A/N- Hey everyone, this is a fairly long chapter with some Channy. I did this one in three different POVs. The first two chapters were third person. Please review and let me know which you prefer in this story, since there are so many different plots. Also, I'm considering changing the rating to T; I've never written a chapter over K+ before so after reading this one, please let me know what you think I should do. Stay K+ or up it to T? Thanks, please R&R!
CHAD'S POV
Sonny's mother had made spaghetti with meatballs. I love Italian food, but I was really worried about getting this stuff all over me. I remember when I was a kid my mom would cut up all of the spaghetti noodles because I'd always end up wearing it. Chad Dylan Cooper can no longer pull off the spaghetti-all-over-my-face look. Only when I was four.
"So," Connie started the conversation as I attempted to not make a mess with my meal, "how are things over at Mackenzie Falls?"
"Lots of drama," I chided, receiving a laugh from both her and Sonny.
Good, I guess I still haven't lost my charm; even after stuffing this food down my throat as if I've never eaten in my life.
"Well Chad finished his movie a while back, so it should be airing again soon," Sonny spoke up, trying to keep the conversation going.
"What's the name of your movie?" Connie asked.
"The Chad Dylan Cooper Story," I answered, placing another heap of food in to my mouth.
Sonny was right- I do eat like a pig.
"Would you expect anything else?" Sonny teased. "Chad is like the most conceited person in Hollywood."
Connie acted as if she expected there to be some tension there, but I already knew Sonny far too well. My cockiness was one of the qualities she admired most about me.
Suddenly, Sonny and her mother started a giggle fit. I was feeling a little left out. "What's so funny?" I asked, in between bites.
"Um, you have a little sauce on your face," Sonny said, motioning to her chin.
I suddenly felt myself blushing. Funny, I never really did that until Sonny came around. I grabbed my napkin and wiped my face off. "Did I get it?"
"Yeah," it's gone," Sonny smiled. She playfully tossed a huge forkful of spaghetti in her mouth, causing me to smile. She is the only one who could do that and make me think it's cute.
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After a lot of conversing and a lot of eating, I folded my hands behind my head and relaxed at the table.
"That was a great meal," I complimented Ms. Monroe.
"Well thank you Chad," she said with a sweet smile. "I'll be right back with dessert."
"Is your mom trying to make me fat?" I joked to Sonny as Connie stepped out of the room.
"No, she just really likes to cook." Suddenly Sonny began giggling again.
"What is it now?"
Sonny pointed her finger at my shirt; I had achieved a goal at getting the biggest spaghetti sauce stain ever on my designer shirt. How embarrassing.
"It's okay Chad," Sonny reassured. "After dessert, I'll get you one of my dad's shirts that's around here."
"Why not now?" I asked.
"Because, I think we should wait until after dessert. I can just imagine how much homemade banana pudding you're going to have smudged on that tie!" Sonny kept snickering; it was so stupidly cute.
"Gee, thanks," I answered, but I couldn't help but laugh. "So I've been wondering, where is your father?" I had always wondered, but never asked. Since she brought up his clothes, I thought it might be the right time.
"Well, he's back home in Wisconsin," she answered nonchalantly. "He couldn't move with us because of work. Hopefully maybe one day he'll be able to transfer here," she answered softly. I could tell she was a little bummed about it.
"You okay?" I asked, taking her hand gently.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I just miss him, but he comes to visit when he can. That's why he has some spare clothes here. Who knows? Maybe he'll be able to visit soon, and you can meet him. He's hilarious!" she beamed.
Phew! I was really afraid there might be some heartbreaking story behind it all and that I might put a damper on the mood. Luckily, Sonny snapped back very quickly.
TAWNI'S POV
I just could not wait for my date tomorrow night with Chase Cameron. He was so… dreamy. I was finally feeling a little better about the whole 'relationship thing.'
I was about to head to my car, when I realized that my cell phone was missing. I searched everywhere in my dressing room for it, but no luck.
Where did I have it last?
That's right… I last used it when Grady called me to ask if I had anymore Tawni trash he could sell.
Those boys need to stay out of my stuff.
Anyway… I was in the cafeteria when I got that call. Maybe my phone is in there.
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I frantically walked to the commissary, because Tawni Hart does not run. I was hoping to reach the doors before they were locked. Again, no luck. I wrapped my pretty hands around the door handle tugging and pulling; hoping that maybe Murphy or someone would be there. No one was.
I signed, realizing I would have to go an entire night without my phone. What torture. Suddenly, I heard a squeaking noise, and there stood a guy.
"Were you trying to get in?" the guy asked. Now it was dark outside, so I couldn't quite make out the figure.
As I moved in closer, my eyes adjusted; it was the mystery yogurt guy with the cute dimples. Great.
"Yeah, I think I left something in there," I started, attempting to brush passed him. He stopped me.
"Let me through," I screeched, trying to push him out of the way. He was too strong for my little Tawni body.
"What's the magic word?" he teased.
Ugh, how annoying. Although, he's not bad to look at. Then I shook the thought away out of anger.
"Please," I begged, trying to sound sincere. Finally he moved out of the doorway, allowing me to enter.
"What are you looking for?" he asked; trying to be noisy. Well it's none of his business.
