Okay, here is the final chapter of Get Back. Pretty good outcome I guess :) You guys are awesome and I would like to thank:
Poetryandpray, Fluffness, Prettykittykat23, Adoxography Angelus- for reviewing Chapter 1.
Fluffness and Adoxography Angelus- Chapter 2.
Prettykittykat23, poetryandprayer, and Adoxography Angelus- Chapter 3.
Adoxography Angelus, Fluffness, and Hiilani- Chapter 4.
Adoxography Angelus, Hiilani, poetryandprayer, and Fluffness- Chapter 5.
Poetryandprayer, Fluffness, BrandNewEyes929, and Sarahsota- Chapter 6.
Fluffness- Chapter 7.
SonnyButterflyxx1, .dreamer, Gryffindorchic2- Chapter 8.
So, not many reviews, but tons of consistency. I love consistency! Anyways, I'm hoping to be able to advance in my writing. This story seemed so amateur to me and I hope to fix that as I move through life freely. Here we go. It's just a cute little ending.
"And I hope you're happy wherever you are."
~Miley Cyrus: I hope you find it ~
Monday- June 4, 2010
Dear Diary,
I'm trying my best not to blow everything. I've learned from the past, I'm trying to live right for now, and I'm planning for the future. Is there more I should be doing? Should I try to excel past So Random!? I've made my start.
After the incident last week, I know how lucky I am. It's happened tons of times to other kids and they weren't as fortunate as me. I had someone there for me (even when they were unwanted). I figure I had always taken things for granted. Like a safe hometown in Wisconsin. We never worried about the dark alleys or the creeps that stalk the streets, searching for some young girl.
And Chad seemed to have learned something, also- no one wins with a head but- but that's not significant right now. Diary, I'm at home writing about something that I'll never forget. Chad is my hero, of course, now I owe him one big time. But I, fortunately, have just the way to make it up to him. He's been practically begging me to give him a… what was? Third chance?
I can help but to accept. As much as he's let me down, he's always come from behind me and swooped me up from the gravel and dirt. I swear, I could write a novel on whiplash, and the whole thing would revolve around him.
Yesterday, he acted all chivalrous and knight-like; I thought someone had control of his mind. He held the door open for me, pulled out my chair, waited for me when my cast ran off to the prop house to experiment on a watermelon, and sat with my cast instead of his own (throwing his image out on the line). The list went on and how do I repay him? I slyly refuse his offers because I'm too afraid to get hurt. Whether I have to run on set or get home to my mother, I never speak with him directly.
I get all 'weak-kneed' and tend to lose myself to time. Why was I made so vulnerable and sensitive? Why me?
If I enter his vicinity I feel butterflies crawl through my skin and lift me up onto a thin cloud. If I take a wrong step, I could fall to the world below, but I have a feeling that he'll be there to catch me this time. If he's not, then I'll just have to strangle him.
I'm just kidding, Diary.
Anyway, I figure if I head down to the studio now, I can make it in time to catch him at the door. What can I say? I'm hopelessly (scratched out words) stuck being a people pleaser.
I'm gone, Diary. I'll write more later, so you're coming with me.
Hopelessly 'pleasing',
Sonny
Sonny shoved her diary into her pack and let her eyes flit around her room before landing on her cell phone. She let her fingers play over it before confining it to the small bag, also.
Although she knew her mother would expect her to eat something, she was running low on time. Sonny rushed down the hall to the living room, igniting her mother to move full circle with a plate of pancakes. "What's the rush, Sweetheart?" her mother glanced around her arm to find the time, "You have another hour-"
Sonny reached out for a pancake to please her mother, but was quickly rejected. "Mom, I have to work early."
"Not without a decent breakfast you won't," she remarked and set the pancakes down on the side table, "Come on, you ruined my breakfast-in-bed surprise. Are we going to have to 'work this out'?" her mother teased with a grin.
"Mom," Sonny smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry, but I really have to get to the studio. It's important."
"Life or death?"
"…No?" Sonny drew out. Her mother quickly retorted.
"Then sit down. Food," she explained, picking up the platter of cakes, "is always life or death." Sonny inwardly rolled her eyes and followed her mother to the dining area, taking up a comfortable position in the chair closer to the door. Sonny picked up her fork before her mother placed the first pancake on her plate, hastily withdrawing her hand as her daughter stabbed at the food. "What's this all about?"
Sonny looked up to her mother's eyes, cheeks puffing out. She paused to swallow, "There's just something I need to do." She half-heartedly responded. Her mother smiled.
"Is it about a boy?" she gushed, "Oh my, is it about that Chad fellow?" Sonny felt herself blush, bowing her head closer to her plate.
"Mom," she smiled meekly.
"Oh, it is, isn't it?" her mother bounced as she sat, "When do I get to have him over for dinner? We could buy him a cute T-shirt with a funny slogan." She suggested fondly.
"Uh, mom, I don't think he's the type for funny slogans." Her mother dropped all emotion and shrugged. Sonny scooped the last of the doughy breakfast into her mouth and kissed her mother's cheek hastily, murmuring a 'goodbye'.
Sonny pressed her back against the seat of her car and watched as Chad strutted into the studio. She couldn't do it. Why couldn't she do it? All she needed to do was get out of the car and say his name. There was nothing to it, and she couldn't do it?
She exhaled, puffing up her cheeks, and allowed him to leave her sight… for one second. She drew in a breath and hastily clicked the button of her seatbelt. Bolting out of the car, she locked the truck and ran towards the doors.
