I'm SOOOOOOOOOO sorry I said it would be out Tuesday and it wasn't! :'( Oh well, it's here now! :) enjoy!
I wake up and look around. I'm not in my room. I'm in the hospital. Maybe all of this was a dream! I look beside me to see…Chad. He's still alive, still well, the machine counting his heartbeats…beep, beep, beep…all seems fine. He still has all the cuts and bruises, but he's OK! Chad's alive, and I've never felt happier!
"Chad?" I ask. No response. "I guess you're still in your coma, right?" Nothing.
"Yeah, I thought so. Listen, Chad. I'm sorry for everything. I'm just so happy to see that you're alive and OK! …Please, Chad. Wake up!" No response.
"PLEASE! Chad, I need you!" I collapse on the floor, crying. My gasps come in long, pain-filled moments and I can't choke back the tears any longer. My sobs are suddenly interrupted by a pain-filled cry of my name.
"S-S-on-ny?"
My heart skips a beat.
"S-on-Sonny?"
"Hello?" I look around. No-one's here, apart from me and…
"Chad?" I look on his bed to see his hand move a little, and then he groans. I look at his eyes, which flicker before staying half-open.
"S-Sonny?" He says. "Is that you? What's going on? Where are we?"
"It's OK, Chad, it's me" I say, "We're in the hospital, but you're OK!"
"H-hospital?" He asks, still really weak, "But…wh-what happened?"
I sigh, "After you left my apartment, you got in a car crash. But still, you're OK!" I run to the door and look outside to see the doctor walking this way, "He's OK!" I shout to him, and he tells me to hold on, he's on his way.
I walk back into the room to see Chad moaning and moving about. He looks weakly at me, and says, "So-nny…Sonny, I'm scared."
I never thought I'd hear Chad Dylan Cooper admit this, but I try to stay brave for the both of us and put on a smile. "It's OK." I say, "The doctor's on his way, you'll be fine!"
"So-nny," He moans, looking weak and pain-filled. "I need you to pro-promise so-something."
"Yes?" I say.
He looks at me; he really has something on his mind. "Promise me you won't l-leave until I'm OK again."
I feel a lazy tear roll down my cheek, but I brush it away, put on my happiest smile and say, "I will. I promise."
"So-son-ny…" He groans, his eyes flickering again, just as the doctor enters. By the time he gets over to the bed, Chad's asleep again.
Nine hours later, and I'm now sat outside Chad's room. I have been for the last eight and a half hours now, waiting to hear news that Chad's OK. My Mom arrive a few hours back to see if I was OK, and we're the only ones still here. Chad's parents had to get home to see his aunt and uncle arrive, the Mackenzie Falls cast left so they could have some sleep before filming tomorrow-it's a surprise they haven't cancelled it. Chad's Mom left me with his journal though, and I've probably read each page about 10 times. I can't stop though, it's so sweet what he's put, and I don't have it in me to hate him anymore. He doesn't deserve it.
I read some newer pages: Journal, Sonny was really upset today when Gassie the Farting Dog past away today. I know-ridiculous (the farting dog bit). But still, if Sonny was sad about it, I'm sad about it. I just told her I'd help organise Gassie's memorial for tomorrow, but only to make her happy. Plus, maybe it'll get a little publicity! Oh wait-funeral. I have to be sad. It's tragic…and maybe Sonny will like me more!
I watched Sonny sing on So Random today-no, I was not watching So Random! Someone told me about it-she was amazing! Me, Myself and Time…it was an awesome song! It's inspired me to write a few…
Sonny's got us on a stupid camping trip with her cast and mine. Whoo-hoo. Trees, mud, no indoor heating. What could be better? A lot, believe me. Whoever said outdoors is good for you needs a whacking. Why am I putting up with it? The same reason I've started writing songs, the same reason I now hate SPS on my Flitter page, the same reason I never want to kiss a pig again-Sonny.
