Well, I wrote this on the plane. That's why it's so short… But anyway, enjoy! :D
P.S.: I have never been to a nightclub so my description of it is based on what I've seen in movies, and what a relative has told me. :P
Ladies Vs CDC
Chapter 14 – Why Is Your Tooth Blue?
Sonny
I cannot believe I'm doing this. I just can't. I'm dancing with Chad in one of those cheap nightclubs, and it's the most disgusting thing I've ever done. You'd understand if you saw the dirty types of people there are in this place…
Ew. Anyway, I don't want to pay too much attention to them – they scare me. I'd rather pay attention to the place. There are bright strobe lights flashing, momentarily illuminating the faces of dancing strangers, and besides those, barely anything else is visible in the dark. All I can make out are are the silhouettes of the dancing crowd and of the random cocktailers running across the dance floor, and then a very, very bright neon-lit bar with some weird bartender juggling burning bottles. Crazy, huh?
Suddenly, I hear Tawni's voice through the Bluetooth device in my ear, which I had forgotten about yet again.
"Sonny! Where are you?! You were supposed to be home an hour ago!" she shrieks, but I can't say anything back to her. Chad might get all suspicious-like, and I don't want that to happen!
And before I can think even more, Chad begins whispering random things to me. It's pretty obvious that he's far lost to the drinks and so I don't take any of his words seriously…
"I love you, Allie. You're so beautiful and all, I can't help it… I want you so bad, it's not even funny and you don't even realise that," he rambles on, and I begin to wonder how much truth there is to what he's saying. I've heard that when someone's drunk, they don't know what they're talking about and they end up revealing all their deepest secrets and stuff. Does that mean he loves me?
"I love you too, Chad…" I tell him honestly. But wait – he doesn't know what I really am. No, even if he does mean what he's said, he doesn't love Sonny. It's Allie that he's falling for, but how is he to know that the girl he loves is all an act?
But what if he isn't really drunk? What if he's just pretending to be? What if this is just one of those weird 'fall in love with him' mind games that the Team told me to be extremely careful of?
"Heeeey," Chad says, looking deeply into my eyes and tucking my hair behind my ear, revealing the Bluetooth, "What's this thingy?" He pokes it, and I hear it bleep.
"It's nothing," I say, pushing my hair back into its messy state.
"Ooooh. It's a bluey toothy! Why is your tooth blue?" He laughs, and ends up waving his arms around, accidentally whacking my face. He gasps. "I'm sowwy! I didn't mean to hit you, Allie! I loooove you!" he says, in a tone that makes me think of a child who is begging for forgiveness or something. He randomly wraps his arms around me, and hugs me extremely tight. I push him off.
"It's okay, Chad. That didn't hurt at all," I say calmly, and he grins.
"Yay! Now come on. You're boring. You need something to drink!" Chad laughs, and before you can say "Smurfleberry cocktail", he's dragged me to the bar.
This is not going to be good.
Yes, it was short. There's only so much one little bunny can write by hand, you know!
So it's the next chapter that's going to rock/shock your socks off. Initially it was supposed to be this one but I changed my mind because I couldn't stop myself from writing the bluetooth bit :P
Review, before I go all crazy rockstar again and smash another guitar on Chad's head and give him a concussion so he won't be able to say anything other than "why is your tooth blue" in the next chapter!
-Sarah ;D