The F a l l i n g Game
Sonny Monroe is not a tease. At least she claims she's not a tease. Chad Dylan Cooper begs to differ by the way her skirt is rising up against her bare thigh and her lips are feverishly attached to his.
AN: I'm sorry. Actually, sorry can't even describe what I feel. Obviously, as you guys could probably tell, I took a break. It was unexpected, and I cannot apologize enough for leaving all of you hanging when you all had been so good to me. I am resurrecting this story. Not promising how frequent updates will be, because I almost have no time. I want to kind of apologize for this chapter in advance- Originally, I had a chapter before this, but realized it was unnecessary, so cut it. That then meant that I had to write this out as a Sonny POV, instead of Chad, and let me tell you, easier said then done, haha. It isn't as, well for lack of a better word, 'mature' as my other chapters, because while I've been trying to get back into the characters, I easily found Chad, and Sonny seemed to be a little harder… And the end? Yeah… I apologize. It sucks. Not as funny. I know blahblahblah. Chad is next, I'll be back with it, I promise. Anyways! I hope you enjoy it, regardless! Not much Chad, but soon enough I'll be making up for it!
Chapter 6
In which Sonny Munroe is not a whore, becomes violent, and ends up in jail with a hobo cross-dresser.
Here's the thing: Sonny Munroe is beginning to realize that over the years she's made a couple of bad decisions. Ok, fine, a couple of very bad decisions.
Sure, she has good intentions and noble morals, but all her plans seem to fall apart in the end. A totally random example being the 'Peace Picnic', which started as a peaceful picnic to heal the open wounds of rivalry, and ended with pants with holes on the butt and extremely sore backs. Then there was the whole fake fan thing, which wasn't a complete loss, because Chad did have to wear the stupid beard… Oh! And the disaster that was suppose to be prom, don't get her started on that. And the matchmaking incident between Ms. Bitterman and Marshall, and the Tawni troubles with Hayden and her momager. Then the whole Blossom Scout cookie thing, followed closely by the Gassie incident- and yes, you get the point.
But Sonny never second-guessed any of these things.
So, when did she begin to second-guess things? Not when she invited Jack to visit her, and surprisingly not even when she accepted Tawni's ridiculous bet (which she should of really known better, but whatever.). She didn't even question herself when she flung her Staciialter ego into Chad Dylan Cooper's awaiting lap, and certainly not when she initiated the whole fake dating. Ok, maybe she questioned herself a little bit, but not enough to, you know, back out and pretend the whole horrific event never, ever happened; she didn't realize it when she got, er, stuck on Jack's lap, not when she was pulled into a bathroom during dinner by Tawni, nor when she started to list her likes and dislikes to Chad on a late night phone call, while he promptly blew raspberries through the line. She didn't even realize it when Tawni's car broke down on the way to Disneyland, or when she had to walk three and a half miles to some Podunk gas station for no apparent reason.
No, her bad decision-making didn't really hit her until that night, when she was sitting in the back of a cop car, covered in spaghetti sauce and soot, contemplating what she could of possibly done to avoid this whole ordeal.
Maybe it'd be better if she starts at the beginning…
It's Saturday morning, and Sonny is functioning on three hours of sleep and just about ready to scream.
Loudly.
Last night, during dinner, in a subtle bathroom break (meaning she called it the little ladies room or something else really stupid and dragged her by the arm), Tawni decided to inform her that she had this fantabulous idea and had taken the kind-hearted initiative (not going to lie, Sonny was impressed that Tawni knew what such big words meant) to organize Saturday as a whole day of couple-y fun (which automatically de-impressed her). Yep, Tawni's words exactly, which really indicate red flags right then and there, sending off some sort of mental alarm of something that Sonny should put all her effort into avoiding.
And trust her when she says that usually she would politely decline the offer, and not partake in such a recipe for disaster. Because, really, anyone with a brain could tell that sticking Chad and Jack together in a car- in the middle of summer, on a Saturday, no less- to get to Disneyland was, in lack of a better adjective, stupid. Which brings Sonny back to the point that it was Tawni's idea.
The problem was (and trust her, there is always a problem) that she was already one day behind on her whole Jack-jealousy-dating-madly-in-love-with-her thing. And as Tawni had so very kindly, and so not obviously, pointed out several times during dinner, (you know, bringing it up in regular conversation: There are four ice cubes in my pink lemonade!, and Chad and Jack both have four letters in their name!, and When I was four I was a child model!, and That girl is a four eyes!, and, Sonny's personal favorite: Four days and it will be Tuesday night, time flies when you're pretty!. Yes, by the end of the night Sonny really wanted to stick a four-k in Tawni's French tipped hand…) she only had four days until the half way mark of Jack's trip, which also stood as the halfway mark of her mission, which was the halfway of the bet, which means she should be almost dating Jack. By Tuesday. Which was now three days away. And she was still 'dating' Chad.
