Procrastination- isn't it such a wonderful thing? And when mixed with writer's block? Yeah… But, thankfully, it is Saturday night and I have just un-weaved my writer's block. I needed a way to link all the scenes in my head together and I just discovered it! Because I haven't posted in like a week or two I'm going to post this up quickly and have the next part of their day posted before Wednesday! I've been to where they're going so much- it's one of my passions and it will be so much fun to write a bit that's set there(:
[Chad]
I grunted and rolled over a little, burying my head deep into the pillow. Five more minutes, I thought- but I was not even going to consider putting in the effort to say it aloud. Hearing another rap on the door, I flopped back over and let out a sigh of exasperation, shaking the bed. Knock, knock, knock. I hissed through my teeth before hearing a whining groan from beside me.
"McDramapants!" My eyes shot open to a full-on scowl at the ceiling. "Gosh, dude, open the dang door!" Obnoxious calls from hotel hallways at whatever-o'-clock in the morning- yep, this was definitely the doings of the beauty-sleep depriving Randoms. Psh, not that I needed beauty sleep or anything; Chad Dylan Cooper always looks this go- "Pooper!"
I felt the bed move beside me as a heavy lump rolled over on top of me, "Shut up-" I could hear a voice muffled by my chest. Still hearing annoying banging on the door, I began to shake Sonny's shoulders a little.
"Sonshine…" I whispered into her ear. "Sonny, Sonny…" One of her hands moved out from under the covers to blindly search across my face, before resting over my mouth. I laughed a little and gently rested her arm back down on top of the covers. More banging and shouting from the hallway. The Randoms were going to pay for this. "Sonny…" I shook her shoulders a little faster, before gently tapping the side of her face with my hands, trying to wake her up again- failed attempt. More knocking.
Hmm… there was one way that I hadn't tried that might wake her up… Grinning at the reaction I knew was coming, I gently leaned over her. I examined every inch of her beautiful face and gently brushed my lips across hers for a moment. Her eyes flashing open, I heard a hitch in her breathing. The strangest shocked- scared- mad expression emitted from her eyes that were staring into mine with a wrinkled brow. Snickering lightly, I removed my lips from hers, ignoring the wonderful tingling feeling that lingered.
"Pooper, I swear if you don't open the door, we'll just have to come in through Sonny's room…"
"Dude," I heard the other Random reply, "Why didn't we just do that in the first place?" The banging on my door stopped, as I heard a moo come from Sonny's room- I swear that girl has the strangest choice of ring tones. Then, I heard a fumbling around at the locks on her door.
"Sonny," I whispered hurriedly. It was one thing for us to sleep together on a one-room bus, but to find us together in a hotel room- that would be entirely different.
She bit her lip a little bit, before hearing the door to her room swing open and jumping on top of me, crawling her way across the bed onto the floor- between the bed and the air conditioner. I laughed at how swiftly she moved- tripping over me a little in her rush. As her breathing began to slow down, my door flung open.
"Cooper!" the blonde shouted. "Where's Sonny?"
"Wh-what?" I stuttered nervously, my voice wavering- damn voice.
"You know what he means!" Rico shouted at me, "Where is Sonny?"
"Why would I know?" That was the first thing I could think to say.
"Because, for one you're in a room connected to hers, and for two she's your girlfriend!" Rico shouted back. Shoot, I guess he was right.
"Uh…" my mind raced with pointless, useless excuses and various things that would in no way help me out. "She," my I cleared my throat a little, as to keep my voice from going up an octave. "She said something about, uh, going to the cafeteria and getting some cereal."
"Hah!" Gary shouted at me, pointing his finger and jumping as if I had just confessed to murder. "Sonny likes doughnuts better!" What?
"She- she said that the cereal would be nice because of how hot it was outside and all the nice, cold milk…?" I replied, wondering that if they were stupid enough to ask that question if they'd be stupid enough to accept that as an answer.
"Well- okay, then, McDramaPants. When she get's back, tell her that we're all meeting in the main lobby at 8:30. And she better get back. Because, I swear, Pooper, if your lying to us and she was Sonny-napped or if someone-"
"Hold-up!" I shouted, frustrated, part of me wanting to go-off on this kid. "You honestly think that I would ever let anything bad happen to Sonny? Seriously! I mean- wow. Do- Do you even know how much she means to me? I-"
"Can it, Cooper!" Rico shouted just loud enough to get me to shut-up. "We didn't ask for Titanic, we didn't ask for The Notebook, we just wanted to warn you. And we're watching you, Cooper, always watching because the second you hurt her…"
"Wait! You think I would hurt her? Have you not heard a word I've been saying? Sonny is-"
"Shut it, Cooper, we know about Tawni." Rico said loudly. I immediately stopped talking and just stared at him in astonishment.
"Yeah. Mm-hmm. She told us everything. She was your duck-duck and you were her goose." Gary added.
"Yeah, Goldfarb."
"N-Never- OUT!" I gasped.
"Yeah, consider yourself warned, CDG." Rico said turning and walking away.
"You will never make a duck-duck out of Sonny!" The blonde shouted, as the skinny one dragged him away by his elbow.
Slamming the little door shut, I sat down on the bed, breathing heavily and running my hands through my perfect, golden hair. I pounded the bed with my fist as a range of emotions surged through me. Anger, disappointment, hurt, despise-
"Is it safe yet?" I followed the whisper to a pair of beautiful, chocolate-brown eyes. Guilt- is that how to describe this? I nodded slowly as she slowly crawled up to sit on the bed, wrapping the blanket around her beautiful figure- Psh, not that I was looking at her like that or anything.
Guilt- no, that wasn't quite the word. I mean, I had no reason to be guilty. "You should go get dressed, we have to be in the lobby in twenty minutes." I mean, I hadn't lied to her or anything.
"Okay." She grinned a little, getting up and walking across the room, I was staring at my phone. Why did I feel like I had to tell her this? I- I couldn't.
Looking up at the door and making sure I was truly alone, I took out my phone.
Port, I really need to talk to you about something, but promise you won't hate me. - Chad