Thanks for reading guys. I need some advice. I already have the next few chapters written, but I wanted to know if you guys think I should do more of Chad's point of view, or anyone else's. Thanks! I hope you like the chapter!
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Chapter Three
I drove home smiling, happier than I had ever been before. I was so excited about telling my mom, but I was still kind of upset with her for not believing in me from the beginning. So I decided to trick her. I went up to the apartment, and stood outside for a second, trying to make myself look sad. Usually it was easy, but when I'm this happy, it's much harder.
"Mum?" I said, my voice quivering, and my eyes beginning to water. Man, I'm good at this!
"Yes sweetie-" she said, coming into the lounge, "Oh honey, what's wrong? Did you not get the part? It's okay Sonny, there'll be other opportunities!"
I was a little annoyed that she had so quickly assumed that I hadn't gotten the part, but I was also happy that I had managed to convince her.
"I-I'm really upset, mom."
"I know, honey, but-" I cut her off.
"I'm really upset, because I won't be able to spend very much time with you anymore when I start filming." I said, smiling wildly.
"What? You mean-"
"I got the part, mom! I'm on Mackenzie Falls!"
"You're not joking with me, are you Allison?"
"No, mom. I'm serious; I'm actually on Mackenzie Falls. There were hundreds there, but they tricked a load of them because they didn't want obsessed fan girls, and there were seven of us, then they narrowed it down to four, then three, then two, and then they picked me. Me! Mom, they picked ME!"
"Congratulations honey! When do you start? Have you met the Director? How about the cast? Did you see anyone from So Random? I know you like that show too. Are the studios nice? Do you-"
"Mom! Seriously, chill. I literally just got the part. I was going to have a tour, but I wanted to come here and tell you first."
"Aw, honey, that's sweet, but you could have stayed if you wanted to. You could have texted me."
"Yeah, but then I wouldn't have been able to see your face when I told you!"
"In all honesty, I knew you would get the part all along!"
"Sure mom, of course you did."
"I just thought of something."
"What?"
"Now that you're on Mackenzie Falls…"
"Yeah?"
"Do I have to watch it?"
I grinned at her.
"Yup. I have the first four seasons in my room, and I was going to get the fifth for my birthday, but you have to buy it early now, since you can't watch the new episodes without watching the old ones."
"But it's a soap opera. Doesn't the plot line change every five or six episodes?"
"Well, yeah, but-erm-well-err-you still have to watch them, okay?" I half-shouted. I'd been trying to convince her to watch Mackenzie Falls for ages now, but she never would. My mom never did watch much TV, but she reads all these sappy romance novels, and I just know that she'd love the Falls if she tried it.
"Fine, I guess I'll watch them. On one condition."
"What?" The look on her face gave me a bad feeling.
"If I watch Mackenzie Falls, you have to get me autographs from all of the cast members."
"But you don't even like it!"
"I know, but I also know how shy you are, and I know it would mortify you. Remember when you were little, and you made me wait four hours to sit on Santa's lap, then at the last minute got so scared you peed-"
"Okay, mum, I get the picture. Do I really have to? Is it that much of a bother to watch me on TV? Really?"
"Oh no, of course I'll watch the ones with you in them, but you're making me watch them all. That's why I want the autographs."
"Fine, I'll get you the autographs."
"Good."
"Good."
She looked at me weirdly.
"Your dad used to do that you know."
"Do what?"
"Whenever I said 'fine' to him, he'd say it, and whenever I'd say 'good', he'd say that too. I asked him why once, and he said it was because he liked to have the last word. He was always stubborn like that. Come to think of it, you've always been stubborn too. Looks like you got more than just your eyes from your dad. The good looks and brains were all me, though."
"Sure, mom, you keep telling yourself that." I said cheekily on my way to my room.
As I turned the corner, I heard a 'thump' as the couch cushion hit the wall. I laughed.
"Immature much, mom?"
"Ha ha. Where are you going?"
"I'm going to get my Mackenzie Falls DVD's."
"You're going to make me watch them now?" she whined.
"Well, I start work tomorrow, and the newest episode is due to air in three weeks, so you haven't got long!"
"Dammit!" she cried.
"Language!" I said automatically. Call me what you like, I really hate swear words, even the little ones. Sure, I think them, and sometimes they slip out, but what teenage girl doesn't? Doesn't mean I have to like swearing!
"Whatever!" Honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm the adult.
*THREE HOURS LATER*
"I have to say, Sonny, you were right. This show is amazing."
"Does this mean I don't have to get those autographs?" I asked hopefully.
"Nope, I held up my end of the bargain, you still have to do it. Even more so now, since I actually want the autographs. Especially Mackenzie's. He's just too gorgeous!"
"Mom! He's my age! Plus, he's a stuck-up poo-head!" Like I said, I really hate swearing, and I don't care if I sound childish.
"So? He's gorgeous."
"Okay, how about you ask for the autographs yourself?"
"Well, duh, 'because that would be weird. I'm twice their age, Sonny, in case you didn't notice."
"Oh, trust me, I noticed." I muttered under my breath. Unfortunately, she heard.
"Excuse me? What did you just say?"
"Err, I said, 'you're the best mom in the world and you couldn't tell you're twice their age at all'!"
"That's what I thought you said. It's late, you going to bed?"
"Nope."
"Okay then, get me some popcorn then."
"Get your own popcorn."
"Please, Sonny, I'm comfy!"
"No."
"Please!"
"No!"
"Please!"
"If I get you some popcorn will you let me off?"
"Let you off what?"
"The bargain."
"No!"
"Well, then, I guess you're just going to have to get your own popcorn."
"Please Sonny."
"Let me off."
"No."
"Let me off and I'll get you some popcorn."
"Fine." She sighed dramatically.
"Fine!" I said, getting up to get her some popcorn.
"There you go again, just like your dad. One day you're going to meet someone just as stubborn as you and they're going to say 'fine' back and knowing you, that argument could go on forever."
"Do you want popcorn or not?"
"Sorry. But it's true."
"Mom!"
"Sorry!"
"Salty or sweet?"
"Sweet."
"Aw, but I like salty."
"You asked, I answered!"
"We're having salty."
"But I want sweet!"
"Tough. You want sweet, get it yourself."
"If I do, you still have to get those autographs."
"Fine." I sighed.
"Fine." She said, and burst out laughing.
"Now you're just taking the mick!"
"Sonny, go get the popcorn."
"Fine."
"Fi-"
"Mom!"
"Sorry."
Laughing silently to myself, I went into the kitchen to make her popcorn. After it was done, I gave it to her, kissed her on the cheek and told her I was going to bed. I crawled under the covers, suddenly exhausted. Then I smiled. 3-2-1…
"SONNY! THIS IS SALTY!"
