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Mission: Destroy Shane Gray
by mindless scribbles
-4-
Catching Up: Spectacular Saturday
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I'm hoping, I'm waiting, I'm praying you are the one.
~Demi Lovato; Falling Over Me
The rest of the night went by pretty slowly. Nothing really happened after Sonny forced Zora to apologize to Shane for slapping meat and cheese on his head and then made her put the catapult away. And working for the Epic Diner when you really didn't work there was kind of painful. Chad Dylan Cooper's patience isn't exactly the highest, you know. Plus, the chef kept insulting my handwriting skills. Really, who cared if your handwriting was 'illegible?' In Hollywood, you didn't need to write. All you needed was a signature that people would keep forever, taped on their walls so they could stare lovingly at a piece of paper all day long.
After a while, my patience snapped and I was about to go throw a tantrum or something, so I just decided to leave.
It was too bad I did, because by now, it was the next Friday and I had been wondering all week what happened after I left. After smirking at the computer while reading Sharona's newest post about Shane Gray picking his nose (the edited picture actually looked real) and thinking about Sonny for countless hours, I finally decided to just head over to the So Random! studio and ask.
I wandered over and made it look like I was just breezing by. Entering the prop house, I spotted Sonny sitting next to a table, twirling her hair, looking thoughtful. Ugh. Stupid cute. Made me sick. In a good way. Was that even possible?
"Where're the other Randoms?" I asked, plopping down next to her.
She looked up and her eyes brightened. As if she was happy to see me. "They went to pick out a movie."
"For?"
"Movie night."
"What's movie night?" I asked dumbly, focusing on her big brown eyes.
"A night of movies," She replied, chuckling at my stupidity, "Duh."
I blushed slightly. "Oh. Right. Duh." I added, mocking her.
She laughed and we stared each other for a few minutes. Snapping out of it, I realized what I had came for. "So how'd your date with Mr. Shane Gray go?"
"Oh, it was..." She cringed a little, searching for the right word. I was satisfied, if the date had been awesome, she would've come up with something already. "Okay."
I raised my eyebrows. "Just okay?"
Sonny sighed, her hand twirling that lock of hair again. "Yeah. Zora made this meat catapult thing and dumped meat and chese on Shane's head,"
I interrupted her and snidely commented, "Yum, yum."
She gave me a look and kept going. "And then after the weird waiter left, Shane kept complaining about how he was flirting with me, even though the only thing he asked me was what I wanted to order."
I tried to keep it in, but failed. So I laughed. For about a half hour, while Sonny looked at me with this smile on her face, like she was looking at an insane child who just did the darndest things. Which, if you thought about it, sorta made sense. With the bet and everything.
"Stop laughing." She ordered after I started to tear at the eyes.
"But it's so funny!"
"No it's not!"
I gulped, swallowing up anothe rlaugh, "Yes it is! It's hysterical. And you know it." I pointed at her.
She rolled her eyes. "Okay, yeah, it sort of is. Fine."
"Fine." And this part of the argument, my friends, is exactly why I loved bickering with Sonny Munroe.
"Good!"
"Good." And suddenly, it happened. We slowly started inching toward each other. Our faces were barely a centimeter apart, and just when we about to kiss--
"Yo, yo!" Nico shouted, hopping in the room, "What's up guys!?"
We flew apart. I groaned on the inside.
"Oh, guys!" Tawni said, "Did we interrupt something?" I fumed. She knew we were about to kiss. So why didn't she stop those crazy chuckleheads from exploding and jumping in here?
"No, no." Sonny quickly said, "Of course not." I swallowed hard. Did that meant it was a mistake? Could it be that she really didn't want to kiss me? I glanced at her to see if I could spot any signs of disgust, but all I saw a bright red face.
"Oh..." Nico said, looking back and forth between us, "Sorry about that."
"Good news, guys!" Grady roared, "We picked out a great movie!" He held up a DVD.
Sonny stood up and grabbed it. "Psycho?"
Tawni stole it back, reading from the back in one of those deep announcer voices, "In a Phoenix hotel room on a Friday afternoon, Marion Crane (Janet Leigh) and her out-of-town lover Sam Loomis (John Gavin) end a stolen lunchtime interlude with yet another disagreement about their future. Marion wants to marry Sam, but debts inherited from his father and his own alimony payments do not leave him enough--," She took a deep breath, "Man, there's a lot of words. I'm too pretty to finish it!"
"What matters is," Zora said, "It's a great 1960 movie!"
