feel the evil- and the lies."
"And I-" Barbie paused, "I can feel people watching me!" She shrieked, turning around. "Chad!" She screamed, "Wh- How- How long have you been there?!"
"Uh… I… I wasn't listening!" Frantically searching the room, I took one last look at my delicious Chad-colate, before launching my only weapon at the Randoms. My vision blurred as I dove to the ground, flipping and rolling out of the cafeteria.
"Why does everyone hate me?!" I heard Barbie gasp. Taking one last look in the cafeteria, I saw Barbie slinging the delicious fro-yo off her face and onto the tile floor.
No one keeps secrets from Chad Dylan Cooper- especially Sonny Munroe! And at that, I knew what I was doing tonight.
Hi there! This is Catherine! I can't believe you made it to the end of the rainb- I mean story! So, you see that button down there? It's a leprecha- I mean review button. Yeah. Press it. Or- I'll stab you a pencil. Just kidding. But if you don't- no cake for you. HAHAH! TAKE THAT TAVIA! I GOT THE FIRST LAST… thing. Oh yeah, we still need a disease, no cure, that isn't cancer or any type of STD. Thanks!
