A/N: So I'm glad you guys liked it! I recieved a review from Forever .Time (srry I missed a . but otherwise i couldn't write it) that said that one of her stories (Fly Me To The Moon) mentioned the plotline of this story. I decided to go read the story and I have to say it was an amazing story. Sadly it only has about 1 review, so I am asking you guys as readers of this story to read and review Fly Me To The Moon because I really love that story! :) See you at the bottom!
Disclaimer: I don't own SWAC, if you thought I did well..sorry, and I don't own My Name is Earl..in fact I've only seen like 6 episodes!
I walked into the Commissary slowly. I was in a really bad mood. See I just had to 'make ammends' with Martha, which didn't go so great. She resisted the Chad, and she even slapped me!
"Hey Chad! So how'd things go with Martha? Did she like the flowers? Did you video tape it like I asked?" Sonny asked, bouncing up and down with excitement.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Calm down, Munroe," I whispered, "Anyway it went horrible. She slapped me when I offered her the flowers. Then when I told her I'd arranged a blind date for her, considering I skipped out on our date, she yelled and called me things I don't want to repeat."
Sonny's perkiness didn't disapear. "So.." she said expectantly.
"So," I mimicked.
"So, did you video tape it?" she asked.
Honestly this girl just can't be upset can she? I mean, she just heard that Chad Dylan Cooper got slapped, and she's still bouncing! Don't get me wrong, it's cute and all, but this chick needs to stop being so..so..so sunny! I can't deal with her being so damn hyper all the time. But the hyper is really cute, who am I kidding Sonny's always cute! Not that I like her..I just..think she's cute..and care about her..that doesn't mean I like her. Well...nah it can't mean that!
"No, Princess Sonny, I did not," I answered mockingly.
"But, but I told you too! Now how am I supposed to know what you did wrong?" she complained.
"Well how do you know it was me. Maybe it was Martha? Maybe it was you!" I yelled pointing a finger at her.
"Me, how could it have possibley been me?" she asked, just as loud as I had.
"Because you always screw up everything Munroe! ALWAYS!" I screamed in her face.
She crossed her arms and sat down, without saying a word back. Right at that exact moment, all her Sonny-ness had vanished, and it was my fault. I felt a huge weight over me, and I couldn't help but start to tear up thinking about what I had just done to the sweetest girl in the whole studio. I waved a hand in front of her face, I yelled in her ear. I apologized, I tried everything! She still wouldn't speak to me.
Instead of arguing I walked away, but not to my dressing room, to her dressing room. I had a plan to get Sonny talking again, a plan that involved a list. This list involved girls, girls that I had wronged, and this list was inspired by one certain girl. This one girl, was right at the top of my list, but the only way to fix things with her. Was to fix things with everyone else first.
I stuffed the list roughly into my pocket and headed out the door, towards the set of Teen Icon. Or more specific, the dressing room of a one Martha Kazdoy.
I knocked lightly on the door, no response. I tried opening the door, locked.
"Aw man. How do I fix things with a girl if I can't even talk to her?" I yelled frustrated.
"Chad, just what are you doing here? I thought I made it very clear-" Martha ranted, I cut her off with a very short kiss.
"Look Martha, I get that you don't want to ever talk to me again, but I need something from you," I pleaded.
She crossed her arms and shook her head. "I don't have time for games, but what do you need?" she asked.
"Forgiveness. I never should have stood you up, truth is I chickened out. I just didn't want to mess up our friendship, the one we'd had for years. But in the end I think that's all I did," I sighed.
To tell you the truth, what I just said wasn't a lie. See Martha and I had been friends since our first audition for the Goody Gang. I was Woody Goody, and she was Hazel Goody. No relation.
"Awww how sweet Chad," she cooed, "Why?"
"What?" I asked.
"Why do you really want my forgiveness. I know you well enough to know that's not the real reason, or at least, not all of it," she explained.
I took a deep breathe, preparing to admit something to Martha that I hadn't even admitted to myself yet. "I like a girl, and I screwed up with her. The only way I can make things right with her is if I make things right with other girls I've hurt first, and I really do miss calling you my best friend," I admitted shyly, staring at the ground.
She put a hand on my shoulder, a sincere smile on her face. "If you need any help, just give me a call, best buddy," she said.
I felt a huge relief in my chest and the urge to hug her. So I did. She hugged me back and we stood there. Just like that. For what seemed like a decade. "I missed you, best buddy. But I have to get going, I got a whole list on here," I said.
She nodded understandingly. As I was walking away I heard a yell. "Who's the girl?"
"Sonny Munroe," I said with a smile, "Sonny Munroe." I repeated it one last time, quieter to myself.
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