Hey there, party peoples! I've had some people saying that they wanted more Chad/Sonny moments and a nicer Chad, so he is going to have a moment. You'll see!
Sonny's POV
I don't know if I've ever been this tired in my entire life! I've never had jetlag, then had to sleep on a love seat that wasn't meant to be slept on, fallen asleep in the middle of sightseeing, drink three full-sized Red Bulls to wake me up, then have the horrible headache of the after-effects of energy drinks. I am never going near another Red Bull for the rest of my natural life. I think I have a migraine, and I am ten times more out of it than I was this morning.
Chad and I went to The Lord of the Rings set a few hours ago, but I didn't really get to enjoy it. The walk there drained me of any sugar and left me with a horrible headache. The second I would start to enjoy myself would be interrupted by another painful pang inside my head. I don't care what Tawni says, I am not missing out on the bed again tonight. I will literally drag her out of it if have to and chain her to the love seat if that's what it takes. Actually, she can forget the bed for as long as I have any form of exhaustion from these past two days.
When we arrived at the hotel, the sun was just beginning to set and tint the sky different colors. It was a beautiful sight and it made me even more sleepy just thinking about what I was missing out on. In fact, by the time Chad and I were halfway down our hallway, my body couldn't take it any more. I felt my knees give out and my brain lose total control of my body. I practically collapsed into Chad's side, my mind losing any trace of concern. I was so dead that I didn't care how embarrassing this probably looked or that Chad was probably going to have to carry me to my room (and no, I didn't do it on purpose!)
"Whoa," Chad said suddenly, taken by surprise from my added weight. I could hear him clearly, but at the same time his voice was distant. I could feel him grab my shoulders and try to hold me up. "Sonny! Sonny, come on, you can make it. Just a few more steps." I know what he said was true, but my legs didn't want to listen. They absolutely refused to move a muscle, and my mind started to agree with them. My brain began to lose all sense or reason. I just wanted to sleep; and I wanted to sleep now. Even if the difference was now and few more measly seconds, I didn't want to obey. I wanted to give up now. I've persevered enough for one day!
I could faintly hear something that sounded like the bolts of a door releasing, so one of my eyes opened the slightest bit in curiosity. At some point, Chad had taken my room key from my purse and slipped it into the knob. The pressure of Chad's hands on my shoulders loosened, and I felt myself heading for the floor. To be honest, I really didn't care. The carpet seemed a good enough sleeping place for me. What do I wanna bet that it's more comfortable than the love seat? I felt my knees brush the ground.
"Oh, oops," I heard Chad mumble. I felt myself being lifted again, but this time I was so glad I was to sleepy to care. If I was more awake, my cheeks would have been on fire. One of Chad's arms were behind my back, keeping my from falling backwards, and the other was coiled around my waist, keeping me from face-planting on the floor. I kept my eyes and my mouth firmly shut, scared I would betray my cover. I am no doubt tired, but it's impossible to completely fall asleep with… the current position.
"Sonny, come on," I heard his voice say, "you're so close. Wake up."
I kept my eyelids pressed tightly shut, no amount of his encouragement going to wake me. He's going to have to let go before I trust myself to speak. I heard him take a deep breath then my feet left the ground. It was only a few moments before I felt the soft material of the mattress beneath me. Chad withdrew his arms and a moment of silence passed. I wasn't sure what he was doing but I kept my eyes closed and didn't make a movement.
"Good night, Sonny," I heard him whisper. His tone was soft, seeming specifically reserved for this moment. I wanted to say it back, but I knew I couldn't or I would give myself away. I heard a door close and the bolts clasp, signaling me that the coast was clear. My eyes popped open and was met by darkness. I sighed, today's events running over in my mind. What a day. Just as sleep was beginning to pull me into it's grasp, the light flicked on and I groaned.
"Oh, hey, Sonny!" a familiar voice rang in my ears.
"Hey, Tawni," I said icily. She skipped over to my bedside and smiled, but there was something behind it.
"So, how was your day?" she asked, the bed sloping slightly to the side under her added weight.
"As good as it could get," I answered her. "I was asleep half of the time, so I wouldn't know!"
"Okay, okay, I get it, you're a little upset about not getting the bed last night," Tawni said nonchalantly. She's just picking up on that?
