Chapter 2 is up by demand. It took me a while to upload since I went camping. But whatever.
So HAPPY NEW YEAR to all!
If the time difference is different wherever you are, just know that in Australia we are in 2011!
R&R
Georgyya
Sonny POV
"Sonny, I dont like this song" Chad whined while I belted out the chorus to 'Sparks Fly" by Taylor Swift which was currently playing on his car radio. I sung even louder, just to make Chad angrier. He sighed and switched off the radio.
"Hey!" I said and smacked him playfully on the arm "I was listening to that"
And I turned the radio back on. I saw his grip tighten on the steering wheel.
He leaned over and switched it off again.
"Chad, leave it on!" And I switched it on again.
"Sonny, Taylor Swift isnt really my style" He switched the radio off again.
"Who cares about your style?" Switched on.
"Lots of people!" Switched off.
"Yeah? Like who?" On.
"My fans!" Off
"Pathetic" On.
"Fine, leave it on!" Chad yelled, trying to concentrate on the road infront of him.
"Fine, I will"
"Fine"
"Fine"
"Good"
"Good"
"Fine"
"Fine"
"So we're good?"
"Oh, we're so good" And for the rest of the trip we sat in silence, looking out the windsheild, with Taylor Swift playing through the speakers.
~C~H~A~N~N~Y~
As Chad opened the door to his mansion of a house, I studied the front yard. There were plants and bushes - carefuly trimmed - so tall and bushy that you couldnt see past them. The driveway was long and it circled to the front of the house so you could hop out of the car and be at the front door. Of course there was a garage - a 5 car garage. Once Chad got the door open, I wondered inside the long corridor. My mouth fell open at the sight before me. The floors were made of marble so shiny that I could see my reflection in them. The walls were filled with pictures of - from what I can guess - Chad's family. It said the name and the year below each painting. I went down the hallway, studying each painting and checking the year it was apinted. The oldest one was from 1786 which was a picture of a middle-aged man with eyes just as blue as Chad's and hair just as blonde and perfect as Chad's. I saw Chad watching me study this one painting with a smirk on his face. The person in the painting and Chad look so alike! Chad wondered over to me until he was a breath away.
"That was Chad Dylan Cooper of 1786. I was named after him because even when I was a newborn, I looked like him" he whispered in my ear. I felt shivers run down my spine.
"He was a great man. He worked on Broadway shows, and he was the best actor of his generation. Every girl wanted him and every buy wanted to be like him. It was my job to follow in his footsteps"
"Wow, that's amazing" I said.
"He was. But in July 1799, he met the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was also a broadway actor. She was in a play that played at the theatre where his play was playing. But Chad's cast hated her cast. And vice-versa. They were natural enemies and constantly fought. But they were in love with each other, they just didnt know it. They were forbidden from dating after they realised their love for each other. So they ran away to a small village. Here they got married and they lived for years until therre was an invasion in the village. They were both shot dead, and they lay on the floor, holding hands until their hearts stopped beating" Chad murmered. A tear trickled down my cheek. Chad wiped it away with his fingers as he gazed into my eyes.
So I left it cliff-hanger-y because my family came over and interupted my writing :P But I dont mind.
I know this chapter is kind of short, sorry, but the above excuse explains :)
Review or im not writing anymore :D
'Oh, he did NOT just call her bra' - CDC
SO FUNNY!
Georgyya
