Special shout out to icefox425 for letting me know that I forgot to thank them for their review! And also to Dancing-StarryEyedDemigod for the same reason. Sorry you guys!
Also—I'm working on my final draft to send to the cast of SWAC and I'm including everyone's usernames to tell the cast that we support each and every one of them. Just letting you know. So if anyone doesn't want me including their username for some odd reason, let me know. And by final draft for the SWAC cast, I mean I'm condensing and/or skipping some scenes you guys will be able to read on FF. I barely have enough time to finish 2 more chapters for "their" story, haha.
Be on the lookout for MusicFreak-Sonny's and my collaboration New Years project under the username ""! It's gonna be hilarious! It's called "NYPD: New Year's Present Dears" but we're still in the early stages of developing it.
Disclaimer: I do not own SWAC, Star Wars quotes, Facebook's "Farmville" or Power Rangers, but you may possibly be looking at a future movie! Haha, just kidding.
The idea for "Router Rangers" was actually sparked when I was on the train going home and I see this van on the highway with a large picture of characters looking like Power Rangers—the company had a name that rhymed with 'power', haha. And I decided Zora would like "Router Rangers" of "Flower Rangers". And of course, we all know that Sterling loved Power Rangers as a child!
Little Miss Sonny Munroe, in all high spirits, hummed cheerfully as her arms reached over her back, delicately tying the back strings to the colorful apron. Pacing around the kitchen in thought of what her friends would enjoy having, Sonny realized no foul words could break her liveliness today. No siree.
Yes, she was working on preparing breakfast alone, but that was her idea—in which everyone else happily agreed to. She wanted to see the stunned and bewildered faces of her peers when they witnessed her talents at preparing a fancy breakfast. Her friends' expression would be a reward in itself. And she couldn't had been more pleased with how her slumber party was turning out—everyone was enjoying themselves, getting to learn about each other, and were...tolerating Chad, if not actually coming into terms with him.
What made her slightly more bubbly and joyous than her usual self was her enlightening conversation with Chad from the night, erm...morning of. A light blush formed over her cheeks, as she remembered how her head seemed to just fit perfectly against his neck and shoulder...how each breath he took as she laid on his warm rising chest lullabied her closer to the sweetest dreams. Was it only twenty mere minutes ago that Chad and Sonny were trapped and enclosed within bubble wrap and tight plastic wrap? With his lenient arms gently wrapped around her waist for all that time?
As a muddle lovestruck expression fell over her demeanor, she jumped upon hearing the door swing open. Startled, Sonny dropped the closed cereal box. "I'm not thinking about anyone!" she screamed, leaving Nico to gap in confusion.
"Um," he scratched his head, "well...good. Anyway, you mind if Grady and I hook up our video-game system to your TV?"
"Um, yeah! Sure!" piped Sonny. With a single nod, he walked out, only to swing back in through the doorway before it slammed closed.
"Oh, and Sonny? Dis is the best sleepover eva!" he complimented.
With a quick beam, Sonny rushed over to give him a tight hug. "Awww...Nico! Thanks so much! You go have fun!"
Continuously humming as she paced back over towards the table, Sonny opened the three boxes of cereal and poured each into individual fancy little bowls everyone could help themselves too—Trix, Frosted Wheats and Cinnamon Toast Crunch. That way, everyone could choose between a serving of fruity, sugar, or fiber.
"Hey," a quirky voice rang out from the vent above the stove as Zora popped out. "Mind if I go through the tube again—the one connected to the vents—and fall on the tramp?"
Peering over her window to check that the weather was alright outside, Sonny awarded a thumbs-up. "Go for it!"
"Cool," Zora nodded when her nose wrinkled from a horrendous scent. "Oh, and by the way: It smells like dried eggs and fish. Or even worse, dried fish," she spoke nasally, pinching her nostrils closed. "You really should clean the vent."
It was Sonny's turn now to wrinkle in confusion. "Wha—I'm not gonna clean the vent! No one can smell that."
"I can!"
"You're the only one!" the taller of the girls exasperated as Zora then hopped down onto the stove.
"Oo—hoo! Hot!" she danced wildly up and down has her feet considerably warmed up too much.
Sonny's eyes widened distinctively. "Zora!" she panicked as the little girl climbed down.
"And you really should put a safety catch on that!" Zora demanded, trying to get her feet to chill down.
