A/N: HERRO! New chapter so soon, I know. I couldn't resist, I love where the story is going. It's going to have more than just romance. Maybe some suspense and adventure and mystery. You'll just have to keep reading to find out! Thanks for all the nice reviews! :) They really made my morning. –JEY (=
P.S. I don't own anything, so in case you didn't know that, (surprise, surprise) you do now! Tenk you :) I can stop writing that now teheh.
Sonny's POV
I brushed my hair in the crowded Chicago airport bathroom, and wiped the slight mascara crusting at the sides of my eyes. I couldn't believe I'd turned 21 yesterday. I still felt like the kid I used to be back in the day in small town Appleton, Wisconsin. Kid at heart, like they say I believe. I mean, I'd just graduated high school 2 years ago, and then moved over to work in the fashion and music industries. My mom said I worked too hard, and I guess she was right.
I should probably go out and party more with all my NYU friends, since most of my high school buds had all stayed in Wisconsin. I, being out of the lucky few had made it out of our little town and am now in New York City with full scholarship at NYU where I'm studying fashion/fashion journalism and minoring in music. I have an elite internship with Vera Wang, and my passion for music has never died out. I still play concerts here and there, but when college rolled around, I had to choose between my two loves; fashion and music. Fashion won.
I guess you could say I'm pretty lucky to be living such a nice life for a girl from Nowhere, Wisconsin. I'm still so grateful for my mom who helped me overcome my teenage drama and all the support and financial aid I got. And yes, I'm extremely lucky to be carrying this limited edition Prada, a complimentary gift I'd received from Prada itself.
Right now I was headed out to Los Angeles, to start off my summer there. My mom was in New York with her fiancée, and she was happier than ever to have a man in her life again after the divorce, 9 years ago. Her fiancée had helped me get started with this one studio in Hollywood, where I had an internship. I could put both my music and fashion skills to test there, although it was mainly an entertainment business kinda thing.
I was kinda excited and saddened to work in the showbiz department. Excited, because who doesn't wanna experience Hollywood, right? It was all like a thrill shooting down my spine. So much fashion in L.A.! So much talent! I knew I was going to have an amazing summer already, just thinking about it all.
Saddened, because there was one guy who I'd thrown my heart out to, and had basically crushed it to go to Hollywood and make it big. And yeah, he'd become huge. I hadn't heard from him in almost 5 ½ years now. It hurt everyday to see Chad Dylan Cooper's face plastered on those billboards, and my friends gossiping about how 'hot he was' or how much of a freaking big jerk he'd become. Yes, sadly my ex-best friend was now the biggest jerk in Southern California, if not in America itself. Anyways, moving on.
I had a boyfriend now. His name was Eduardo. He was cute, smart, funny, and was into design. Plus he had an amazing Italian accent that was super sexy. Yum. Sadly, he was in Europe right now, vacationing with his parents. Yeah he's a cutie :) I was just focused right now on getting onto my plane to L.A. and living my life. I heard my cow-pattern studded phone buzzing, with Taio Cruz's Dynamite, signaling I had a text.
I wanna celebrate and live my life,
Saying ay-oh, baby let's go.
Cause we gon rock this club,
We gon' go all night,
We gon' light it up,
Like it's dynamite.
Wow, perfect timing. I opened up my iPhone and checked the screen. It was from Eduardo!
From: Eduardo
Msg: babe I really miss u ): I'm in paris, the city of love, and I don't have my girlfriend w/ me ): can't wait to come back from europe and visit u in la! :) don't have too much fun without me!
I smiled, and quickly texted back a reply. Eduardo wasn't the kind of guy who made me go 'heart palpitation city' like Chad used to. But I wouldn't know, because I was only 14 then. Eduardo was comfortable, and maybe that's how relationships should be. Maybe that's how SUCCESSFUL relationships worked out. I sighed and quickly dragged my suitcase, walking towards my gate. When I got there, boarding had started so I walked towards the line immediately.
I just hoped this summer wouldn't turn out to be some huge misjudgment. I wanted to just live a little, and just party. Maybe get a massage or two, to relax out all the knots. Spend some time with my boyfriend. And meet some great new people, all with the fantastic L.A. surrounding me. It sounded so great, that I just couldn't wait to board my flight and get the heck out into the City of Angels.
As I got out into LAX, I blew out a huge sigh of relief. I was finally here. Didn't people say anything could happen in L.A.? That the possibilities were inevitable? Well that's exactly what I was looking for. I needed to get a taxi, and get the heck out and get to my hotel. I needed to be at work by 3PM and it was 10 AM already. I quickly grabbed my luggage and headed to the arrivals. The party was on. :D
My hotel room didn't even deserve to be called a hotel room. It was more like a suite. If this was this extravagant, I wondered what the ACTUAL suites looked like. Good thing the company was paying for everything that the wonderful Four Seasons offered. Thank god, I would not be able to afford all of this.
