Earth Angel

Summary This was called preparing for the worst, and it was what Chad did. (In places where he had to count on himself though—Chad Dylan Cooper knew he could put all the money on that.) Sonny. Chad.

Notes This is a Chad/Sonny story, alright. Angel Sonny is just getting us to that point. I won't pull an 'Angels in America' on you and make the Angel Sonny and Chad have weird sex. Trust me… That scene was way cool though (eight vaginas! (the angel of America, did have)), and oh how I love Prior Walter. Gorgeous gay man!

Dy-no-mite!

INDIGOOOOOO

Previously Chad figures out his visitor is an angel, she chirps, Sonny and Tawni dream about the day they meet a man who is perfect…


Chapter 4- Dames and Dipped Strawberries


Footsteps seemed to thunder down the hallway. They couldn't go back

the way they came, but there was no where to hide, and whomever was coming was making their way fast.

Angel Sonny's mouth was in a constant 'o' shape not because she herself was frightened of being seen, but because of Chad's paranoia of someone seeing them together and immediately realizing that the figure next to Chad was some divine being.

The person approaching was revealed to be Mr. Condor talking on his Bluetooth device. He was scanning something on his Blackberry at the same time.

Chad turned to Angel Sonny to tell her to stay calm, but glared when he saw that she just stood there, shaking slightly with her hands over her eyes. "That's stupid. He's going to see you an—"

"Afternoon Chad."

The boy whirled around and immediately put on his I'm-gunna-charm-my-boss-off-his-ass smirk. "Hey! Mr. Condor, sir. I'm digging the tie. Sonny here thi—"

Mr. Condor waved a hand. "I need a favor, Cooper, and by favor I mean order. Tomorrow, my sweet dumpling of a daughter Dakota will be here at the studio. Take a long lunch break and treat her to a picnic at the Sawson's Creek outdoor set."

Chad smiled weakly and chuckled, "Ha…hu…"

"Good man, Cooper. I liked last week's episode."

Angel Sonny uncovered her eyes as Mr. Condor continued his walk down the hall, and when he abruptly turned back, either Chad or Angel Sonny let out a quiet shriek. It really could have been either of them.

"And Chad…oh, hello Sonny," he said surprised, "I didn't see you there before. You look gorgeous in that gown…ugly it up or you won't get any laughs. Cooper, make sure you have chocolate dipped strawberries. Special request from the special little lady. Good day you two."

Once Condor was out of hearing range, Chad spat, "Chocolate dipped strawberries! Picnics!" In a high, mimicking voice he continued his tantrum, "I'm Dakota and I get my daddy to scare people into doing what he says which includes getting the hottest guy in town, Chad Dylan Cooper, to take to me to lunch even if," his voice returned to normal as he said, "I'm only nine! She's nine years old and she wants me to feed her chocolate dipped strawberries. I shouldn't have to; I'm CHAD DYLAN COOPER, dammit! Am I right?"

All he got in response was a growling stomach. Angel Sonny smiled sheepishly at him. That was got them into all this. She had freaked at the sounds coming from her middle, and Chad had explained to her that it meant she was hungry. He should have just gotten someone to bring them something, but all he had wanted to do was get out of that dressing room and clear his head. With any luck, Angel Sonny would disappear before they even reached the cafeteria.

"So. The covering your eyes trick really does work?"

Angel Sonny nodded demurely.

"Fine."

Chad half expected to hear a 'fine!' back, but that is also half expecting not to, so when no frustrated voice countered him he wasn't all that disappointed.

This was called preparing for the worst, and it was what Chad did. (In places where he had to count on himself though—Chad Dylan Cooper knew he could put all the money on that.)


"Sit down, right here. And don't draw any attention to yourself," Chad ordered in a quiet voice. "Oh, and DON'T talk to anyone. If they talk to you, smile. Don't do your little bird speak."

Leaving Angel Sonny at the table worried him, and every few steps he'd whirl around and make sure she was doing exactly what he had said.

"AH HA!"

She waved at him her delicate fingers dancing. Sonny didn't wave that way! She waved with her whole hand like a princess. Someone might notice that! Someone, other Chad, must've observed her hand waving technique!

Waving back at her with his exaggerated cupped hand method, he hoped she'd get a clue. He didn't notice the peculiar looks he was getting from the cafeteria audience. This is what they saw:

CDC walking in with a beautiful Sonny Munroe.

Chad pulling out her chair for her.

Chad talking softly and urgently close to her face.

Chad turning around again and again to 'gaze' back at Sonny.

Sonny waving flirty to Chad.

Chad waving like a maniac back at Sonny.

If only they knew the real story.