It took another sigh for Sonny to continue. "Zora, like I said: Only you would come down from the vent to stand on a stove." Finding Zora's cool glance on her set in stone, Sonny huffed mockingly. "K, you know what? I'll do it."
Defensively, Zora placed her hands vertically up. "That's all I ask for," the little Random shrugged as she calmly walked out the kitchen door.
Rolling her eyes at the passed incident, Sonny carefully opened the last of the cereal boxes and began to pour into the large fancy bowl for decorative looks when a pair of plastic handcuffs in plastic wrapping fell out.
Pinching the object out of the Trix cereal, Sonny then squealed.
"Awh! How cool!"
After excitedly tearing the wrapping apart, Sonny couldn't help but giggle childishly as she locked one part of the handcuff to her wrist.
"Look at me," she acted as an intimidating male in a gruff deep voice, waving her trapped arm around. "I'm stuck here. I committed a horrible crime...stealing candy from a baby. Oh no! What should I do!" she laughed out loud, snorting. Chuckling, Sonny decided it would be best if she played after she made breakfast.
As she innocently grinned on, the brunette unconsciously tried pulling the cuff away from her fist when it wouldn't budge. She froze. The girl pulled harder, her smile slowly turning tight and in frustration when she continuously yanked the metallic handcuff but to no avail.
"Uh-oh." Like the way teen boys obsessively jabbed buttons on their controller for a video game, Sonny grunted, struggling to free her wrist. She groaned.
"They were real?! Oh no!" She exasperated, both hands now flailing in mid-air when suddenly her hand jerked. When she couldn't move it freely, her widen eyes glanced over to where the other part of the handcuff now stuck too—the kitchen door.
"Oh no!" she sobbed again when she panicked. "Help! Somebody!!" As a slight pout grew on her face, Zora walked in, shoving the door to bonk Sonny right in the nose.
"What's with all the yakking?" Zora questioned when needless to say, her eyes grew in size as she saw Sonny and the door marked as one. Sonny's pout grew deeper.
"I'm stuck," the newer star mumbled hesitantly. Zora eye grow large in shock.
"You handcuffed yourself to the door?" the little girl's raspy voice increased feistiness.
"No...but yes!" shamefully cried Sonny before she tried explaining herself. "I didn't know they were real! And then when I did, I panicked! And then I kept yanking and pulling but then somehow the other part opened and clasped onto the door and now I'm tired of pulling and my arm really really hurts but—"
"K, hold your breath, you fool!" Zora exclaimed as Sonny held the end of her ramble, breathing terribly fast before she gulped in fear. Rolling her eyes, Zora began to tinker with the handcuff and pull.
~*~
"Dude, hook up the system! We gonna get our game on! Yaow!" Nico howled as he entered out of the kitchen after gaining Sonny's permission.
"Heehee!! Yes!" Grady air-punched as he sat on Sonny's couch facing the TV, his feet excitedly stamping around. "I'm so excited for this latest game!" he cried as both young men scurried over to the black duffle bag. "Apparently it's 200% better than the first game!"
As the two boys ransacked the bag to take out all the equipment, the math processed through Nico's mind. "That's kinda ironic. Isn't two already 200% of one?"
Narrowing his eyes, Grady could only stare at his friend. "Dude, I dunno. Why do you think I'm failing Bitterman's class?"
Nico nodded before grabbing the bulk of wires from the bag. "Yeah. Yeah! K, now ...um..." Nico's cheerful status slowly fell apart as he saw all the wires tangled up. Without noticing until now, wires surrounded the boys, tangled with one another into ferocious intimidating knots, all black. "Uhh... oh, here we go. Ye-yeah."
Grady forcefully tried pulling to random wires apart at arms-length, grunting when he somehow found himself stuck in the entanglement. "No, I think that goes there."
Before long, the two boys were wrapped within the midst of the wire bulk. Their actions were as successful as a girl with braces getting rid of taffy from the wires.
Nico hopelessly looked up to his friend, finding him also in the same state of entrapment. "Bro, I think we're stuck."
Carrying his bubbly demeanor, Grady grinned optimistically. "Nah! See!" he tried twisting and turning about before he was too stuck. "You just have...to..." he began to fidget and gave up. "Yeah, we're stuck."