Ya know, if it wasn't under the circumstances she's facing, Sonny might think that she's a little bit of a whore.
Sonny snaps out of her thoughts due to a car horn, signaling her day of 'fun' is about to begin. Joy. Did she mention it's seven o'clock in the morning? Because it is. And she went to bed at four, after spending all night talking to a certain blond-haired, egoistical, teen-heart throb, who also happened to be the worst fake boyfriend in the world.
Seriously, the worst.
Why does she say this? Well, last night, while they walked Sunset Boulevard, fulfilling almost every teen movie cliché ever (besides the fact they didn't kiss or hold hands or gaze into each other's eyes or profess their love for one another, or, you know, touch, but she doesn't really care anyway, because it's not like she has to, or even wants to, kiss him, no, in fact, she's glad he didn't touch her, because he has cooties and is some sort of black hole of a person, and who wants to be touched by someone like that?), she realized that they're suppose to be dating, and most seven year old girls probably knows more about her then he does. Which, in her eyes, was a serious problem that needed to be fixed immediately, because, fake or not, they were now both in a relationship, together, as in a joint commitment, and if you're in a joint commitment, you should know basic things about each other.
So, when she got home, Sonny took the liberty of typing up a list of all her favorite things (which may or may not have been 18 pages long after she edited out all the excess facts, and left only the most important ones, but she did use point 14 font, and spaced the lines with 1.5 space, which is practically double-spacing, so who's really counting, anyway), and emailed it to Chad. Who, in return, promptly called her and demanded (not asked, not inquired, and certainly not politely questioned) what the hel- uhm, heck it was. She admits that she may have gotten a tad carried away when she explained every single item on the list for a good five hours, but it is extremely important, and in her defense, her explanations would have gone a lot faster if Chad hadn't started blowing raspberries around hour two and not fallen asleep somewhere in between her 'Favorite Movie' (10 Things I Hate About You, appropriately, or not so appropriately, depending on how you want to look at it) and her 'Favorite Water Activity (When it's Not Warm Enough to Swim)' (Boating, just FYI). She refused to completely repeat the one's he missed, and will not feel one ounce of guilt if Chad ever finds his self in need of the vital information that he valued his sleep over.
Really, she won't.
Since 'dating', she's found her self to be more independent then ever before.
She is woman, hear her roar!
RO- BEEP!
Oh, right. Car. Waiting.
She rolls her eyes as she leaves her apartment, quickly making her way down the two flights of stairs, and out to the curb, where Tawni's red BMW 135i is stationed. Tawni is sitting at the wheel, the empty passenger's seat next to her, with her hand out the window, extending a road map to Sonny, while two fully-grown guys, one blond, one dark-haired, are in the backseat with their legs awkwardly placed, trying to fit.
She can already tell this is going to be an extremely long two, or so, hours.
But see, that's where she's sort of wrong.
In fact, the trip only lasts approximately 53 minutes, not to say it's not a long enough time.
And not to say they actually got to Disney.
The first 14 minutes of the drive started like this (and Sonny won't get carried away with descriptions, only commenting in places that really count, because honestly, the whole situation speaks for itself, literally):
"Ow! Ali, tell your boyfriend to keep his elbow to himself."
"Hey! Watch it, fairy! I'll stick my gorgeous, modelesque elbows wherever they desire to be." (Yes, he seriously just said that.)
"I'm sorry, Chad, I'm not trying to get you upset, it's just your elbow is jabbing into my side, which I don't understand, being that you have plenty of room."
"What yo talkin' 'bout, fool! Yo wimp! Deal wit it! Plenty ovuh room? Hell to the naw! I ain't got no room up in this joint!"
"Ok, Young Cheesey, stop with the gangster talk. Get over it. You're not Snoop, Weezy, or Fiddy Cent. You can't even be classified as MC Hammer. You sound stupid."
"Whatever, Blondie. You're just jealous you're not a ghetto thug like me."
"Chad, you're a privileged, fair haired, soap star. That's not ghetto."
"Sonny, you had no need to comment."
"Chad, you're being obnoxious."
"I know a song that will get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves, I know a song that will get your nerves, and this is how it-"
"Really, Chad, really?"
"Oh, come on, Sonny. We're really back to that?"