"Can I have two bowls of chow mien?"

The lunch lady gave him a quizzical eye (that is not plural considering this was the lunch lady with the one eye), "One bowl coming right up, and two bowls if you give me the scoop about you and Sonny. My husband thrives off the gossip I get out of this place."

Chad grimaced, "You have a husband?—ok never mind. What do you mean, "you and Sonny"? I don't care about Sandy."

"Then why is Sandy staring at you from her chair, across from your chair, which is at the same table? Is this other chow mien for her?" asked the lunch lady withholding the goods.

"Oh! That?" Chad laughed loudly and said in a booming fake whisper dripping with charm, "I'm doing that girl a favor. She's infatuated with me. That's right. I find it sort of creepy, but I'm a nice, sensitive guy. I thought I'd take her to lunch and make her day…week…well, to be honest I'd say this will probably be the best day of her sad, unfunny life."

The lunch lady with the one eye gasped, "Why! Chad Dylan Cooper, you are a humanitarian. I always knew you were a special boy, but this—this proves it. Wait till my sister-in-law hears about this! Here's your order and take a few eggrolls too."

Chad gave his million dollar grin working in every ounce of faux thankfulness he had and walked away with his prize on a tray.

That's how he rolled, baby.


"Sonny?" hesitantly asked Nico peering into a dim, musty smelling room. He heard two voices singing and saw a small lamp casting shadowy figures against a wall. "Tawni?"

"We can be heroes,

forever and ever!" sang two intertwining voices in sad, but strong warbles.

Nico stepped inside. Stealthily he moved towards the shadows. "You guys?"

"We can heroes,

just for one day!"

Tawni was dressed in a dramatic, floor sweeping red dress, while Sonny was wearing a debonair suit with a top hat at her feet. They clasped each other's hands as they sang into each others eyes (well, Tawni into the reflection of herself in Sonny's eyes) and twirled slowly encased in the heat stroked colored world of Baz Luhrman's Moulin Rouge!

"Uh…hello? Man, this whole Koko Moko Koko deal has really messed with ya'lls heads. You know that right?"

In one swift motion the two girls whirled in shock to face the intruder and seamlessly ripped off a pretty hair clip and fake goatee.

"Nico? What are—"Sonny put a hand over her chin, "OW!"

"What she's trying to say is…Nico? What are you doing in here?" cried Tawni.

"I, uh, came to, uh, oh hell no! I can't think without you two explaining yourselves first!"

Sonny sighed. She'd been doing that a lot today. "We wanted to pretend that we were in a musical love story with Ewan McGregor. I, of course, had to be the boy…"

"Well, duh. We couldn't have two girls! I certainly don't roll that way."

"Which way?" asked Nico scratching his head.

"The two girl way!" Tawni spelled out. She continued carefully as if what she was going to say miffed her, "And, plus, Sonny looks really great in red and I couldn't run the risk of her being a prettier Satine."

"Aww, really Tawni?" grinned Sonny. "Shucks. You look great in red too."

"I know."

While this exchange occurred Nico went over and flipped the light switch. The pair gasped and shielded themselves from the harsh fluorescent lighting.

"Oh! Fluorescent!" sobbed Tawni.

The brunette blindly tried to find the couch. "My eyes…melting…"

Nico rolled his eyes at the girls' dramatics. "According to the Tween Weekly online blog, Chad and Sonny are an item, stupidly nicknamed 'Channy', and were apparently spotted in the studio cafeteria today getting cozy," he drawled.

"What!?" Sonny shouted.

"Sonny!" Tawni bawled, "How could you? How could you betray me for the evil Duke? I trusted you. I thought I meant more to you than this!"

"Tawni, I've been with you all day."

Tawni quieted down and blinked a few times, "Oh yea."

"Who could have confirmed such lies?" asked Sonny heatedly.

Nico shrugged. "I dunno. It wasn't Chad, because then they would have quoted him. Here it just says 'onlookers'."

She huffed. "Well, those 'onlookers' need to update their prescriptions, because who ever was having a cozy lunch with Chad Dylan Cooper was certainly NOT Sonny Munroe." Sonny added a head shake to prove it. "And I mean, certainly NEVER Sonny Munroe."

They all looked quietly at their shoes, slippers, and bare feet (Tawni had pink fuzzy slippers, Sonny was in Mary Jane heels, and Nico for some reason was the one barefooted).

After that awkward moment of silence, Tawni finally spoke up. "Well, if it wasn't Sonny, but everyone is so sure it was…then who was it really?"


I finished this chapter and looked back at my author's note and realized that must be one of the awkward author's notes you've ever read.

sorry.

Sweetheart, yes, you.

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