"None of your business!" I snapped. Okay, it was a little uncalled for, seeing that he did let me in here, but I was really still agitated at him for making me get yogurt all over myself. And I couldn't get those stains out of my clothes either.
"Oh okay," he replied playfully. "I just thought you might be looking for… this," he said, holding up my glittery pink phone.
"What are you doing with that?" I squealed, attempting to snatch it from his hand, but he was too tall for me. He held it up higher; there was no way I could get it.
Could this guy be any more annoying?
"Relax," he said coolly. "I came in to get a soda before leaving to go home and I found it on the table."
I started to ask what he was doing there… if he was on another show or something, but opted not to. I mean I didn't have any interest in this guy, and I didn't want to give him false hope.
Once again I reached for the phone, but my designer heels caused me to slip. This made me crash in to the guy, and resulted in him spilling his soda all over me.
"Aaah!" I squealed, trying to hold back tears. Another expensive outfit ruined- by this guy.
"Can I please have my phone back?" I pleaded softly. Ugh, I hate being nice, but I wanted my darn phone, and I wanted to get away from him before he ruined my shoes too.
"Tawni, I'm really sorry," he apologized sincerely. I bit my lip; considered accepting it, but denied instead. After all, this guy owes me two outfits.
"Whatever," I muttered, as he gently handed the phone back. "How do you know my name?" I asked curiously, hoping he wasn't some crazy stalker or something.
"Maybe because you're a famous actress," he whipped sarcastically.
Well duh, Tawni, you already knew that.
"You owe me two outfits," I sneered, walking back through the doors to leave. I turned to look at him once; a simple smile planted on his face.
CHAD'S POV
Connie's homemade banana pudding was so good; I'm not a banana guy, but this stuff was delicious.
As Connie got up to excuse herself she smirked and said, "Honey, why don't you find Chad another shirt to change in to?" then left the room.
Sonny just kept chuckling at me.
"Hold on," I said, as I got ready to take one last bite of the dessert. "Look, no banana," I said gesturing to my shirt. About that time, the last bite fell; landing on top of the spaghetti stain.
"Okay, I can't look at your shirt anymore," Sonny teased, "it's disgusting. C'mon, I'll get you another shirt."
She grabbed my hand and lead me to a hall closet that was upstairs at the back of the house. I still shiver at her touch. The closet was a walk in, so I followed her in there; seeing several men's clothes, including pants and boots.
"This is our spare closet," Sonny said, walking around looking for a shirt.
"What about this one?" she asked, holding up a horrid red shirt. I wrinkled my nose.
"Guess, that's a no," she responded.
"What about… this one," she asked, pulling out a light blue, long-sleeved plaid flannel shirt. It kind of looked like my red one, and at least it went with my jeans. Not to mention it matched my eyes.
"Sure," I said, nodding.
"Well, first you need to take off your tie," she said, reaching her arms around my neck. Suddenly I felt really nervous. A good nervous.
She looked up in to my eyes longingly. I could feel myself sweating a bit. Sure, Sonny and I had been together for a little while, but not that long. We had shared kisses in Wisconsin and a few pecks since we'd been back home, but we never really had any alone time; until now.
She pulled me closer to her, but suddenly backed away.
"What's wrong?" I asked, confused.
"We need to change your shirt first. That smell is awful," she scrunched her nose.
Silly Sonny, always so cute.
She helped me get the tie off, and then I began to unbutton my shirt. I could feel her stare as I did so, then she bit her lip when I looked up. A huge smile played on my lips. "Um, do you wanna help?" I joked.
I know how Sonny is, she would be too embarrassed; too innocent. But I liked that about her.
That's why it totally caught me off guard when she reached over to me and began unbuttoning the rest.
"I was just kidding," I smirked.
"I know," she teased.
"Sonny, you're such a tease."
"I know," she smiled vivaciously.
"That's why I lo- like you," I said. She didn't seem to notice that I almost said it. The four letter word that I've only ever said to my family. But I felt it was too soon; even if I knew it was true.
"You like me because I'm a tease?" she replied, finally getting the last button undone.
"Well, not that, but I like that you're innocent. You're teasing me, but I know that you're not some girl that just gets around the block, to put it nicely. You're sweet, and gentle, and-"
I was cut off by the fact that she pulled my stained shirt off, and pressed her body against mine, placing a long, sensual kiss on my lips. I swear I could stay like that forever.
"I didn't see that coming," I admitted, when we finally broke apart.
"Yeah, well," Sonny bit her lip again. "Sorry, I just… couldn't help it," she blushed.
"It's okay," I answered. "It 's nice to see that side of you too," I teased.
"Chad Dylan Cooper," she said, playfully punching me on the arm. "Now put on your shirt, and let's get outta here."
SONNY'S POV
I don't know what came over me earlier, but I just couldn't help it. Normally I'm a good girl; and granted what I did was nothing bad, but for some reason I felt a little guilty. I truly care about Chad, and I know he feels the same about me, but are we moving too fast? Or not fast enough? Does he just like me, or is it love?
Sometimes he makes me do things like that. Well he doesn't make me, but he puts the ideas in to my head. Maybe I love him; it's still too early to tell, but hopefully someday, I'll figure it all out.