"Are you two having trouble?"
"He is always a trouble, but it only makes our love grow stronger, right, Chaddy?"
"Yeah, birdy boy, I'm always- Hey! Wait a minute! No I'm-"
"Will all three of you shut up? I'm trying to drive, here!"
"Tawni, you're suppose to-"
"Shh!"
"Tawni, you're suppose-"
"Shh!"
"TURN!"
Screechhhh!
"I have an idea, let's play the quiet game."
"Oh, I'm a red chested bird, and I have nothing interesting to say, so I'll recommend a stupid game-"
"Ok, license plate game!"
That bright idea of Sonny's only lasted about four minutes.
"I'm bored." Chad yawns, and Sonny's starting to realize it's always Chad. Chad is always bored, and Chad is always annoyed, and Chad is always so CHADCHADCHAD.
Which sounds an awful lot like STABSTABSTAB. Which she kind of wants to do, preferably with a spork into Chad's arm or eye. She's not a particularly needy or petty person, so she'll accept either opportunity.
"Maybe you should sleep, you look tired."
Sonny counts her lucky stars for Jack, because she has absolutely no idea what she would do without him and his beautiful, Texan accented, glorious ideas.
"I know. I have freaking circles under my eyes. And it's Sonny's fault. She kept me up all night talking on the phone about this stupid list and some stupid movie called '7 Things' or something numbery, which is supposedly about this gay, Australian, sinister, underage drinking, Batman hating clown, who lives in the mountains and takes woodshop, and makes some bet with a poetry loving, cat owning feminist about a guitar, because she flashed a teacher so they can play paintball, and then they go to prom with Anne Hathaway and some cowboys in some place called Brokeback, but they want to be in an east coast school, but the Obi Wan dad refuses, but then hot blond Bianca comes up and goes totally badass, and there's something about Mel Gibson and a parrot…or maybe it's a patriarch…" He pauses for a minute. "Oh! And there's a French speaking nerd, who sings or something. I don't know, I kind of started dosing off at some point."
Suddenly, images of sporks and Chad's eyeballs rolling across the floor are overtaking her thoughts.
The car falls silent, and Sonny wants to hit Jack for even bringing up any indication that he actually wanted Chad to talk. Instead, she follows her natural instinct, and hits Chad with the map in her hand (which she so craftily folded to closely resemble a paddle), because Jack is far too amazing to ever inflict any pain on whatsoever. And she says that in a totally friendly, platonic, not Jack dating, completely not whorish way. Yep.
De-Nile is only a river in Egypt.
Before she can even realize what's happening, the map slips from her hand, unfortunately missing the now smirking Chad, and flies out the open window (which, in her defense, shouldn't of been open anyway, but they were going by some factory or something of some sort, and Tawni happened to like the smell of it). This seriously could not get any worse.
"Sonny! That was the only map we had!" The screechier, female, yet only slightly more feminine, blonde shrieks. "Now we have to use the GPS!"
Or maybe it could get worse.
"You mean instead of me having to give you turn-by-turn directions, we could've been using it the whole time."
"I guess, it's just the lady is so annoying! She says route like 'ruh-out' instead of 'ruh-ute'. And she's always telling me where to go! Nobody tells Tawni Hart anything."
Sonny then proceeds to plug her ears and hum to herself, and focus herself on the sea of red tail lights ahead, blocking everyone else in the car out, because they're seriously that annoying. Sans Jack. He's perfectly fine. Which could be taken in a literal or figurative way. Not a whore, not a whore, not a whore…
She's starting to realize that while she is becoming more of a woman, it's not just her independence she has gained. Along with her womanhood, she's picking up some new traits. Including the fact she's becoming less and less of a patient person, and her goody-two-shoes ways are slowly fading. She would be a little upset about the fact if it weren't for her current irritation and ill temper.
Lalalalalalalalalalalala-
"Please proceed to the highlighted ruh-out, and then your ruh-out guidance will start. Ruh-out guidance is now starting."
Hmm, she kind of understands where Tawni is coming from…
Only 84 minutes remaining. She can do it. Except they're turning off the highway. Unplugging her ears, she folds her hands in her lap. Why are they turning off the highway?
"Why are we turning off the highway?"
Tawni rolls her eyes, as if what Sonny is asking is common knowledge, and Sonny wants to knock her perfect, well-kept head right off her shoulders. Violence seems to be the only answer these days. Sporks, eye gauging, head knocking- what will she come up with next?
"Because it's the fastest route."