I stood up quietly. This wasn't exactly my place anymore. Movie night wasn't a thing we did over at the Falls. Even though it was probably really lame and stupid, it still sounded pretty cool. I walked over to the door as the Randoms did their thing, arguing over whether to watch it, or exchange it for a different movie."
"Wait!" Someone called after me. Sonny blushed at her sudden outburst, but recovered quickly, "Um, why don't you come watch it with us?" She offered.
"Me?" I asked, considering the offer. "Watch a movie with you Chuckleheads?"
"Yeah, why not?" She asked. Her cast was giving her weird looks. She continued meekly, "Or you could come watch it with us and bring your cast too?"
"What?" Tawni wailed, "But I can't stand that Portlyn! Her un-moisturized skin just disgusts me!" She shuddered at the thought.
"What do you say, Chip Drama Pants?" Grady asked. "I think it's time to end this feud between our shows."
The offer was extremely tempting, but I couldn't. It was too un-Chad Dylan Cooperish to accept a Random's peace offering, let alone watch a whole two hour or so horror movie with them.
"I like you guys," I said, directing it more toward Sonny than anyone else. Too bad she didn't notice, "I really do. But it's not up to me to end this feud. It's up the the Falls. And anyway, we'll be busy shooting while you guys are watching the movie, so we really can't anyway."
Sonny's face drooped (not literally) in disappointment, but she quickly covered it with a smirk. "Suit yourself."
"Yeah, suit yourself!" Grady yelled, then cracked up. "Suit yourself. Get it? Suit yourself! As in, suit! Like, dressing!!"
Tawni shook her head. "Well then, we'll see you tomorrow Chad."
"Why not at lunch?" I asked. It was only 11 o'clock.
"Hello?" Zora said, motioning to the TV, "Movie? We order pizza so we can do lunch while watching the movie."
"It's kinda like," Grady burst out laughing again, "Double duty!"
"I thought it was movie night." I replied.
"Night, day," Nico said, waving his hand, "Same difference."
I had no idea what happened inside of me, but all of a sudden I wanted to ask Sonny out. Now. Not only did we almost kiss, but I alsohad catching up to do. I know it sounded pretty cruel and all, but I had to win this bet. Chad Dylan Cooper always wins his bets. So I took a step closer to Sonny and motioned for her to follow me out of the room. Sure, I had experience asking girls out, but no way was I going to ask Sonny out in front of those Randoms.
I stopped abruptly at the end of the hallway, and she almost crashed into me.
"Gee, Chad. Trying to make me fall?" She said sarcastically.
"No, I just--" I searched for the right words, "I wanted to ask you something."
"I already told you, I don't like Zac Efron!"
I groaned inwardly. She just didn't seem to be getting it, did she? "No, not that. I just-- remember when I said that we should hang out?"
She squinted at me, "Before you stepped in that dog poop?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, yeah, of course I do." She remembered! YES!
"Well, I was wondering, maybe you'd like to you know," I gestured wildly and pointlessly in front of me with my hands.
She smiled, "Is Chad Dylan Cooper trying to ask me to hang out with him?"
No, Sonny. I was trying to ask you to go out on a date with me. "Sure, you could call it that."
"Well, sure." She paused, "As long as you're not pulling another prank on me." She took my smirk as a no, then headed for the prop house again.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow!" I called after her. She waved, and I grinned. Shane Gray wasn't going to be the the only one going on a date with Sonny Munroe.
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I woke up. And turned over. And then rolled over again. Then, after tossing and turning for about an hour, I glanced at the clock. 10:50. It was late enough, wasn't it? Sonny probably got up early everyday and I don't know, did "Sonshiney"-- no pun intended-- things, right? Plus, after I got ready and everything, it would probably be 11, and then she would definitely be up.
I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, dressed and of course, made sure my hair looked amazing. Which it did. I originally planned to take her to the movies-- after all, that's what most people would consider 'hanging out', but I figured after that Psycho movie, she would be tired of watching films.
I remembered how Sonny had mentioned that she loved outdoorsy stuff. So I looked up 'outdoorsy' places on the internet and found something I was sure she would be interested in. Canoing. After looking at the clock again (by now, it was 11:30), I grabbed my keys and drove over to Sonny's place. Don't ask me how I knew where she lived. I just did. (Or maybe it was because I had secretly searched though Mr. Condor's files and 'accidentally' found out what her address was.)
I knocked on their apartment door, and Sonny's mom opened it, curiously staring at me.
