I felt refreshed and ready for a brand new day at Condor Studios. I had a great night of sleep, and decided to avoid Chad as much as possible that day. All I knew is that today was dedicated to letting my best friends cheer me up while I talked things over with them.
I walked over to my closet and started searching through my mass of hanging clothes. After 5 minutes mixing and matching, I decided on a gray t-shirt with a metallic clothespin on the front, a black, tulle skirt, a bright red
cardigan, topped off with lace tights and black patent heels. For my makeup, I chose a jet-black cat eye with dark red lips. For my hair, I sported luscious curls. 'There; I look confident, yet happily single!' I thought. Then I had my daily Honey Bunches of Oats, hugged Mom goodbye, and was off.
As I confidently strode into the Condor Studios entrance, something caught my attention. "Where's Chad?" I thought. "I thought for sure he would be waiting for me at the entrance; the perfect chance for me to exercise pretending he doesn't exist!"
I was just about to walk to prop house when my curiosity overtook me: I had to find out what Chad was up to! Just then, Chastity, the Mack Falls sweetheart, walked up to me.
"Hey, Chas! Do you know where Chad is?" I asked her.
"So you want him back? He said you wouldn't be able to last a week without him!"
"You don't say? Well you can just tell him he couldn't last a day single!"
"Well, anyway, a VERY heartbroken Chad hasn't been seen since early this morning. Why?"
"Just curious. Thanks, anyway, Chastity."
"You're welcome."
Then I walked over to check in his dressing room at Stage 4. When I got there, his door had a sign hanging on the door saying 'Do Not Disturb'. At first I thought he was changing, but the door was cracked open, so I decided to take a little peek. But what I saw caused me to forget the idea of a little peek.
Chad was sitting on the couch with his arm around another girl. The girl was beautiful, with big brown eyes, silky, shiny black hair and wearing a navy blue dress and ankle-length cowboy boot heels. They were watching an old romance movie on Chad's 60" plasma TV. Then, after a moment or two of watching silence, he leaned over closer... closer... and they kissed. All of a sudden, I forgot to hold the door closed, and it swung open, fully exposing me to them. When the door loudly hit the wall, they pulled away and looked over at me. Then, realizing who I was, Chad's jaw dropped open. With a loud sob and tear filled eyes, I ran away. As I was making my run for it, I heard the girl say, "Who was that, Honey?" Then I heard Chad say, "Just hold on a second, Giuliana." I knew he was going to chase after me; that's one thing I enjoyed about Chad when we were dating: he always acted like a gentleman, despite his cockiness.
I ran as hard as I could for about 5 minutes until I found a costume closet somewhere in Stage 5, where Tween Gladiators was shot. I didn't bother to flip the light switch, just in case Chad was to walk by and see it on. I found a nice seat on a prop couch, and started crying, again, while hugging a pillow. It seemed I had gotten used to hurt, by then. Sad, right? Once Chad found me, he just stood there at the door, letting the light stream in, seeming at a loss to do. Then, I finally broke the silence. "Chad, we need to talk. Not as boyfriend and girlfriend, not as exes, and not as enemies; just…people." "I agree." He said quietly as the lights flickered on. Then he walked over to sit by me on the old couch. "So you saw?" he asked me.
"Y-yeah."
"I'm sorry."
A moment of silence passed on for about 30 seconds.
"Sonny, I know I've messed up….big time."
"You did. Only this time, I'm the one getting punished; it's costing us our relationship."
"No, Sonny; I take full blame. This is all my fault."
Oh great. Here comes Mr. Perfect Gentleman, Just another reason to miss him.
"Well, I guess this means we're breaking up, officially?"
"Sonny, you have no idea how much this breaks my heart."
"Thank you, Chad. I'm actually glad this happened, or else I would've never seen the real you, so thank you, Chad, thank you."
I started to get up and leave, but he grabbed me by the arm.
"Sonny, wait."
I turned around to look at him. Then he closed his eyes and kissed me; it was a bitter kiss that stung my lips when we pulled away- but yet, I savored it. It was the last time I'd ever be kissed by Chad Dylan Cooper.
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Or is it?
