"Thanks a lot for the dinner, Chad. Are you sure you don't want me to pitch in for the bill?" Sonny asked as her and Chad were walking into Condor Studios.
"Nah," he replied. "You forget that I'm a teen heartthrob, don't you?"
"Yes, and speaking of which, here comes another obsessed fan." She told Chad as they looked over at a 12 year old girl hyperventilating. "I'm sorry, Sonny. This will just be a second." Chad said with a will-you-ever-forgive-me smile. Sonny sighed.
The girl handed Chad a Sharpie, and Chad took out yet another photo of him, which he never seemed to run out of. Then he signed the photo, and her mother insisted that they have a picture together. The first one was just of the two smiling together. Ok. So far, so good. The girl still hasn't done anything drastic…yet. Sonny thought.
Sonny heard several 'Oh Chad, I love you' s and 'You're sooo cute' s, but that was to be expected. But then, then Sonny's heart started to pound when the mother asked for one more picture, and she saw Chad lean over and kiss her. She was furious. If this is just one girl, I wonder how many girls he kisses a day.
Then the mother practically dragged the girl back to their car, the girl's hand on her cheek as she babbled on to herself about how sweet and generous Chad was.
"Sorry, Sonny." Chad said as he reached for her hand. When their hands touched ever so slightly, she moved hers away. Then Chad, not really noticing, reached hand over further to where hers was, and grabbed it. Then, when Sonny realized that Chad had took her hand, she jerked it out of his grasp.
"Sonny, why won't you hold my hand?" Chad asked. Sonny fast walked ahead of him with no response.
"Sonny, why won't you answer me? Don't be ridiculous."
"Shut up, Chad! I'm not being ridiculous."
"Then why won't you let me hold your hand?"
"Chad, it's…it's…it's nothing. Just forget that anything happened."
"Are you sure you're ok?" Chad asked as he put his arms around her.
"I'm fine, it's nothing."
"Ok, now let's go have some fun!" he exclaimed.
"Whoa! I didn't know you could dance like that!" Sonny told Chad as they were making their way off the dance floor.
"Yeah, well my mom made me take classes when I was, like, six. Apparently it looked good on a resume."
"Well, then your mom is my hero. I thought that you, being your prideful self, would make us sit against the wall, in fear that your horrible dance moves would wound your image."
"No way! I know M'lady like to dance. Would you like some punch?"
"Of course."
And with that, Chad went off in search of the punch table. Hmmm… what should I do now? She thought. Maybe go find Tawni and James. She decided. She started looking across the dance floor, but didn't see them there. After a clean sweep of the room, she found them over by the snack table with Chex Mix on napkins in their hands. She tapped Tawni on the shoulder and said, "Hey Guys? How's it going?" Tawni turned around and looked pleased to see her. "Pretty good! Where's Chad?" she asked. "He went to go get some punch for us. How was dinner?" This time James answered. "Oh, the breadsticks were AMAZING! We got perfect seats-" "Sweetie, will you please excuse us? I need to talk to Sonny for a second." Tawni asked. "Sure." Then Sonny gave her a questioning look. "Listen, Sonny, there's something really horrible that I need to tell you and this is probably the worst time possible , but you have to believe me. The truth is…