CHAD POV
Ok one down. I reached my dressing room and closed the door behind me. I took Sonny's list out of my pocket. Number two on the list was smart. I'm smart, right? Of course I am. Now how do I show that to Sonny?
SONNY POV
I was in the prop house alone working on the assignment Ms. Bitterman gave us for this week. It was an English assignment that involved us writing a poem. I've never actually written a poem. The opportunity just never came up. I had no idea where to start or what to write about. I put my notebook down on the table and went to lie down on the couch. I had just closed my eyes when I heard an all too familiar voice.
"Hey, Sonny," Chad walked into the prop house like he owned the place. "What are you up to, Munroe?"
"Nothing, Chad" I answered, wishing he would go away. I was tired and upset about the assignment and I really just wanted to be alone.
"Are you okay?" Was it just me, or did Chad actually sound like he cared?
"I'm fine," I muttered. "What did you want?"
"I came to visit my favorite random," he smirked at me. I turned over on the couch, facing away from him.
"Sonny, seriously what's wrong?" Chad came over to sit next to me on the couch. I sighed, sitting up and reluctantly handing Chad my sad attempts at completing Ms. Bitterman's assignment.
I could tell Chad was trying not to laugh as he looked over my "assignment."
"Sonny?"
"What?"
"This isn't finished yet."
"Yeah I know," I snapped, taking the paper back from him. "I just can't think of anything good enough."
Chad picked up the paper again and looked over it. I crossed my arms, scowling at him.
"Give it back."
"No."
Chad held the paper above his head so I couldn't reach it. I stood on the couch to make myself taller, but Chad ran away around the table. I jumped down off of the couch and ran after him but Chad was quicker. I chased him around and around the couch and table until I finally caught him when his untied shoelace caused him to fall face first on the floor. I snatched the paper away from him before he could get up and put it back in my notebook.
"Why did you do that?" I angrily snapped at Chad. He laughed and turned to me. "Because I was trying to help you."
"What? What do you know about poetry, Chad?"
Chad took my paper again, picked up a pencil that was lying on the table. He gave it back and I took another look at it.
"Wow, Chad," I read over his writing again. "That's good."
Chad smirked at me.
"I know."
"Where did you learn to write like that?"
"I um," Chad scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I just know stuff."
"Okay," I said slowly, drawing out each syllable.
"Yeah," Chad looked down at his feet. "Well bye!"
"Bye, Chad" I said, slightly confused. I sat back down and looked back at the poem Chad helped me with. Who knew he was so smart?