~*~
"Huh," Zora muttered after a tiring long haul with the stubborn handcuff on Sonny—hey, it was only doing its job! Suddenly the little girl went into random outburst. "CHAD!! Get over here!" Sonny's eyes widen.
"Whoa, wait! Why do we need Chad?! We don't need Chad!" Sonny's words rambled out in her high voice, word after word. Before long though, the door whacked! opened, hitting Sonny on the nose yet again.
"Hey-ohh!" Chad called in in a very 'Rico'-like style, his arm swinging to his chest. He then dropped it when spying tears welling up in Sonny's eyes from the hit on her now-puffy-red-nose. "What's up with Rudolph? And you know, you Random girls are so bossy!" Chad mumbled.
Sonny jaw-dropped, the pain from her nose now suddenly pushed to the back of her mind. "We are not," she defended when just then, the three heard Tawni on the other side of the door.
"NICO, GRADY, MOVE OVER!" they heard the tween queen's screech that sounded like she was throwing a tantrum. Automatically, Sonny and Zora jaw hung in a flabbergast state when they simultaneously shut it and tilted their heads in thought.
Chad smirked, grabbing a handful of cereal as he tossed it into the air to catch it with mouth. "Well that's no surprise that I'm right—" he cheered in a smug tone as he threw another cereal up into the air. Sonny, tightly smiling, stamped on his bare foot.
"Ow!" he cried when the mid-air cereal fell right into his eye, bouncing downward. "Ow! Somethin' in my eye, somethin' in my eye!" the heartthrob quickly panicked as a clueless expression was strewn across his face on not knowing what to do.
With a single rub of the hands Sonny smirked, illustrating the 'glad to have gotten that done!' effect. Zora, too, could not hold back her giggle as she eyed Chad.
After flushing out his eyes with lukewarm water, Chad turned, face wait, golden hair sticking to his forehead as he repetitively blinked before turning to the girls. "Eugh," he muttered unconsciously before questioning Sonny. "Did you look in the box for the key?"
Sonny pursed her lips comically. "The...key?" Apparently this information was new for her. As the girl embarrassingly scratched the back of her neck and avoided his gaze. Glaring, Chad walked over towards the table with the cereal box, his hand easily picking up the key without digging through.
"The key," he cocked an eyebrow as he neared towards her, haughtily.
"Oh, haha," Sonny hesitantly joked. "Guess that'd help, huh?"
"No," Zora and Chad sharply stated in sarcasm, causing Sonny's face to fall and pout. Up until Chad's expression turned soft as he cooed.
"Awh, look, it's me!" Sonny, taken aback, stretched as far as she could away from the door to go on his side, seeing what he was looking at.
"Let me see that!" she hissed as Chad leaned over her trapped position to show her. Pinched between his thumb and forefinger was a key...but unlike any they had seen: It was a candy—gummy, in fact. And where the handle would be on the end was an imprinting of Chad's obnoxious face. With a wide stunned look, Zora leaned away from the couple, grabbing the box as she read the back aloud: "Free Chad Dylan Cooper item with purchase of every box. Handcuffs: have Chad come to your rescue!" As Chad leaned to see the other Chad items, he pouted.
"Awh, wish we got a Chad bobble-head instead—" he grumbled when Sonny frantically hit the chain to the door in a knocking fashion.
"Help here!"
"Oh, right, right." He snapped out, jumping to Sonny's side when he examined the key yet again. As soon as he looked deep into the gumminess of his own picture, he couldn't help but have his lip tremble. "Awh, but look! He's so cute, you could just ...eat him up!" he gushed.
Zora shrugged, looking at the candy key.
"Ok."
Before either Sonny or Chad could sense what was going on, the little Random picked the tasty treat out of the "bad-boy's" fingers and crammed it into her mouth. By munching and approving of its gummy taste, she didn't notice as both Sonny and Chad's jaws dropped immediately in shock.
"You...y-you ate it!" Sonny stunned, cried in bewilderment, her arms flailing despite an arm being less-mobile.
"Forget about that. She ate me!" Chad frantically grabbed his hair as if he were about to tear it. A look of terror crossed his face as he seemed to be at the brink of his sanity.
Smacking her lips, Zora could only hopelessly grin her freakish grin. "And it was delicious!"
