Author's Note: As promised, here is today's second chapter! :D


Chapter 8: A Guitar & Micky D's

(Sonny)

"Come in," I said, wondering who it was at the door. I was relieved to see that it was my mother. Mom peeked around the door, cautiously scanning the room in the process, and entered quietly. I noticed that she had changed from her work clothes into a pair of jeans and a comfortable top, so she must have stopped home.

Then I noticed what she had in her hands, and I squealed with delight. I immediately slapped my hand over my mouth and looked over to make sure I hadn't woken Chad up. He shifted in his sleep but that was it. I let out the breath that I had been holding, and turned my attention back to Mom, who was holding my most prized possession: my guitar.

It had been in the shop for the past few days, getting its yearly checkup. Replaced strings... restained wood... Stuff like that. I had played guitar since I was 10, and even though I was technically better at the piano, I loved the guitar best of all. I mean... It's kind of difficult to drag a baby grand around with you. A guitar was much more portable.

My mom handed me the guitar case. "After the day that you've had, I thought I could surprise you by going to pick this up," she told me with a smile on her face.

I put the case on my lap and popped it open. I stared at my beautiful guitar, and I grinned from ear to ear. "Thanks Mom!" I exclaimed, "It's perfect!" I removed my precious instrument from its padded case and fingered it lovingly.

"I figured if you were going to be here for awhile, then you should at least have something to entertain yourself with," Mom replied. "And I'm sure waking up to your wonderful singing would certainly brighten Chad's day." she raised her eyebrows at me, and I couldn't help but laugh.

It was kind of a private joke between us. I'd actually never sung anything for anybody besides my parents before. I was just too embarrassed. I looked over at Chad, who was still soundly sleeping, and softly strummed a few chords. I smiled. Somehow my guitar always managed to calm me down.

I placed the guitar down on the foot of Chad's bed, just as my stomach let out a very loud growl. It was then that I realized that I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. (I never DID get to eat any lunch... Remember?)

My mom let out a small laugh. "I'm guessing that's your not-so-subtle way of telling me that you're hungry?" she joked.

I blushed pink, holding my hand to my stomach. "Would you like me to pick up anything for you?" she continued.

I thought popped into my head. "How about McDonald's?" I asked pleadingly, giving her my irresistible puppy dog eyes. Now my mom was NOT a big fan of fast food, but to my surprise, she reached over and wrapped me up in a big hug.

"I'm so proud of you," she murmured into my ear. "The doctor told me everything about what happened, and what you did. You really are the best daughter in the world. And the best friend," she finished, indicating Chad next to me.

"Mom," I said, with a fake exasperated tone, "You know that Chad and I aren't friends! We're more like... Um..." Suddenly, the perfect word popped into my head. "Frienemies!" I said. "That's what we are! We are absolutely nothing more than friendly enemies!"

Mom gave me "that look" again. She knew I wasn't telling the whole truth, but she seemed to decide to save this conversation for a later date, which relieved me. I didn't exactly feel like discussing my possible feelings for Chad Dylan Cooper with him right there. Talk about awkward.

"Well," Mom said, getting up and brushing off her pants, "I'll go get you that horribly greasy food that you adore so much." She rolled her eyes. "You're lucky that you're such an amazing daughter, or you would be having a healthy sandwich from Subway for dinner instead of Micky D's!" I smiled at that.

She smiled back, gently kissed my forehead, and exited the room with a wink.

Soon, my eyelids began to droop. I tried resting by sitting on my chair with my head in my hand, but after a while my arm grew numb and I was forced to move my position.

I glanced over at Chad, and realized that he had partially turned onto his side in his sleep, leaving the left side of the bed, the side I was next to, completely unoccupied. I nervously looked at him. Then, swallowing my pride, I climbed onto the bed - on top of the covers - curled into a tight ball - the furthest away from Chad that I could possibly muster, my back to him - and fell asleep almost instantly.


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