Sonny's messed up a lot recently, the old people sketch, the gum thing, sure I've had some problems-with the bad-hair dayand my Safari Bar being evil-but if Sonny's taught me anything, it's to be good to others. So I'm gonna make it better. I'm gonna go see her tonight, see if she's OK…
I look to the date and see it was yesterday's and I'm shocked. Chad's way to make me happy turned into an argument. And that turned into this…oops. I now hope-more than ever-that he turns out OK.
At about 3 in the morning, Mom got a text from my aunt saying she's arrived from Wisconsin, so she goes home to meet her, leaving me outside Chad's room on my own.
At 8 in the morning, the doctor comes out of Chad's room. It's a different doctor, because the other's shift was over. Dr. Smith is his name.
"How's he doing?" I ask.
"Well, he's woken up, and we can operate on him soon." He says. "But he wants to talk to you first."
"…Me?" I ask, and he nods.
I enter Chad's room, and he looks much better. His face looks less pale, his eyes are wider and this time, he's smiling. He's really improved.
"Hey, Munroe," He smiles, and I walk closer.
"Hey," I say, "You're looking better."
"Oh, my looks are still there?" He asks arrogantly, "Sweet!"
I roll my eyes, but still, it's good to see he's back…kinda. His expression changes and he goes on.
"Sonny, I need to apologise to you, I've been such a jerk…"
"No," I interrupt. "I need to apologise to you. This is all my fault. I'm the jerk, not you."
He smiles smugly, "Ooh, so you're the bad guy now, Munroe?" I roll my eyes and want to whack him, but I remember his condition and smile instead.
"So, can you do the operation now?" I ask Dr. Smith.
"Mr Cooper?" He asks Chad, who smiles and nods.
"Bring it on."
Dr Smith brings out a needle that I can see scares Chad. I turn him to face me so he doesn't see the thing sunk into his precious skin. He groans when I do so, and I realise I must have hurt him.
"Oh, Chad, I'm so sorry!" I say, but he smiles.
"It's OK." He says, "You're worth the pain."
Dr Smith carries on with the process, Chad groaning a few times in pain. But, of course, he insists that Chad Dylan Cooper fears nothing…maybe…
All through it, I'm there to comfort him. "You know, Sonny." He says, "You don't have to stay anymore."
"I know," I say, "I'm doing it because I want to." I look to where his battered, scarred hand is holding mine, and I say, "Um, you know you don't have to hold me like that."
"I know," He says, mimicking me, "I'm doing it because I want to."
I smile at this as Dr Smith says, "Well, the anaesthetic I gave you earlier should kick in soon…"
"It is," Chad says, looking drowsy, "I'm feeling sleepy." He looks to see me wipe a tear from my eye and he says, "Sonny, I want to tell you something, in case I don't make it."
"Um, you're gonna live, you know that?" I say, and he nods.
"True," He says, getting drowsier. "But I want to…say…I…I…I love…"
"You love?" I ask, and his eyes start to flicker.
"I love…" He falls asleep at that moment, leaving me clueless.
I mean, sure, I'm not expecting much. It'll be the SPS thing all over again, and I'm not ready for that. Although…maybe after what I've read today…
Dr Smith interrupts my thoughts, "Um, Miss Munroe,"
"Please," I say, "Call me Sonny."
"Sonny," He continues, "This is going to be the gory part-that's why Chad is now asleep. We need him to be. Do you still want to stay?"
"I promised him I'd stay until he's better." I insist.
"Sonny, I think you've done your job," He tells me, "Chad is almost back to himself, I mean, look, you're the only person left here. I think it will be fine if you go home now."
I sigh, and at that moment I get a text:
Where r u, Sonny? We're starting rehearsal any minute now, u need 2 get down here! Tawni xxx
Of course, they don't know what's been going on. They don't know what happened to Chad, they don't know any of it. But, of course, I gotta go there anyway, I could get fired if I don't.
"I've gotta go anyway, Doc, thanks for everything," I say, "He'll be OK, right?"
"He'll be fine," He assures me. "Go ahead to your job."