I sighed, and flopped onto my amazingly fluffy bed. I quickly remembered that I'd just done my hair, and readjusted myself. I was wearing a bubble hem, short sleeved shirtdress that I'd actually designed myself. I hope it didn't look too janky. My hair was just freshly washed, and blow-dried with the slightest hint of makeup shimmering on my face. I guess I was ready; I mean I wasn't dressing to impress a guy or anything, so this outfit should do.
My taxi was waiting outside, and I was pretty sure I'd seen Hilary Duff and Nick Zano in the elevator with me. Hmmm. Was that Halle Berry? And did she just check out my dress? I was about to screech, when I realized I'd tripped over a rug in the lobby. THAT was why she was looking at me. Embarrassed, I got up and dusted my dress off, walking out as if I didn't care if all those celebrities had just seen me trip and land on my ass. Darn my klutziness.
The ride was pretty short, and I think I was getting a chauffeur for this internship as well. How exciting! I'd never had a chauffeur before. Taxis and subways basically ruled my life. And I hadn't driven a car in ages, since I'd been in Wisconsin over spring break. The building we'd stopped at was insanely huge. I couldn't believe it. I paid the driver, and got out, completely astounded. It was almost better than Vera Wang in New York. Maybe not, because Vera Wang was more intimidating. This building was simply gorgeous and welcoming. As if there was so much to discover inside. Welcome to Hollywood Studios, Sonny!
As I walked in, I was stopped in the front by security to get my bag checked. I was led to a counter-booth, where a lady asked me a few questions, and then led me over to a new building where a Mr. Murphy would see me in a couple minutes. I took a seat on the delicate white leather couch, and noticed a few crystal glasses in the table facing me. I instantly recognized them as Tiffany.
The lady at the counter buzzed, and asked me to come up, because apparently Mr. Murphy was ready to see me. She led me inside a ginormous conference room, decorated so beautifully, I was simply in awe.
Mr. Murphy looked quite handsome, wearing a crisp Armani button down and tie. As I walked in, he held out a hand, and I shook it firmly.
"Good Afternoon, Miss Munroe. How was your flight," he asked pleasantly.
"It was great, thanks for asking. And you can call me Sonny." I smiled politely. It was all business with this guy, I could tell.
"That's nice to hear. Well, I'm just going to jump straight in to the point. I was looking at some of the paperwork you had submitted, and I could tell that you were talented. Er—Sonny, remember that I am very selective about my interns. I need to have confidence in them. That means you were chosen for a reason, and I have expectations. Here at Hollywood Studios, we host fashion, literature, entertainment, movie sets, recording studios, everything! And you're here to help out. You're going to have a good time, but you're going to need work if you want to be cut some slack. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir. I completely understand, and I assure you that I won't disappoint." I smiled up brightly at him. I really needed this internship to apply to some of my programs the following year. It was supposed to really help my career.
"Okay, well. As you know, you are going to be working on a variety of projects. The first, is actually a young actor. I need you to show us some sketches of what you can do for his wardrobe. I need you to work with him, and oversee the production of his TV show. You'll need to take notes and put your journalist hat on. I'll need you to do some research and present me with a complete file by Friday. He'll be your pet project; I hope that's alright with you. Now, let's go meet him." Mr. Murphy got up, and signaled me to go out the door.
I stepped out, and he was on my heels, and overstepped me to get in front. I followed him through a maze of buildings. "I'm sorry for not being professional and giving you a tour of the place. But you have the paperwork in this folder, including the info on your client and you can find yourself around. I hear you're a smart girl." He handed me a chunky file, which I struggled to hold.
Finally, we stopped in front of a door, and Mr. Murphy knocked twice. It opened after 10 seconds, and that's when I felt my knees go weak, my racing heart, and my quickening pulse.
Because currently, I was face to face with the one and only Chad Dylan Cooper,
I looked into his sapphire, Caribbean blue eyes, and he simply raised his eyebrows, and looked away. Did he not recognize me?
"Yo, Mr. Murphy." He said. "Come in, what're you gonna tell me today? And who's that girl?" he stepped out of the doorway to let us through.
It was his own personal room in the building, I guess. Dressing room, everything was in there. His workplace, I assumed? Being a big star in Hollywood had its perks.