Sonny moves the position pointer around the digital map, and finds that they have to go a back road, and on to another exit, where they can get back on the highway, while avoiding traffic. The car falls to silence, and Sonny decides that maybe this whole ordeal won't be so bad after all. She just needs to be patience. She can do it. Just take deep breaths, in, out, in, out- She's totally doing it!
This plan goes well until Tawni (stupid, stupid Tawni) decides to turn on the radio, and immediately an auto tuned pop song violates Sonny's ears, raping her mind. Seriously, it's called personal space.
"I. Love. This. Song." She squeals, and Sonny is about to ready to rip off her ears, because it's that song by the alcoholic, Mick Jagger loving, money sign girl. And then she seriously is about ready to rip off her ears, because Tawni is singing along, sounding even worse then the song itself. "I've got glitter on my eyes, stockings all ripped up the sides, looking sick and sexyfied, so let's-"
"Change the station!" Sonny quickly hits the scan button.
"And I need you now tonight! BAM! And I need you more then evah-"
Only Tawni could ruin one of her favorite songs (which happened to be on her list, 'Favorite Love Song- Needing and Helpless Category').
Scan.
"'Cause I duhug my key into the side-"
Scan.
"Na na na nan a COME ON!"
Scan.
"Sex in the air! I don't care!"
Wasn't that literally on the last station?
Scan.
"I am in missssery!"
Yes, she really is.
Scan. Scan. SCAN. SCAN! SCANSCANSCAN!
'Tiny Dancer' fills the speakers, and Sonny smiles, retracting her hand from the radio dial. This was her and Jack's song when they were dating, and is one of her favorite songs of all time (just ask Chad. No, she's totally being sarcastic, he'd have no idea…but seriously, it's listed on her list of favorites as 'Favorite Song- Of All Time'). She loves oldies.
Tawni pouts, and whines: "I don't know this song."
Perfect. Sonny closes her eyes and begins to hum along.
"Ali knows this song, don't you, Al?"
Sonny turns back and looks at Jack, who has a grin plastered on his face, and she can't help but smirk and think: VICTORY!
"I sure do- Oh! Remember that time we were at that dance, and I had that blue dress on, but-"
"Sonny knows this song too! Don't you, my precious Sonbeaming, Sonfleur?"
Oh, right. Chad. She had kind of forgotten he was in the car. And what's up with all the nickname-y, matchy-matchy, French terms? And acting like Ali and Sonny are two different people? Weird.
"I know this song too!" Tawni huffs, obviously annoyed that all the focus has shift off of her. She takes a breath, and begins to open her mouth, and-
Scan.
Sonny really wishes she didn't have to do that.
"Keep this song on!" Chad yells from the back of the car, and Sonny is extremely confused, she's never heard the song before, but it sounds kind of-
"My name is Tawni! I'm not scrawny! Fly, oh my, just out of a salon-y, Got a dress to try-on-y, made out of chiffon-y, you can look, but if you touch, I'll scratch your eyes out- Pretty as a picture, sweeter then-"
Then, the car stops, the only benefit being the radio stopped too, thank God. But still, Sonny is about to flip a Shih Tzu, as in the cute little teacup dogs? Yes. She loves them- Or maybe it's Yorkies she loves, but then- Oh, right, car. Stopped. Crisis.
"Tawni, why did the car stop?"
"Do you think we'd be stopped if I knew? Geeze, Sonny, for someone who claims to be smart, you're really stupid."
Jack gets out of the car, and Sonny follows, being that Tawni wouldn't get her hands dirty, and Chad wouldn't even think of looking at others getting their hands dirty. And he's still sitting, muttering something about Kanye. He's so weird.
Jack opens the hood of the car, bending over to get a closer look, and Sonny just stands there practically dying of absolute gorgeousness as his shirt rises a little against his tan, muscular back. Seriously, he could bake cookies. On his body. Because it's so hot. Sizzle.
It's just- holy mother of cow, so many inappropriate thoughts.
Wait, why is he standing up? No, no- GET BACK DOWN. Life is not fair. This is upsetting, she so wasn't done fantasizing about him and car oil and leather and- Ok, his mouth is moving- Oh he's talking, ok… Concentrate, Sonny, concentrate.
"I'm sorry, I spaced, what?"
Jack smiles his perfect little grin, and runs his oily hand through his hair, causing little smudges of dirt to line his forehead. Adorable. "I said nothing is wrong under the hood, so I'm guessing we need to check the gas."
If Tawni forgot to fill up the gas, she might actually go on a murderous rampage.
And you think she's kidding… No. She's dead serious. Lately, the idea of violence seems to enthrall her. Especially when it involves sporks, heads, eyeballs, and two blond people who she wouldn't mind pushing off the face of the universe.