"A little," I spat as severely as I could while halfway asleep. "Since I didn't get the bed last night, today was hectic. I almost fell asleep in the bus, I fell asleep in the museum -" I left out the part about falling asleep on Chad "- and I pretty much collapsed on the way back here! I had to get a sugar rush off of energy drinks to stay awake half of the time, and then I was a little too much awake, so we got kicked out!"
"You? On a sugar rush?" Tawni laughed, lightly hitting my arm. "Oh, wow! Glad I wasn't there!"
I sent her a deathly glare. It silenced her.
"Tawni -"
"Okay, look, I'm sorry!" Tawni exploded suddenly, wincing as if it caused her pain. "I could barely enjoy myself today because all I could think about was how terrible you looked when you left this morning! I thought about it all day - well, except for when I was shopping - but that's not the point! I don't like feeling guilty." She lifted her hands and fanned her face, her bottom lip protruding. "I frown all day and it makes me look less pretty! And then when you sat there and told me that it practically ruined your day, I didn't feel good about it, okay? So I guess I'm kind of sorry for taking your bed last night."
My heart lifted in my chest and my eyes grew wider. All of my previous thoughts, all of my cruel hopes that Tawni would get a taste of her own medicine were gone. The apology was so heartfelt and sincere that I got the urge to do what any sunny person would do: I gave her a hug.
"Aw, Tawni, that's so sweet!" I cooed, squeezing my friend. "I knew that Tawni Hart had a heart." I pulled away to examine her face to see if she would laugh at my joke. She looked at me for a second then smiled slightly.
"That wasn't funny, but I appreciate the attempt," she said, hugging me again.
"I hate to ruin the moment, but uh…" I giggled, pulling away from her, "just to be clear, I am getting the bed tonight, right?"
She rolled her eyes, "Yes." Tawni turned her head towards the love seat and pouted. She rose from the bed and trudged over to it, muttering all the while. "I hate experiencing caring!"
"You know," I suggested, not having a desire to see anyone go through the pain I went through, "you could just make a pallet on the floor. The carpet's really not that bad."
She smiled at me. "Rather carpet than that death trap over there."
"Tell me about it," I agreed, not even bothering to undress and put on pajamas. "Good night, Tawn."
"Night, Sonny," I heard from the ground.
"Tawni?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't you think a pillow might be nice?"
"Oh, yeah, right."
I threw a pillow down to her. I heard her sigh in relief.
"Uh…?"
"Yes, Tawni?"
"Could I have a blanket, too?"
I laughed. Silly, silly Tawni. I took an unnecessary blanket cover off of my bed and tossed it down to her.
"Okay, now, good night, Tawni."
My answer was a gentle snore from below.
It's morning, but it's not just any morning. Today is the first day of Chad's movie! I can't wait to go to the meeting they're having today and meet all of the cast and crew. Chad spoke to his director today, and it was approved for me to tag along. I have to sign a confidentiality agreement, though. They have to be on the safe side and make sure I don't run off to a magazine and tell every little detail of the plot.
"So, Sonny, are you ready to go and watch my move being made?" Chad asked me when we climbed into the limo.
"It's not your movie," I corrected him, closing the door and watching the hotel fade from sight. "It's the producer's and writer's movie, technically."
"Oh, who cares about them?" Chad waved them off. "They aren't on camera."
"But they put just as much work into this movie as you do, if not more," I informed him.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he shooed it away. He probably didn't want me to hear him dogging the producer and writers too much incase it costs him his job.
"I am excited about meeting all of your co-stars, though," I said, squealing. "Who plays your best friend again?"
"Uh, Roger Sullivan?"
"Yeah! Oh my gosh, I am a big fan of his," I told him. I continued to rant about how I used to have a life-size cardboard cutout of him, and I think this really offended Chad considering I've been around hundreds of him and never talked about it. "Have you met him before?" I asked.
"No. This is the first time we're all meeting each other."
"Oh. Well, do you think he'll sign an autograph for me?" I wondered.
"Sonny, don't," Chad advised me. "Don't act like a crazed fan. We distinguished actors respect professionalism."
"Oh, right, sorry," I nodded. Of course he wouldn't like it if I went up for an autograph. He's supposed to be fan and trouble-free at work. I couldn't help but ask one more question. I can't help it, I'm insecure. "Do you think he'll like me?"
Chad sighed and turned away from the window to spare me a glance. He smiled slightly. "Sure he will."