I sat on a small stool next to a makeup bar. Mr. Murphy just stood awkwardly, and cleared his throat. "Chad, this is the girl I was telling you about earlier. You're going to be her project for now, and you'll be working together. I mean, not 24/7, but when you have to go to work, you'll be seeing her. She'll be kept up with your work schedule, she'll be here for your call times and everything. AND your manager and publicist already know about her, not a problem. I hope you remember what I told you, yeah?" Mr. Murphy checked his watch , and felt like he just wanted to get out of there. Was Chad's presence that intimidating? Holy geez.
"Yeah, yeah of course. Hey," he flashed his signature smile at me. That definitely wasn't the smile I remembered from 5 years ago. This kid had chaaaanged.
"I'll let you two get started. If you need any help Sonny, there's a receptionist right out down the hall. It's a pretty big building, so there's help everywhere. Remember to check out with me tonight though." And with that he left, and closed the door behind him. Phew.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, not knowing what to say. Chad was busy texting someone on his Blackberry. He obviously had no idea who I was. All those memories of us were probably all washed out with this Hollywood crap replacing it. That was what had to be expected, right? When he'd first written me that breakup letter so long ago, I never expected to see him again. I thought he was out of my life forever. But instead, here I was at my prestigious internship with Chad Dylan Cooper right in front of me, without a care of who I was. Wonderful. Simply Fantastic. This was NOT how I'd imagined our first re-meeting to be after the separation.
I cleared my throat a little loudly, and he looked over. "Is something the problem," he gave me a i-hold-a-higher-status-than-you-so-you-should-kiss-my-Prada-shoesoles.
"Uh, not really...but it'd be great if you could maybe put your Blackberry down, and maybe give me some respect?" I talked to him like I was a newcomer, because that was obviously what I was.
"What gives you the right to talk to me like that? You're the one who's working for me, designing for me, so technically I'm your boss. Aaaaaand, I can fire you any minute." Oh shit. He was unfortunately right, and I really needed this internship so I kept my mouth shut.
Still, I couldn't help but stare at his glossy blonde hair that fell above his eyes, and oh don't even get me started on those eyes. And that defined chest, he'd been working out! Gosh, and that smile. I snapped back into reality, after remembering how he'd broken my heart and left me so hopeless. And how he was basically treating me like shit now. I probably would never get MY Chad back; those days were long gone. Time to lower your expectations, Sonny. You're in L.A.; anything is possible..except for this. It's time to get over it, and just live your life. And anyways, you have a boyfriend. Much hotter than this jerk. A guy who actually cares about you.
Since Chad was basically not making an effort to get to know me(again), I stood up, and brushed my skirt.
"Okay, Mr. Cooper, you may be my boss. But I have a job to fill here, and if you don't cooperate, we both go down. So you might as well go along with it. Sound good? Let's get to know each other or something," my voice kind of quavered at how it had all come down to this. Speaking to my "BEST FRIEND" like THIS. I controlled myself, and regained my composure, as Chad stood up.
"Hi Sonny, you have an odd name. I'm Chad. And I guess if you put it like that, I HAVE to cooperate. Might as well." He sighed, and held out a hand for me to shake.
I couldn't believe it. I was going to tear up. I just was. This couldn't be happening. But hey, atleast he was cooperating. Maybe things would get better from there. I was definitely hitting up a party tonight.
Chad's POV
I couldn't believe I was speaking to her like this. My Sonny. I couldn't believe I was pretending NOT to know her. Pretending to be engrossed in my Blackberry. I just wanted to smack myself twice on the head and pretend this hadn't all just happened. When she'd walked in the door earlier, I thought I'd faint. I never thought I'd see Sonny again. I couldn't face her after putting her through everything.
Ever since I moved out here, I had wanted to just call her, and tell her that I still loved her. But I guess life didn't work out that way. I was Hollywood's biggest jerk. Atleast now, the least I could do for her was show her that I still cared.
But noooo, Chad Dylan'the jerk' Cooper just HAD to ruin everything. Gosh, shoot me. I could probably never fix this now. But I could cooperate, yes?
Then I said what I had always used to say when we were younger, teasing Sonny's odd but cute name.
"Hi Sonny, you have an odd name. I'm Chad." And the rest of what I said isn't important.
A/N: How was it? I think it was pretty boring, and looong, kind of a filler. But the end was somewhat intense, yes? :D If you liked it, pleeaaaase review! I need some motivation to continue heheh. I need to know I have readers out there. 20 something reviews for next chapter? :D If you liked this chapter, thank Glee, because I had my Glee playlist on replay as I wrote this chapter. I started it and didn't stop till i finished the chapter. Hope it was worth it. Because i might not be updating for another day or two. YEEE okay bye! Going to the beach now :)
-Jey