"Tawni!" Sonny storms over the driver's side of the car, and swings the door open, while the blonde keeps filing her nails. "Did you fill the tank up with gas before we left?"
Tawni stops, her gaze shifting up to Sonny, while the rest of her face contorts into some sort of scrunch. "Gas?"
Facepalm. She has got to be kidding. "Yeah, you know, the smelly stuff that makes the car go vroom?"
"I know what gas is, Sonny." Tawni scoffs, flipping her hair. "And for your information, the gas dial clearly reads- Oh."
Oh. OH! That's all she has to say for herself? It's below 'E', which Sonny didn't even think was possible. And then an iPhone is suddenly shoved into her face.
"Nearest gas station is about three and a half miles away." Oh, Sonny forgot Chad existed for a minute. No wonder things seemed so peaceful and happy. "I'll call a tow truck." How oddly helpful… Maybe when the car stopped, Chad hit his head or something.
"Nah, that'll take too long. I can walk." Sonny turns around, coming face-to-chest with Jack, who she swears must be a superhero.
Jack in spandex and tights- Sweet bejesus, why does she do this to herself?
Before her brain has completely unmushified and can comprehend that it's in the mid-90's outside and they're in the middle of nowhere, her mouth opens itself and says: "I'll go with you!"
And it even has the audacity to smile afterwards.
Stupid mouth.
Upon reaching the gas station, after an almost two hour walk, Sonny was wondering what possessed Jack to have such an utterly stupid idea.
He claimed it beat sitting in a sweltering car for two hours, which she didn't agree with until half way through mile two, when decided to hitch a ride on Jack's back. Which she swears wasn't satisfactory at all. Girl Scout's honor.
It also wasn't enjoyable to see him all hot and sweaty and delicious.
Did she mention she's not a Girl Scout? No? Well good then, because she's totally lying.
However, by the time they got there, explained their situation, got a canister of gas, and called Tawni, Chad had already called a tow truck, and they were waiting outside the station for them.
To say the least, Sonny was not very happy.
And the night only got worse.
After scraping the Disneyland idea (thankfully), the four amigos (may Sonny add the 'amigo' term should be taken very lightly, if considered at all) got themselves cleaned up, and decided to catch an early dinner and then go to a movie.
Which just sounded absolutely fantastic and out of anything in the whole wide world, Sonny would choose that very thing to do.
So, obviously, when they arrive at the restaurant and the staff refuses to seat them, Sonny decides to take her frustrations out on an innocent tray of plates, which flung spaghetti everywhere, including all over her and her 'amigos'. Unsurprisingly, Chad was the one who shrieked.
Totally not her fault, her arm just slipped.
At least, that's how she explains it to the sleazy looking manager of the Italian restaurant, whose hair looks like it was sealed in superglue. At least he was understanding, though.
"OUT!"
Yes indeed, he just yelled at the top of his lungs.
And Sonny, who was not in the mood just responded with a trifling, yet stearn: "Make me."
In her defense, at least she did something. The other three just sat there like bumbling idiots. Except for Jack, who sat there like an attractive, bumbling idiot, and did a little cough thing that signaled her to stop. But, regardless, they might as well have not even been there at all.
So, as the manager called the cops, Sonny realized she was going in alone, and decided to attempt to make a run for it, but instead slipped on Spaghetti sauce, and grabbed onto a tablecloth to try to keep her balance, sending a candle through the air and landing directly on a curtain. Which was apparently flammable.
At least the back of a cop car was a lot more comfortable then expected, giving her a cushioned place to repeatedly hit her head while she contemplated how exactly she got into the situation in the first place, and how stupid she truly was.
And that?
That's how Sonny Munroe ends up stuck in a jail cell with a person who she can't quite determine if they're a boy or a girl, but likes to hum, is dressed in an outfit that could only be considered the outfit of someone who was raised by a family of street clowns and prostitutes, and adds the word 'toots' to the end of everything he/she says.
And wouldn't you know, she has to wait five hours until being bailed out, because Tawni wouldn't leave her date, Jack was obviously drugged or something by his date, and Chad decided he rather watch the movie first, and then bail his 'girlfriend' out.
Safe to say, Chad is now 'fake single'.
Or, as the case may be, real single.
AN: Again, I apologize. Especially for the bad ending. Hope it was at least semi-enjoyable though! Drop a review, constructive criticism is always welcome :) How did you feel about the chapter? What do you want to see happen? Do you want to do things to Jack? (I do...) Let me know! I don't bite.
