There it was.
She was innocently walking down the street, on her way to meet Tawni for coffee, when she saw it; radiating every kind of beauty through the clear glass window (the only thing separating her from taking it right then and there). Her hot breath fanned out across the barrier, a cloud of fog spreading itself out and inconveniently blocking her view. She wiped it away with her sleeve. Her dark brown eyes scanned over trendy piece of clothing; clean-cut Italian leather - curved and fitted flawlessly at every angle. Silver zippers outlined its pockets, and its perfectly shaped collar stretched four-inches long, accenting the modern-day style it was meant to portray.
It hung silently on its mannequin, tempting the brown-haired comedienne to just have a look, to just touch it.
She looked at her watch: Five minutes.
She swung open the large wooden door of the shop and walked swiftly to the counter, biting her lip so hard she could almost taste the blood.
"Excuse me," she said to the charming lady at the register. "May I please see that brown leather jacket in the window over there?" She gestured to the piece of heaven that she was eyeing admirably not two seconds ago and the lady nodded her head.
Bells went off in Sonny's head as she took the smooth material in her hands. She slipped it on, and it was as if the jacket was made for her. The collar reached almost up to her ears and it fit her in all of the right places. It was then that she checked the price tag.
$1, 056.95.
"I'll take it," she called.
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Normally, Sonny Munroe never would have splurged on such a gift for herself. She had been saving that money for a new car, but she had learned during her time in Hollywood that when you see it, you get it. It was the number one rule to shopping there (Tawni Tip #5).
So, the next day, Sonny paraded around the studio, wearing her new found treasure proudly. To complete the outfit she donned a pair of dark blue jeans, a pair of black boots and a double-laced necklace. It was the one time she actually felt pretty.
She entered the studio's Commissary and just as she caught a glimpse of her cast-mates, she was rudely shoved in the shoulder.
"Hey," she growled in response, turning to face the three-named jerk-throb himself.
"Hey," he replied with a smile.
And they both mumbled, "Nice jacket."
All hell had broken lose. Sonny stared wide-eyed at Chad's leather material that fitted around his shoulders and chest down to the line of his faded jeans and Chad glared icily at Sonny's fashionable brown leather item – both gasped in unison.
"What the – no way – how could you – why did – oh hell no," they both shouted, drawing attention to themselves as the people, who were simply eating their lunches beforehand, drew their eyes away from their food to watch the scene unfold.
Chad grasped Sonny's arm tightly and yanked her roughly out into the hall where they wouldn't be seen.
"Are you kidding me right now?" Chad hissed, pinching the fine leather material that enveloped Sonny.
"What?" she barked back. "I bought this with my own money. You must have copied me."
Chad's eyes grew wide. "You're wearing the girly version of my jacket!"
Sonny looked from her (favourite) item of clothing to his and compared every detail: The collars were the same, the zippers were in all of the same places and, unfortunately, every crinkle and crease that covered her jacket was scarily similar to his.
Sonny threw her arms in the air, clearly frustrated.
"Chad, I know this may be extremely difficult for you," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But I need you to care for me for the rest of today. Is that at all possible?"
Chad scoffed. "You're out of your mind, Munroe. There is no way I am taking this jacket off. Do you know how expensive it was?"
"Yes, actually, I do!" she practically yelled. "I paid for this with my car money! And for once in my life I want to do something for me."
Chad crossed his arms. "Maybe I want to do something for me, for once!" he retaliated hopelessly. Sonny gawked.
"Are. You. Joking?!" she shrieked.
"No, I'm not," he said sternly. "Now, just take the jacket off and we will go our separate ways; forget this ever happened."
"No! You take that jacket off, Cooper, or I'll take it off for you."
Chad stepped forward with a smirk. "Really, Sonny. Really? I mean, I knew you wanted to tear my clothes off, but here? At work? It seems pretty unprofessional to me."
Sonny was fuming. "Take. It. Off."
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Fine!" they both shouted, unzipping their jackets and tossing them to the ground. At that moment, Tawni and Nico walked into the hall, curious to see where Sonny had disappeared to. As soon as they left the cafeteria, they witnessed a flaming Chad Dylan Cooper, face red and hair imperfect, and a cold-eyed, flustered Sonny Munroe. A heap of brown leather was sitting off to the side and Nico and Tawni strode over to it.
"Cool jackets," Nico said, holding Chad's up while Tawni gazed at Sonny's.
"Have 'em!" The angry duo shouted before shooting an irritated glare and storming off in different directions.
Nico and Tawni looked at each other and shrugged.
I was pretty torn with this word. I didn't know if I should make it cute, or symbolic, or...*sigh* I just chose this because it was a little different than everything else I've done. There weren't any cute Channy moments, but I wanted to do something different?
I should probably stop explaining myself now. Haha. But reviews are always appreciated. :)
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