Sonny Munroe gently stroked the soft brown artificial fur of one her best friends. She played with its smooth ears and its velvet maroon bowtie. She fiddled with its paws and tenderly kissed the top of its head lovingly. She remembered the day it was given to her; one of the last things she remembered about her dad.
He had given it to her as a gift. She had just gotten off the stage after her lead performance in her school's play. Her father had run up to hug her, and pulled a small, soft, and furry teddy bear from behind his back. With a big smile and a wink, he placed it in her small hands. As soon as she returned home, little Sonny set it on her pillow, flashing a toothy grin as she fixed its bowtie.
It was early autumn then. And ten years later, as Sonny Munroe sat in her dressing room in Condor Studios, she cradled her precious memoir to her chest and allowed a single tear to escape. It landed on the toy's (well, it was hardly a toy. To her, it meant much more) head and flowed down to its button nose.
"Sonny?"
Sonny's head whirled around to face the perfect visage of Chad Dylan Cooper himself. The comedienne quickly wiped away any traces of salty water from her eyes and clutched her bear close.
"Cooper," she said smugly.
"What's that you got there?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and nodding casually at the item held tightly in Sonny's arms.
She turned it away protectively and replied, "Nothing that concerns you."
Chad walked briskly around the attentive brunette to get a better view of what she was holding. He got a slight glimpse of brown fur…and ears…
"Aw, does sweet little Sonny Munroe have a teddy bear?" he asked cockily whilst crossing his arms.
Sonny pouted a little. "No," she forced. She didn't want Chad, the three-named jerk face of Hollywood, to know she still slept, carried around, and cherished a child's play thing.
"What did you name it?" Chad asked with a smirk, not really caring as he circled around the girl.
"Awohumm," she mumbled into it.
"Pardon?"
"Autumn, I named it Autumn," she answered more clearly.
Without warning, Chad snatched the bear in his large (but oh-so-dreamy) hands and his face twisted as he looked into its beady eyes. He danced around the room with it, tossing it in the air and barely making the catch as gravity caused it fall back down.
Sonny stood up, enraged, and started after him.
"What are you, five?" she screeched as he twirled the bear's bowtie around its neck.
"You're such a jerk, Chad!"
She didn't mean to, but tears began pouring out of her eyes. His cheeks flushed red when the boy in front of her realized what he had done. He looked from the soft brown fur of the bear to Sonny's soft brown eyes and immediately handed it over.
"I-I'm sorry, Sonny, I didn't mean to--"
Sonny hugged the treasured memoir tight and shook her head. "It's fine," she choked out, collapsing onto the couch and burying her face into the fur of the toy.
Chad sat down next to her placed a hand on her back. Without knowing exactly what she was doing, Sonny leaned against the boy who had hurt her feelings ten seconds ago and instantly felt better when he wrapped his arms around her.
"Sonny, I'm sorry, I didn't think--"
"No, you didn't think," she interrupted with a sob. "This is the only memory of my dad that my mother let me keep." She adjusted her furry friend's bowtie and sighed sadly. "I miss him," she finished with another round of tears.
Chad just nodded in understanding and Sonny thought she felt his lips on top of her head for a brief moment, but she wasn't sure.
A few minutes later, Chad spoke up. "Why did you name it Autumn?" he asked, truly interested now in what Sonny had to say.
Sonny shrugged. "My dad gave it to me in autumn, and then every week after that he gave me a bowtie to go with it. I have a green one and blue one, and this dark red one."
"That's it?" he asked.
Sonny nodded. "The night after he gave me this red one, he died," she responded with a shiver.
Chad pulled her closer to him and gently stroked her hair.
"It's alright, Sonshine. I've got you."
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The next day, Sonny found a yellow bowtie taped to her dressing room door with a note attached. She slid inside and held the tie securely in her hand as she read the messy script with a smile.
For Autumn.
Again, probably nothing what anyone expected, which is good and bad? I like to think good. I like putting a different twist on things.
Also, Sonny and Chad are not dating in this. I read it over and thought I should specify, just in case.
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