I smile, blowing Chad an air-kiss, before leaving the hospital to explain to everyone what happened.
"Where have you been?" An angry Tawni asks me as I arrive 30 minutes late.
"Yeah, Sonny," Nico says, "You're never late. What happened?"
"Well, you're not gonna believe this," I say, "But, Chad got in a car crash."
I see their faces light up (I know that sounds mean, but of course, rivalry. And they have no clue what happened, or about, um…the journal…), and I continue, "Guys, it's really serious. He almost died."
"What?" They yell.
"Is he OK now?" Tawni asks.
"They're operating on him now." I say, "He'll be OK."
"Wait," Nico says, "How come YOU were down there?"
"Because…" I panic. My friends won't like the idea of me and Chad together. "Because…I got a call, and I wanted to see if he was OK. That's all."
"Sonny, we know that's not all," Zora sighs, "Tell us what really happened there."
I sigh. Then realise I still have Chad's journal. I fish it out and read a page to them:
Sonny's messed up a lot recently, the old people sketch, the gum thing, sure I've had some problems-with the hair thing and my Safari Bar being evil (Tawni and Nico laugh at that-I know what happened)-but if Sonny's taught me anything, it's to be good to others. So I'm gonna make it better. I'm gonna go see her tonight, see if she's OK…
"And what does this mean?" Nico asks.
"Guys, he was gonna be nice to me," I say, and they shake their heads in disagreement.
"I doubt that," Tawni sighs.
I turn back a few pages to the fake date bit.
Today, I truly fell for Sonny Munroe. Yeah, I know it's crazy, but it was amazing! She asked me to be her fake date! Sure, it was fake, but here's the good part! She picked me to fake-date, no-one else. That has to be a sign, right? And here's the best bit! She kissed me! Well, kinda, she covered my mouth with her hand, and it was fake, but still! I'm so happy! I've never felt this way. I guess I really like Sonny-but I can't tell her that. We're rivals, we can't like each other. Hey, stranger things have happened…
I see my cast with their mouths open, shocked.
"It doesn't say that, does it?" Zora says, running over and reading it over, checking. "…It does…" My cast are speechless, and I smile.
"See? Chad really likes me," I say.
"Yeah," Grady laughs, "But it's not like you like him back!" They laugh, but notice my serious face and their expression changes.
"You like him, don't you?" Tawni asks sadly, and I nod.
"I'm sorry, guys," I say, "I just don't have it in me to hate him anymore."
They all sigh, "We understand," Tawni says.
"You do?"
"Yeah," Zora says.
"We don't like it…" Nico admits.
"But if you're happy, we'll try to be too." Grady says.
I grin at this support, "Thanks, guys," I say as I pull them into a group hug, and even Tawni seems to enjoy it.
4 weeks go by, and I hear nothing from Chad. He got out of hospital 2 weeks ago, so he's obviously resting. But surely he can call me, text me, anything? I'm lying in the prop house, bored and worried about Chad. Is he OK? How did the operation go? When will he be back?
Just then, my last question is answered, as I hear clicking on the lino floor outside…click, click, click…It sounds like…crutches…
"Chad?" He hobbles into the prop house, casts all over him, but of course, the smile is still there, still bright, still amazing, topped with those sapphire eyes…and this is a guy I haven't seen walking since he left my house that night with a scowl on his face.
"Yep, it's me," He smiles.
"Chad, what are you doing here? I mean, I'm glad to see you, but you should be resting."
"I've been resting for 2 weeks now, Sonny. I'm bored." He insists.
"So, why are you at "Chuckle City"?" I say, using his nickname for us.
"To see m'lady," He smiles.
"What?" I say, "Your lady?" I shocked. No-ones given me a nickname since "Sonny" was invented by my friend Lucy in 3rd grade. And especially not a guy who's secretly liked me but pretended to hate me for a whole year. Maybe he is a good actor…
"Do you like it?" He asks, "I think it's pretty cool, but if you don't like it…"
"No," I smile, "It's adorable…" He smiles at my comment, then sighs.
