Sorry I've been neglecting you lately, dear friend. Between rehearsals, avoiding Sonny, and shopping with Tawni Hart, I have been extremely busy. Uh, ignore that last sentence. Darn, you've already read it, haven't you? Okay, well I promise there is a very good explanation for this, Chadbook. You see, being Chad Dylan Cooper, I always have to look spiffy. I know I've mentioned this before, but I'm proving a point here. Anyhow, so I go shopping every Tuesday because I HATE Tuesdays. I mean, you know that Mondays are going to be bad, Wednesday is okay because the week is half over, Thursday is almost Friday, and Friday IS Friday. But what are Tuesdays? Nothing! They're filled with complete darkness and stupidity. That's why I go shopping on Tuesdays. I have to do something that makes that awful day bearable.
So I was just browsing through stores, commenting on how ugly most of the clothing was, when I saw someone I would rather not know.
"Chad?" Tawni's voice sounded surprised and not all that pleasant. Then again, is she ever?
"Random," I replied, evenly.
"Ewwww," she said, pointing to a shirt I was just making fun of. "It's like the color of an almost rotten banana." She shuddered.
The manager glared at us from the other side of the store.
I cracked a smile and pointed to another shirt. "Well that one looks like it was involved in a face-off amongst a clown, a hot-air balloon, and a children's rug."
She frowned at me. "Funnily enough, I have that shirt. Oh, and that didn't even make sense!"
That backfired quickly. "Um, I guess it's kind of nice, you know, if you squint and look at it sideways."
Rolling her eyes, she tossed her hair back. "Whatever, Cooper. Are you here to buy a little gift for your new girlfriend?" I guess I looked confused because she rolled her eyes again. "You are so clueless. I'm talking about Sonny."
Now it was MY turn to roll my eyes. "I don't date Randoms."
"Well, you might not want to date us, but apparently you're okay with using cheesy pick-up lines."
I can't believe Sonny told her about that! Huh, I never thought a girl who looked so innocent could be so deceitful. "I was only joking."
"Sure you were," she countered. "Next time though, get her eye color right."
Was that really necessary? But I guess evil Tuesday took over because I sort of chuckled. Don't ask…I was tired, okay?
"So, do you want to continue making fun of these awful clothes?"
Once again, the manager gave us a deadly glare.
"Sure," said Tawni. "But don't feel bad when my insults are much cleverer than yours."
"The words Tawni and clever do not go together unless there is an is not between them."
Hitting me with an ugly shirt, she frowned again. "Goodness woman, what did I do this time?"
"Just don't hurt her, okay?"
Were Randoms always this confusing? What nonsense was she talking about now? I thought the only one who was really crazy was Grady, with all of his "Narnia exists" mumbo jumbo. (Okay, I admit it; even I like to believe that Narnia exists. Just don't tell anybody).
"Who?" I asked, honestly confused.
Tawni threw her hands up in frustration. Why was she annoyed? I was the one who wasn't getting a decent answer! "Who?" I asked again, quickly losing patience. Not that I have much to begin with.
"Chad, I know that you're not that bright, but now you're pushing it. Who else could I possibly be talking about? It's Sonny, you egotistical idiot!"
Why would I hurt Sonny? I know I insult her daily, but that's only because it's extremely amusing when she gets worked up. When it comes right down to it, Munroe is my friend. Oh please, don't even try to act surprised. As I looked back up at Tawni, I realized she wasn't going to leave me alone unless I promised.
I met the eyes of the annoying blue-eyed girl. See? I can get the eye color right if I try!
"I promise I won't hurt her."
Satisfied, Tawni continued walking, insulting more shirts in the process.
So there you have it! That's how I spent my Tuesday. Not too bad, actually. Tawni's funny once you get past her blabber about lipstick and such. She's no Sonny, though. WHAT AM I SAYING? Do you see what happens when I spend more time than usual with the Randoms? I'm slowly losing my mind. The next time I write in here, I might say something completely cuckoo like… that Nico has tremendous acting skills. Which is, obviously, a lie. I'm going back to the set- the one place where I'm always sane(ish).
Oh, and I still haven't seen Sonny since the pick-up line incident. It's not that big of a studio, Chadbook, so I can only avoid her for so long!
A/N- Thanks to anybody who reviewed! Especially Slinky Flower the Lovatic for making me crack up! Don't be afraid to tell me what you thought because feedback makes me happy.