"I—you—y-you just took the key," Sonny began to ramble as if it were a medium for the chaos in her mind. "A-a-and ate it all up! Wha—n-now I'll never be able to get out of here! I'm gonna be the kitchen dweller for the rest of my life! And even if I can get out of here, the stupid door's gonna follow me like a shadow," she cried, flailing her arms around fiercely. Unbeknownst to anyone though, the metallic handcuff on door loosened, falling from the door with no attention paid to it—no attention paid to the fact that Sonny was now panicking, pacing from one side of the table to the other. As she continued jerking her hand about, Chad felt something hit his hand.
"Ow!" he muttered though he decided to heed no attention to it either. For some reason, he found himself unconsciously following Sonny around.
"That's it! My life's ruined! Now I'll be known as the star who opens doors for others. I can see the headlines now! "Random girl mentally and physically attached to a Random door." Stupid handcuff!!" she snapped, glowering at her cuffed wrist when she dropped it, pouting. On the other side, Chad couldn't help but make faces of pain from his arm being grotesquely stretched in ways it shouldn't be.
As the incident continued on, Zora watched the scenario unfold before her with much amusement, snickering.
That's when Sonny stopped pacing. "Wait!" she seethed. "I can move," she comically widened her eyes in surprise, her lips pursed forward to make perfect "o", as if she were scared by the fact of her acclaimed freedom.
Both Chad and Sonny look down, having their eyes widen distinctively to find that each of their hand was now linked by the handcuff.
"The force is strong in this one," Chad rolled eyes at his own jokes before mentally slapping himself. What had become of the star tween drama actor?! Once upon a time, basking in the glory of his dramatic pride was all he ever did!
"No!" Sonny shouted, almost on the verge of tears. "No. No no no no NO! Now I made the problem worse!"
Taken aback, it was now Chad who scolded. "Oh gee, thanks," he snarled. "Hey, at least you're not stuck with the door now!"
With her nose flaring, Sonny glared, bringing herself inches closer to Chad in intimidation.
"If knowing I'd be stuck with you, I'd rather have taken my chances with the door," she snapped back.
"Really, Sonny, Re—"
"If I hear another 'really' from your lips, Cooper, you won't—" Sonny cut him off in anger when Chad did the same likewise.
"It's not my faultthat Ms.2-year-old-who-puts-everything-in-her-mouth put it," Chad emphasized, clenching his teeth, as his finger jabbed downwards in the air. "in her mouth!"
Simultaneously, the two turned to Zora, rewarding her with glares as they narrowed in on her; Zora gulped.
"Zora," Sonny tightly smiled in an uncomfortable whisper, the type of smile that signified more anger than if Sonny had actually started yelling at her.
Flabbergast, Zora tried pinning the blame on someone else as her wide innocent eyes looked at the stars. "You were the one stupid enough to put it on!"
"I thought it was a toy!" Sonny shrieked when Chad interceded.
"You know what!? Stop, just stop it! Girls, girls!" Chad stretched his arms horizontally as he placed himself between the two to stop the bickering. The only problem though was that with Chad's handcuffed hand stretched towards Sonny, her own limbless arm bopped her in the nose—being the third time it was struck in ten minutes.
"Ow!"
"Sorry!" Chad meekly grimaced apologetically. "Look, this fighting's not gonna make the handcuff magically open! Sonny and I are stuck together. Period. We don't know how long we'll be like this but all I know is that we have six hungry—"
"Don't forget Bernie!" Zora cheered. At the thought of his first meeting with her snake, Chad cringed.
"—Seven hungry...animals who will be very cranky if their tummies aren't satisfied."
It then dawned on Sonny that Chad was implying she and him would have to get along if they were to make breakfast together. What a horrid idea. Something else would have to be done.
Nervously tittering, Sonny turned to Zora. "Zora, you're smart. Can't you—"
"'ROUTER RANGERS' IS ON!!!" The little Random shrieked, racing out past the swinging door without giving the trapped victims another glance nor care.
"Z-Zora!" Sonny cried. But no matter how hard they stared at the swinging door, Zora's presence was all phantom now.
"Now," Chad commented, as if taking an order. He flashed Sonny a smile as she slowly turned to face him, grumbling. "What are we having?" he continued to press on sweetly. Seeing as he was trying to make an effort into not fighting, Sonny cracked an unwilling smile.