"Sonny, I'm so sorry about everything I've put you through…and not just this month, but before that too. I was always such a jerk to you, but I never meant any of it, seriously."
"I know," I smile.
"How?"
"Your Mom showed me your journal," I say, grabbing it from the table nearby and he seems shocked.
"You read my journal?" He yells, "Really, Sonny? Really?"
"Sorry," I say and he smiles, "It's really sweet what you put, though. I liked it."
He sighs, "It's doesn't matter anyway," He says, "I'm not worthy of someone as terrific as you."
I smile at this, but know it's not true, "Chad. You've spent a whole year crushing on me." I say, "I honestly don't care if you've been a jerk to me, it was all an act, right?"
He shrugs nervously, "Mostly…"
I whack him softly on the arm for this and he pretends to be hurt, which causes him to actually get hurt.
"Sorry!" I say, "Here, sit down…" I sit him on the couch and flop down next to him, and he smiles.
"Almost perfect," He says, before moving a little closer to me, "There." He says, "Perfect."
"Uh, you're a little close, aren't you?" I ask, and he laughs.
"Too close?" He says, "Then I'll move further away…" He gets off the couch and hobbles off, leaving me confused.
"Chad!" I yell after him, but he doesn't come back. Suddenly…
moo…moo…moo…
"Hello?" I answer my phone with a sigh.
"Did I get ya?" Chad's arrogant voice asks, and I smile.
"Yep," I say, "So, what next?"
"I'll call you sometime, when I'm ready." Chad says, and hangs up.
The thing is, it seems Chad will never be ready. Two weeks pass, and I hear nothing from him. I start to get so desperate, I follow him on all the social websites just to see what's going on. I never get a call, no texts, no nothing. Not even a bouquet of flowers with a note saying, "Hey, m'lady. I'll see you soon, hope you like the flowers. The one and only Chad Dylan Cooper," And, I don't really care how egoistic it sounds. Just if he could send something…anything? Nope. By Sunday that week, I've almost given up.
I look on Chad's Facebook page, where the status says, "Hey CDC fans. Got casts off now and can finally work again! " Yet there's no mention of me. I know; I'm starting to sound like Tawni. I sigh as I put away my phone. I guess Chad's forgotten me…
At that moment, a guy comes in with a delivery.
"What's this?" I ask him.
"It's for you." He replies, leaving me with the package. It's a small parcel, with a note attached. I read the note and smile in confusion.
I arrive at a small room at the back of the studio, between Mackenzie Falls and So Random. It's an office, I've been in here a lot, but it looks way different. There's a table in the middle, and two chairs, and the table is sprinkled with rose petals. Then, something I haven't seen in ages comes out of the door in the back-Chad…stood on his own!
"Wow!" I smile, "I never thought I'd see you like this again!"
"Yeah, well, miracles happen, Sonny," He smiles, "And not just me surviving, but you staying. I'm amazed you did that; I don't think I'd have healed without you."
"That's not true…"
"Yes, Sonny." He insists, "It IS true, we both know that. I'm nothing without you."
"Are you kidding?" I say, "You're Chad Dylan Cooper! You don't need any old girl to complete you!"
"True," He says, "But you're not just any old girl. You're Sonny Munroe."
I smile at this, and Chad pulls out one of the chairs.
"M'lady," He says, and I grin and sit in the chair.
The next morning, I smile as I think back to last night. And to think, a car crash brought us together…weird, but still, it's a true love.
"Hey, m'lady," Chad says as he enters the prop house, kissing me on the head and making me blush and my cast groan. It's OK, they're OK with it….kinda. Oh well, they don't own me.
"So, wanna go out tonight?" Chad asks.
"Pick me up at 8?" I say.
"You got it," I smiles, winks and leaves.
OK, so Chad and I are completely different, like chalk and cheese (A/N:love that saying lol) Who cares? We still love each other, all because of a car crash and a journal…
Well, that's it! Hope you liked it, please show me you did by pressing that little button that makes my day...that's right, press it, review please! :)