A/N: I felt like writing today because I felt like it… I was hyped up on Pepsi and Lays so here we go! Virtual hug to all of my readers! Sooo… I wrote this kinda early because I had got this idea during my Science Quarter Test and I kinda zoned out… Where am I going with this? IDK…
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own SWAC? No. But that is on my bucket list.
LAST TIME ON HIGH SCHOOL AGAIN….
I sat on my comfy couch and got comfortable before somebody came barging in.
"UGH! Who is it, NOW?"
Chad POV
"Um, Chad…" Portlyn, my co-star on Mackenzie Falls, said in a shocked tone. "Mr. Condor wants you! Don't upset him!"
Why would Mr. Condor want ME? That question running throughout my head. I'm after all his best actor. On his best show. Mackenzie Falls, #1 tween show on cable. My mouth flew right open. It stayed like that for a long time.
"Chad, close your mouth. Flies will come in… Now leave. He hates tardiness! GO!" Portlyn said getting out of her initial shock.
I jogged out, while my mind was getting a little out of control. Did I say little? I mean, A LOT! When I got there I saw a certain brunette in the seat in front of Mr. Condor… Here we go.
Sonny's POV
"Son-nay, wakey- wakey!" Tawni said a little too loud, she shone a flashlight in my eyes.
"It burns! My eyes!" I said crankily. "When you wake someone up you don't shine a light in their eyes. It just gets them mad at you." I said when I was fully awake.
"OK, Miss Cranky-Pants. But Mr. Condor wants you… He said something along the words of urgent, immediately, and now." Tawni said nonchalantly. "Somebody's get' ting fired! I get my own dressing room! Lalalala!" She said in a sing-song voice with some 90s dance moves.
"I'm just going to pretend I didn't hear that and leave." I said in a paranoid voice, while getting up to leave before I get fired.
"Don't ruin our show!" Tawni said in the distance. I rolled my eyes at her Tawni-ness.
When I got there, I was greeted by a grim looking Bill Condor, in all his glory.
Dear Lord, help me!
"HE WANTS A RAISE? FIRE HIM!" Mr. Condor yelled.
"You called for me?" I said in squeaky voice. He nodded his head with the same grim expression on his face. I started sweating a little bit. He seemed to notice and his expression, softened?
"Oh no, you don't think you're in trouble. No, the ratings went through the roof once you joined. You're here for a different reason." He said in a calm voice. That made me feel a little bit better. But what was the reason he sent me here?
"We are expecting company, but it seems he is late. Again. Sometimes I wish I could fire him… But he's the best actor we've had since the Jonas Brothers left us for Disney… Something about better pay raise!" Mr. Condor scoffed.
"Yes, sir. Why do you need me anyway? Can't you tell me?" I said.
"I don't like repeating myself, so when the other guest comes, I'll tell you." He said while checking his Blackberry Curve.
"Sonny?"
"Chad?"
"What is he doing here?"
"What is she doing here?"
Mr. Condor clearly looked annoyed.
"I sent you both here for a reason. And I will tell you." Mr. Condor said in a stern voice.
"And…" Chad said in an annoyed tone. He instantly regretted it. I smirked at this.
"As I was saying, before I got rudely interrupted… I have heard complaints from the other shows at this studio about you two." He glared briefly, then continued. "I've heard complaints about screaming, arguing, and one from a mad blonde that you two 'can't shut up.' That means less and less concentration around here. That means less work done. So, I need to do something tragic."
"No, sir!" Chad said in a quiet tone.
"Mr. Cooper, your cast mates and I have had enough! You two are going to Ms. Monroe's old high school in Middleton, Wisconsin for the entire school year. And that is final! We've already arranged it. You two will be staying in an apartment together and by yourselves, so that you can learn to cooperate. All of your necessities all already taken care of, but when they run out you are required to get new ones. I expect you both will be responsible. OK?" Mr. Condor said while sticking his Bluetooth in his ear. "Got it?"
We both couldn't answer because our mouths were wide open. I loved my town, but I hated that school. The queen bees and jocks were total jerks, but Chad and I in an apartment by ourselves? Is Mr. Condor drunk or something? Oh, crap. And Chad being responsible. That's like asking a cow not to pee. Impossible. Or maybe not. Wisconsin is almost different world to Los Angeles. Get ready to be with the king of Jerkville for a school year. Whoopee.
A/N: How was it? C'mon tell me I can brace it. Or not. Review! BTW, thanks for the reviews on the last chapter!