"Hi." She said uncertainly.
"I'm here to pick up Sonny." I announced, then realized I should have introduced myself. "Oh, I'm--"
"Chad Dylan Cooper, I know. I'm Connie." She opened the door a little wider, letting me in. "I've heard about you an awful lot."
I smirked. Oh has she? I followed her as she led me to a closed room.
"Here's Sonny's room. She's still sleeping, but you know, once she finds out that you're here, she'll probably jump up at the sound of your name." She chuckled, then stopped, sternly looking at me, "You won't do anything to her, will you?" Oh, god. Not that.
"No, ma'am." I said, my voice cracking at the word "ma'am." I had always gotten nervous whenever somebody mentioned doing a certain thing.
She smiled, reassured, "Okay then. In you go. Oh, and call me Connie."
I stepped inside and heard soft snores coming from the bed. I walked over and snickered slightly at sight of her-- messy hair, pulling her comfortable up to her chin while clutching her cell phone. After staring at the sight of her insanely cute face for a moment, I realized I really wanted to wake her up with a kiss.
But no. I couldn't. That would be inappropriate, since we weren't even together.
Yet.
So I poked her cheek instead, and her eyes flew open. "Chad!?"
"The one and only."
"What are you doing here?"
"I said I'd pick you up." I replied nonchalantly, "And here I am, picking you up."
"At," Her head turned toward her clock. "11 in the morning?"
I shrugged, "Why not?"
"Chad, you could've at least called me."
"But what fun would that be? Besides, I thought you loved surprises."
She rolled her eyes. "Not this kind of a surprise."
"Why not?" I fake frowned, trying to make her feel bad.
She got up and began rummaging around in her drawers, "Chad, I've got recording to do."
"What recording?"
"A music company's offering me a record deal and I took it."
I stared at her. "So?"
"So," She sighed, "I'm not just going to cancel it, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity!"
I grimaced. Stupid record deal. "Fine. But I'm coming with you."
"Why?"
"To hear you sing! And then we can go hang out, like we planned." I stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Which, it was.
"Fine," She gave up and headed for the bathroom, clothes in hand. "Go wait in the kitchen or something!" She shouted.
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
I grinned. "Good!"
"Chad, just go."
"Fine!"
"Don't start that again." She groaned. I left the room and waited stiffly by the couch. Her mom had left, and I didn't really know what to do. Thinking about it for a while, I decided to sit down. After all, once we were dating, I would be over a lot and would have to sit, not stand like an idiot by a piece of furniture that was meant for sitting, right?
Sonny emerged from the bathroom, her hair wet, dressed, and smelling like... something sweet. Strawberries? Cherries? Either way, I kinda wanted to go over there and sniff her forever. But that would be kind of creepy.
"Okay," She said, as she slung a bag over her head, "Let's go."
We argued about whether or not she should ride in my car, and I finally won. Sucker. I opened the car door in an attempt to be a real gentlemen and she scoffed, "Trying to be nice, Chad?"
"I am nice!" I defended myself, "I have to wait for like 5 hours for you to finish wahtever you're singing for us to hang out!"
"Well, that is true." She smiled. She rolled down the window and the breeze flew past us, messing with my perfectly styled hair. I decided to let it go. Because it was just this once. And maybe also because it was Sonny that sitting beside me in the car. She directed me while I drove, and we finally arrived at this place with giant lighting.
We headed in, and everybody gasped, hugged, shook hands, smiled, talked, and whatever. I waited outside of the recording booth and waited.
And waited.
She started singing.
My jaw dropped.
Because let me tell you, I have never heard a girl with that kind of voice before.
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Two hours of listening to Sonny Munroe record some songs was probably the most I've ever enjoyed listening to music. But the day wasn't over yet, because it was 1 o'clock, and time for canoing.
We grabbed some lunch on the way, so we wouldn't starve to death or anything, and when we arrived at the canoing place, she gasped.
"Canoing?"
"Yes, canoing. What, are you bad at it?" I teased.
Her face was stricken with fear. Uh-oh. "What?" I asked, "Are you okay?"
"Uh, maybe this isn't such a good idea." She began, "See, I've never been canoing before."
I stared at her, then burst out laughing. No wonder she was on a comedy show. She was hilarious!
"What!?" She demanded. "What's so funny?"
"That was a good one, Munroe." I said, "You? Never been canoing? HA!"
"But I really haven't!" She answered meekly.
