Not in the rain.
A/N:
Warning, this turns borderline melodramatic. Maybe it's over the
borderline. I dunno. Let me know.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sonny
with a Chance. Neither do I own the weather.
Unbelievable. I had forgotten an umbrella. Chad Dylan Cooper is never unprepared like this. Of course, the weather was never mean to Chad Dylan Cooper, either. Stupid weather.
So when I, completely oblivious, left the restaurant after lunch, I got immediately soaked.
Man, the shoes were Italian, too. Not that they were worth a whit in comparison to the CDC hair. Which was also ruined.
I ducked back under the awning and fixed my hair. It was wet, but, well. I am Chad Dylan Cooper. So it looked awesome anyway.
Okay, I was only out in the pouring rain for a moment, so maybe I wasn't completely soaked. But c'mon! Chad Dylan Cooper does not do rain.
Well, I stuck my hands in my pocket and looked around, wondering what next. I'd taken a taxi to lunch, so my car wasn't an option. And there was no taxi in sight, so I couldn't hail one. And I certainly wasn't going to go look for one.
Guess I was gonna have to call someone, ew. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts. Hmm.
Portlyn? Ahahahahahahaha no.
That went for the rest of the Mack Falls cast, except for the hysterical laughter. I mean, you couldn't pay me enough to beg Portlyn for a ride home. She's hot, but a wackjob backstabbing witch and, besides, a dangerous driver. Oh, she was also always trying to get me to go out with her. Portlyn. We date sometimes on the show. Not in real life. Ever. Ever ever.
As for the rest of them, well. I don't really like them. I deal with them.
I kept scrolling (seriously, how did I have so many contacts? I don't even know seven hundred people).
Sonny Munroe.
Hmm…
No.
I kept going.
"Chad!"
What? I said no to the idea of asking Sonny Munroe.
"Chad!"
I looked up and there was Sonny, across the street, holding an umbrella over her head.
Of course she was prepared. And cute. Stupid cute.
"D'you need some umbrella?" she called again, wearing a little smirk. "C'mon over, I'll give you a lift!"
Okay. Option One, I ignore her. My pride is saved, but I still don't have a way home (at least until it stopped raining, and it sure didn't look like that was going to happen any time soon). And Sonny would probably be crushed. And Chad Dylan Cooper is aloof, but he is not mean. Necessarily.
Option Two, I accept her invitation. I have a way home and I don't get any more wet, but the pride is down the drain.
Decisions, decisions.
But in the end, the hair comes before the pride.
"You come over here and I'll take you up on that offer!" I called. "The CDC hair doesn't need to get any wetter."
She shot me a look. "Really, Chad? Really? You're the one that needs my help."
I crossed my arms. "I don't need anyone's help. But you're offering, and I'm accepting. Because that's just the kind of guy I am."
She rolled her eyes. "Okay, but you have to carry the umbrella. Over both of us."
I shrugged. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
She made a face at me, then started across the street.
She didn't see the car coming full speed. It was going too fast, and it was headed toward Sonny, and she was completely oblivious.
Oh my God, she was going to be hit by a car.
She was in the middle of the road when she saw it. The stupid effin' driver wasn't even looking; probably on his cell phone or iPod.
Sonny froze. She had that deer-in-the-headlights thing going on.
Oh my God, she was going to be hit by a car and she couldn't even move.
Forgetting about myself for once, my hair, my shoes—heck, my own safety—I ran out into the street and threw myself into Sonny, shoving her backwards. She toppled backwards and I went with her, falling onto the sidewalk as the car zoomed by. He never even saw us.
Jerk.
I looked down into Sonny's face; she was breathing heavily and her eyes were squeezed shut, tears running down her face. At least I thought so. It was raining pretty hard.
I was pretty much lying on top of her, so I rolled off and lay on the sidewalk beside her, not even caring we were on our backs on the sidewalk in the middle of the city in the pouring rain. She was alive and safe, and that's all that mattered.
Her hand reached out and grabbed mine, squeezing it tightly. I sat up and pulled her into my arms, where she collapsed against my chest. She was in tears, and I hated that. She was sunny Sonny and I was not a fan of this. So I just held her, sitting on the sidewalk in the middle of the city in the pouring rain.
After a few minutes she pulled herself together and wriggled out of my arms, standing and brushing herself off. She shot me a weak smile and extended her hand to me. I took it and she pulled me to my feet and then threw her arms around me again.
I embraced her back, and that's when I saw it: her umbrella was still in the middle of the street, irrevocably crushed by that jerkbucket car that had nearly taken her life.
Even though what had just happened was not in the least bit funny, I couldn't help but laugh.
Sonny pulled away and looked up at me. "What?"
I pointed at the ruined umbrella. "So much for staying dry."
She giggled, then frowned again. "Chad, I—I almost died just now. You saved my life."
I couldn't help it. I popped my collar. "Well, I am pretty good, aren't I?"
She glared at me. "Usually I'd disagree, but, well…for this, I'll let it go." She reached up and tousled my hair, which was plastered to my head with rain. "After all, you put me in front of your hair."
That's when I kissed her, standing on the sidewalk in the middle of the city in the pouring rain.
The Italian shoes could deal.