If she couldn't just push her legs a little harder, she could catch him before he made it to his set. The brunette slowed her pace as she entered the building, and power walked down the hall, trying to not draw attention. "Hey, Sonny," Josh chided, holding out a stack of mail.
She kept going and requested he leave it in her dressing room. "I really think you need to see this." He reprimanded, only to be denied. He withdrew his hand and pushed the rusty cart down to Stage 3.
She found my way to Stage 2 with ease and snuck inside. She slipped around the director and hid behind a lone fern as Chad droned on about the water at the Falls. The script was cheesy and dramatic and just plain bad overall. But it got tons of views, which she would never understand. Sonny figured it had to do with too much drama and the fact that Chad was in it.
Sonny knew from when he faltered that he had caught her eye. So much for being sneaky.
Sonny flashed him her own dazzling smile and offered a small wave. His eyes flickered back to Portlyn as they argued about water and bottles. She knew he didn't really want to see her after how ungrateful she had been to him, but she had finally come to her senses. Sonny just had to hope he would accept and forgive her for flying off the handle and being unsympathetic towards him.
A stagehand came by and swiftly picked up the plant and carried it off, leaving her exposed. The bubbly brunette straightened up and placed a hand on her hip, the other on her head as she stepped from one foot to the other. Skylar walked by as she tried to hide my face, pulling strands of hair over her facial expression. Sonny must've looked as idiotic as she felt because Chad began to sputter a word and then laugh.
His director called 'cut' and ordered a break. Portlyn flipped her hair and followed Chad's gaze to their companion stumbling over a chord or two. She popped her hip out to where Sonny thought she would've needed surgery, and propped her hand on it- snob.
Chad shook his head and snuck over to her, leaving a dumbfounded Portlyn, "What're you doing here?"
"I…" Sonny watched people slowing around them, or was it her nerves? "I wanted to- talk to you." He looked around and grabbed the girl's wrist, pulling her out the doors to the hallway. "So... how's your day going?"
"Sonny," he pried.
"Okay, I just… I wanted to say-" she blew out and looked around, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" he looked taken aback.
"For everything." She responded poorly, "You know, but maybe we could at least go back to talking… well, bickering? As much as I hate to admit it, I-I miss you."
He seemed to think over what she had said and smiled, "Well, good; the feeling's mutual." She smiled widely. "But just as friends," her face lost the glow to it, "I don't want to rush you or anything like that." He shrugged and ran back to his set, earning a scolding from his director. Sonny was as disappointed as a girl could be when the guy of her dreams just shot her down. That shipped had sailed.
I sat in a slump, staring at my reflection in the vanity. The girl in the mirror, she looked as depressed as I felt. I looked so extra emotional, it was pathetic. I hated that term. Just friends. It was a way of saying 'I like you, but I don't like you.' It was such a letdown.
"Sonny Munroe," Tawni's voice echoed through our dressing room, "Guess what!"
"Hmm?" I hummed out, trying to put some emotion in my voice. I'm like a dried up prune. I thought bitterly.
"I got a text from a phone call about something he said- Chad asked out Portlyn!" She bounced proudly.
"What?!" I sprung from my chair. He didn't want to rush me, so he asks out an airhead like her? I couldn't believe it. I wanted to scream at him. I had truly overstayed my welcome in his heart and he just kicked me out. I had wasted my shot with him, to make it right.
"Yeah, isn't it great?" she beamed, and praised the heavens, "Now he'll leave you alone! It's what you wanted!"
I faked enthusiasm, "Yay." I grabbed my bag and slipped it around my head, crossing it across my chest. A lump formed in my throat and I excused myself, trudging down to the prop house. I noticed the rest of the cast practically partying.
I sighed and ran down to the set, wiping at my eyes slowly. I pushed the door open, finding the room dimly lit with the set cleared. No chairs, no tables, no carpets, no trinkets or knick-knacks. I fingered the spine of my diary and glanced over my shoulder, clicking my tongue. I heaved out a sigh and dropped to the floor, pulling out the book and pen.
Monday- June 4, 2010
Dear Diary,
I blew it. I had my chance at what might've been true love and he just wants to be friends. Just friends. It's truly pathetic how I expected him to wait all his life for me to be ready and now that I am, he's gone. I'm ready to let myself fall in love and I never could. I thought he felt the same, what with him saying he missed me, but I was dead wrong.
Tawn just told me all about him and Portlyn. Maybe I'm not meant for this love game. I should just give it up and move on with my life. I could be like Miss Bitterman and teach people stuff while being lonely and… bitter. She seems to enjoy it.
Miss Sonny. Well, that's not intimidating in anyway. Forget that.
I could be a marriage counselor! Yeah, make sure they get what I didn't (forget my age for a second. We're talking about 'in love' not just 'love') and the world would level out. Or better yet, I could be a wedding planner! It's genius!
I'll plan the weddings for those who do have what I don't. It'll all work out, for them. Not me. Them. But I'll still feel complete inside.
Thanks for the ideas!
Sonny
"I'm over my head and I know it, I know it.
I'm trying my best not to show it, to show it.
Whatever it takes to be what I was meant to be,
I'm gonna try."
~Demi Lovato: Me, Myself and Time~
I know this seems crazy, but when I was writing this sad, sad ending, an idea popped into my head. I'm writing a sequel to this titled The Wedding Planner. It'll be just like that movie, The Wedding Planner. This is a story you're not going to want to miss. Tell your friends and be on the lookout! You don't have to read this story, but it just gives you a little background knowledge. So, even your friends could read that story! Yay!
That's it! Thanks for the support.
Until the whole world hears
HighFivingJesus!