We stared at each other for a minute. Finally, I opened my mouth. "But I thought you had. There's lakes everywhere in Wisconsin!"
"Are there, Chad?" She replied, "Are there really?" I looked at her and sighed, "Alright, fine, there are. But the last time we all went canoing though, my uncle's boat tipped over and he nearly drowned! I've been afraid ever since." She looked down, embarrassed.
I touched her arm lightly, "Don't worry. I, for one, think it's cute."
She gaped, "That my uncle almost drowned!?"
"No! That you're afraid of canoing. Come on, I made sure no paparazzi was going to be here, so we might as well try it anyway. If it makes you feel better, I'm not that great at canoing either."
"Awh," She said, "Is Chad Dylan Cooper trying to make me feel better?"
"Maybe." I scowled, and walked to the booth where they gave out life jackets. "Two." I barked at the lady behind the counter.
She made a face at me, then grabbed two and threw them at me.
"Hey! No one throws life jackets at Chad Dylan Cooper!" I yelled.
"He's not very good with words." Sonny shouted, "He meant thank you!" The lady behind the counter gave her the thumbs up, then made another scary face at me.
Another man tugged a canoe out for us and handed us two paddles.
"Ready?" I asked.
"No." Sonny said fearfully.
"Come on," I said, pulling her with me. "You have a life jacket, you're not going to drown."
"But what if I do fall over and the life jacket snaps and I do drown?" She asked.
I rolled my eyes, "Would Chad Dylan Cooper let Sonny Munroe drown?"
She sighed and stepped into the boat with. After rowing pointlessly for a few minutes, she spoke up again, "Thanks."
"For what?"
"For making me face my fear of canoing."
"Oh." I smiled to myself, "You're welcome."
We chatted for another half hour or so, talking about our shows, our castmates, and other random things we could think of. I was really starting to enjoy this thing.
"You know, I don't think we're doing this right." Sonny said.
"How do you know we're not doing it wrong?" I challenged.
"That doesn't even make sense." She pointed out.
"Yes it does."
"No it doesn't."
"Just admit it, it does."
"But it doesn't!" She said.
I laughed. "Alright fine, that didn't really make sense."
"Good." Sonny replied, splashing me with her paddle.
"Hey!" I yelled, splashing her back. "No one splashes Chad Dylan Cooper."
"Too bad," Sonny mocked me, "Sonny Munroe just did!"
We kept splashing each other until we were both soaking wet, laughing and having fun. The sparkle in her brown eyes made me smile even more, because really. Who wouldn't smile when the girl they loved had sparkly eyes and was laughing with you?
Wait.
Loved!?
Did I love Sonny?
It was way too early to be decided, wasn't it? And besides, I didn't even know if Sonny liked me back yet.
Deciding to let it drop, we rowed back to the shoreline and took off our life jackets. I threw it back at the lady, who scowled at me again, while Sonny ran and apologized to her for my 'atrocious behavior.'
She jogged back to me and we walked toward the parking lot. The ride back to her apartment was quiet, but a comfortable kind of quiet. When we reached where she lived, she turned and smiled at me.
"I had fun."
"Well, good." I replied.
"It was really sweet of you to do this for me."
I made a 'psh' sound. "Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't do sweet."
"Well, Sonny Munroe just proved Chad wrong." She teased. Another moment of silence, then she kissed me lightly on the cheek.
"Bye, Chad!"
I waited until she was gone, the let out a "YES!" Sure, it was just a cheek kiss, but it was still a kiss. I bet Sonny hadn't kissed Shane yet. So hahah to you, Mr. Stupidpants.
I touched my cheek. That kiss made me feel all tingly. Was that normal? I shrugged and drove away, deciding that this was definitely the best Saturday ever.
Catching Up: Spectacular Saturday
Complete.
Mission: Destroy Shane Gray
Will Definitely Win.
a/n: so who tweets/twitterers here? idk the real term for it, but yeah. is it fun? i've heard that it's realllly addicting. maybe i should get one, lol.
so anyway, another super-sized chapter! yay! i hope you enjoyed it. it definitely wasn't one of my best, but it had channy fluff in it :) who wants to kill me for stopping their almost kiss? hahahahah!!! don't wory, they will kiss. eventually. maybe. you'll just have to see. so yeah, stay tuned for the next chapter!
Umbrella: you loved it
T-Rex: you thought it was okay
trophies: you hated it
by the way, lol, the codewords definitely don't rank in the order of how i like 'em. for example, i love trophies! who doesn't? (: review?
-hayley