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"Sonny," Chad continued. "Why comedy when it is clearly inferior to drama?"
"Because I like to bring joy to people." She said pointedly, glaring at him. He rolled his eyes.
"Why don't you wear dresses?" Sonny asked.
"Because they're gross." Tiffany said in a 'duh' tone.
She looked deep in thought, but finally asked "Have you ever felt replaced?"
"Please, no one can replace Chad Dylan Cooper." Chad popped his collar again. The girls rolled their eyes.
"So, how long have you been watching Mackenzie Falls, Munroe?" He grinned at her.
"Only until I found out what a jerk 'Mackenzie' really is." She answered, using air quotes.
"Aha! So you do watch my show!" Chad pointed accusingly.
"No I don't."
"Yes you…. Well you did at least, but that still counts!" He exclaimed again, grinning for an unknown reason.
"So Tiffany, would you wear makeup?" Sonny ignored Chad and continued on with the game.
"No way." She told her.
"Chad, what is your biggest fear?" Chad stared at her for a second and swallowed.
"clowns." He said meekly, in an almost inaudible tone.
"Yeah, they are creepy." She agreed as he was turning to Sonny.
"Which of the Randoms are you closest too?"
"Probably Tawni, but I love them all." She said with a big grin.
"Who is your best friend?"
Tiffany stared at Sonny, her eyes darkening slowly. "No one. Not any more." She soon snapped them out of their silence, and spoke again. "That was ten, right? So now I ask Sonny questions."
Sonny had meant this to be a longer game, each of them asking ten questions then switching, not ten questions then switching, but she felt as though she had struck a nerve with her last question, and looked nervously at Chad. Chad caught her gaze with one that told her he felt a little awkward too.
"Why are you asking me such weird questions?" Tiffany asked, an unknown look in her eyes, perhaps a mixture of pain, anger and hurt?
"I-I…" Sonny stuttered and looked at Chad for help.
"We just want to get to know you a little better." Chad defended her. Tiffany stood up and walked outside. From the window they could see her sit on the hood of the car, slouched and staring at the ground.
"I'd say she was a diva, but I get a feeling it really wouldn't fit." Chad huffed and looked over at Sonny.
Poor Sonny looked as though she was going to cry. "Th-they weren't really that bad were they?" She looked over at Chad.
"Nah. Shes just a nut. That's what happens when you live with all those dolls."
Sonny smiled weakly.
The waitress brought their food not long after, and about fifteen minutes later, Tiffany came back in and sat down, eating her steak in silence. Sonny and Chad looked at each other nervously, and ate in silence as well.
Tiffany paid with the Condor card, and then led the way out. Few words passed between the teens. Even as they got into the car, Chad didn't dare ask if he could drive.
The rain had stopped by now, and the radio played loudly, and Tiffany sang along nonchalantly.
"I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry"
Suddenly Tiffany shut the radio off, pulled over to the shoulder, and spoke. "Look, I'm sorry I freaked out on you, I just… it's a long story, but I have trust issues. I don't like spilling things, I'm used to keeping to myself, so… sorry."
"About ti-OW!" Chad rubbed his arm where Sonny smacked it from the back seat.
"That's alright, Tiffany, I really shouldn't have been prying so much. It's just that you're so different from the girls I know."
"Gee, thanks." Sarcasm dripped from Tiffanys voice.
"No no!" Sonny jumped in. "Good different!"
Tiffany chuckled a little to herself.
"But if you ever do want to talk, I'm all ears." She offered the driver, smiling warmly as she gave Chad a look.
"Ye-yeah." Chad said, getting the drift. "Me too."
"Thanks guys." She smiled at them, and for a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, exchanging warm smiles between the three of them, when Tiffany's face suddenly fell.
"What's wrong, Tiff?" Sonny asked, noticing quickly.
"I-I dunno." She stuttered. "Something though."
Chad raised an eyebrow.
Suddenly Tiffany swerved back on the highway and floored it back towards her place. Their speed increased as they zigged and zagged dangerously through cars that honked after them. Sonny and Chad gripped onto whatever they could in fear – and yes, even each other though Chad was in front and Sonny in back. They arrived at Tiffany's house in no time and she all but leaped out of the car.
They could hear Chey howling from outside, and Tiffany fumbled with the keys before unlocking the door and pushing it open.
"Chey!" She shouted as she rushed in. She was met by the cat leaping onto her shoulders shaking and drenched. The carpet beneath them squished as about an inch of water seeped into everything. It sounded as though there was a waterfall in the other room, and Tiffany hastily walked towards the sound as Sonny and Chad entered, dumbfounded as they followed her.
In the laundry room, water was spraying from behind the washer, hitting the cabinets above it, and spreading the water over everything else. Chey let out another yowl as she scrambled off of Tiffany's shoulders – which were bleeding from the cat's claws - and into the other room – probably to higher ground.
"Oh my goodness!" Sonny shouted.
Chad stayed back, trying to keep his hair dry.
"You two – go get some towels!" Tiffany ordered as she reached into the spray of water. The humidity fogged her glasses up, and she felt around blindly for the pipe.
By the time Sonny and Chad got back to the room, she managed to turn the water down, and had pulled the washer out to get a better look. She herself was drenched, and the room reeked of wet wood paneling – which is not a pleasant smell, if you've never smelled it before.
"Chad, can you get the pipe turned off the rest of the way? I can't get it to go any further…" She asked.
"Uhh… sure…" He stepped forward and she gave him directions to which pipe it was, and surprisingly, he shut it off the rest of the way.
"Thanks." She mumbled, catching her breath and grabbing a towel to clean things off.
"Oh my goodness!" Sonny shouted again. "You're bleeding!" Someone had finally noticed Tiffany's shoulders.
The girl gave a glance at them and shrugged. "They'll be fine." She said.
"No." Sonny insisted, grabbing her arm. "Let me help you clean those properly. Chad, takeover cleanup."
"Ha, no." He said sarcastically. "CDC doesn't 'cleanup'. He has people who cleanup for him."
"CDC cleans up for his friends." Sonny said through gritted teeth, getting annoyed with him as she dragged a protesting Tiffany off.
Chad grumbled and grabbed a towel.
*
"OUCH!" Tiffany shouted as Sonny put an alcohol wipe on one of the deeper scratches.
"Calm down. It won't hurt as bad now." Sonny tried.
"I didn't even feel it before you did that."
"I find that hard to believe… this is deep!" Sonny was getting a little fed up with her now. "Gosh, you whine more then Chad – and that's saying something!"
"I heard that!" Chad shouted from the other room.
"Sonny, its just a little scratch… I've had worse trust me."
"It's going to leave a scar." Sonny warned.
Chad walked in and leaned against the doorframe, watching the scene unfold as he dried his arms with the towel he was holding.
It was then that Tiffany leaned forward slightly, grabbed the back of her shirt, and pulled it up about three-quarters of the way. Revealed was a long, nasty looking scar that went down her spine.
"I have my share of scars, trust me." Tiffany grumbled.
Chey hopped down from her cat tree and onto Tiffany's bed, still sopped, and let out a pathetic 'help me' meow.
Tiffany walked over to Chad, took the towel from his hands, and took to drying off the poor cat.