"I hope so," I laughed to myself, my hands twisting in my lap at the mere thought of facing Roger Sullivan. "Would you believe that I used to have pictures of some of my celebrity crushes in my locker back in Wisconsin?"
"You? I would believe it," Chad told me, turning towards me. "So, who?"
"Who what?"
"Who did you have taped in your locker?" Chad clarified, sounding amused and politely curious. I chose not to answer. "Sonny, who was in your locker?"
"Why?" I wanted to know.
"I'm curious," he shrugged. His eyes twinkled as I hesitated.
"Well…" I began, drumming my fingers on the seat. "I think I had about five different pictures in my locker. Um… Roger Sullivan was on my door so every time I opened it he could smile at me." I couldn't help but smile hugely while remembering my reasons of placements. "Uh, Trey Brothers was right underneath Roger because whenever I saw his picture it helped to inspire me." I frowned while thinking of that song-stealing jerk and Chad mirrored me. My frown deepened at the mention of my next photograph. "James Conroy was on the back of my right locker wall because… well, I don't even want to talk about him."
"Same here," Chad growled.
"And then I had Lewis Ridgley from that old show on Laughs Channel because I always thought he had great hair. He was… on my other wall," I remembered, coming to a conclusion. My heart sank as Chad's face twisted in confusion.
"Wait… Roger Sullivan, Trey Brothers, James Conroy, and Lewis Ridgley. That's four. Didn't you say there were five?"
"Oh," I tried to sound clueless, "did I? Gosh, psh, I must have meant four." Okay, as we all know, I am a good actor but a horrible liar. Chad didn't buy it for one second.
"No, Sonny, you said five and you meant five," he shook his head. Shoot, he was catching on! "Who was the fifth guy in your locker?" No response. "Why don't you want to tell me?"
I swallowed and crossed my arms, knowing this would give him eternal mocking rights. "You…" I muttered quietly, the word scorching my tongue.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that," Chad said, cupping his hand around his ear.
"I had a poster of you, Chad Dylan Cooper, on the back of my locker so that when I opened it it was the first thing I saw!" I said in one breath, my cheeks burning in embarrassment. The words ran together. Chad smirked just like I thought he would, but he was almost halfway smiling.
It was no secret to my mother and my Wisconsin bestie, Lucy, that I had had one of the biggest crushes on Chad Dylan Cooper. But let me make this clear: emphasis on the word 'had'. it was in the past before I actually knew the guy. I, like every girl who did what I did, was under the illusion tha the was sweet and sensitive like his character. And yes, I'll admit, I was a Mackenzie Falls fan back in Wisconsin, but once I met him it went away. Once I informed Lucy of the situation, our of support for me she declared she was going anti-Mackenzie Falls, but I'm pretty sure she watches it anyway.
"So you, Sonny Munroe, had a giant poster of me, Chad Dylan Cooper, hanging in your locker?"
"I never said it was giant!"
"But it was, wasn't it?"
"Ugh, yes!" I cried in shame, burying my face in my hands. Oh well, I might as well go ahead and get everything out in the open!
Chad folded his hand behind his head and leaned back suavely. "Interesting." My face remained in the cover of my hands for safety. It feels like it's on fire! I bet I look like a tomato. It honestly doesn't matter if I tell him it was before I knew him or before I knew what a horrible, self-absorbed person he was. Just the fact that I owned one in the first place was enough to sign my own death sentence. But really, I think I would literally die if he knew his face was pasted all over my Wisconsin bedroom.
"Sonny," Chad's voice said my name, "you can look at me, you know. After all, you did every day at school for who knows how long."
I tried to glare at him through my parted fingers, but it was too difficult. I am too humiliated.
Why, oh, why did I say anything? I thought, sighing, still staring into my palms.
"I knew it," Chad bragged. It doesn't matter how long I've known him, whenever he rubs my face in something my aggravation just gets worse. "It's so predictable because -"
"Don't say it!" I exploded, furious. I'm sure now my face is red with anger. "What? Is it because 'I cannot resist you and it is impossible for anyone to withstand the charm of The Great CDC'?!"
Chad's face was completely calm instead of angry or eager to irritate me until the 'fine's and the 'good's ensued. I sat there, breathing heavily, completely embarrassed and humiliated.
"No," Chad shook his head. He was smiling for some reason. "I was going to say, it's predictable because you know why?" I watched him curiously. "If I was at a school and I had a locker, your poster would be the one and only picture staring back at me."
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