"Cupcakes," she counted on her fingers determinedly, "sausages, pancake, cereal. Orange juice, milk. The works," she lightly shrugged. And she would had turned away if it weren't for the snide retort she heard back. Chad's smile formed a little too tight. "Heh...yeah, no... we're not," he stated.
"Excuse me?"
"The 'works' doesn't work out with the diet for us stars," he informed Sonny as if teaching her the facts of life. "That may be how 'farmville' had breakfast, but certainly not us here in Hollywood. No fatty foods," he declared.
The girl's hand reached out for the frozen sausage patties waiting to sizzle on the pan. Oh, how much she desired to toss them at Chad's face instead. Controlling herself, Sonny grumbled.
"So what do you suggest?"
Chad dramatically shrugged, as if thinking from the top of his head. "You know: fruit, toast, muffins, waters—"the works".
Sonny wrinkled her nose in disagreement. "But that's boring!"
"That's how we stay fit," Chad rolled his eyes. Sonny sighed, giving up. It was way too early to be fighting.
"Fine. I guess we'll just..." she looked around the kitchen, obviously forming a tenacious thought, "both have to make whatever we want. The other guys can be our judge," she stated, in a smug tone now.
"Fine." Sonny froze—she didn't expect this unexpected retort.
"Oh please," Sonny snorted, mumbling. "You don't know how to cook."
And it was that attitude of Sonny's that made Chad genuinely grin. "What makes you think that?"
Her mouth hopelessly gaped open and close in shock as she tried forming sentences out. "Y-Bu-wha—huh? You're Chad Dylan Cooper! Your high-class name just reads "spoiled" all over, with a maid and butler."
"Six, actually," Chad smiled at the thought.
Sonny sighed. "I liked you more when you were sleepless and sweet."
Smirking from Sonny's slip of the mind, Chad grabbed a whisk, his light smile tugging on the side as he pressed the tool to Sonny's chest for her to hold. "Ah! So you do like me."
"Chad, not now." Sonny groaned as the two walked the farthest away they could with still having to be chained up, beginning to work. Inhaling deeply, Sonny grumbled as she placed the sausages on the pan. "Now I'm gonna have to make everything myself." Unbeknownst, Chad couldn't help but softly snicker on the side.
~*~
"Chad, you made everything yourself!?" Sonny struck in awe, not being able to figure out how she hadn't noticed what Chad was doing despite being stuck with him for the last one hour. How is it you don't see a ruthless man creating so many items!? Perhaps it because she had wanted to ignore him. But that didn't stop her from marveling now.
"And it's all so fancy!" she awed, taking a whiff of delicious blueberries, juicy strawberries syruped onto loaves of pancake french toast. The sight of the bread pudding just taken freshly out of the oven rejuvenated the positive energy back into Sonny, having warm emotions wrap around her senses like a Blarmie—the Blanket with Arms. Other items that seemed to be on the table were tropical parfaits, delicious whole-grain porridge, cheese and egg biscuit sandwiches, cheesy burritos. On the edge of the table stood two pitchers of pomegranate soda with a small portion of cut lemon glittering like jewels as he drifted peacefully along. Same went for the strawberry smoothie drinks. The items looked out of place in an average American kitchen—this meal was fit for a court, a wedding, something with prestigious honor—even a studio's #1 Tween show, let alone second-rate show.
"Course!" Chad couldn't help but shine out a real beam, admiring his edible artwork. "You didn't really think classy stars would eat like regular people, did you?" Chad smirked, when his eyes narrowed at the small notepad Sonny was furiously scribbling on.
Spying his confused state, Sonny gaped, looking down at notes she wrote on how and what stars ate before insanely laughing as she tossed the notepad behind her. "Course not!" she squealed high-pitched.
His head peering off to the side, Chad tried looking on Sonny's side of the kitchen. "So what'd you make?" Before Sonny could stop him, he laughed a laughter that made his eyes shut from the pressure, his tears forming, his cheeks aching from the wonderful pain. Behind a Sonny who had flour all over her face, were burnt sausages, oddly-shaped pancakes that seemed to be spelling out words, and milk and orange in their rightful containers just placed ordinarily on the table. And let's not forget where the cupcake-pan stood, sickly bubbling flour and water bubbles.
Chad pursed his lips in a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry," he sweetly stated in an almost conceited way. "I won't tell that you can't cook." But Sonny ignored him.
"Wow, Chad," she admired, "Where did you learn to cook like that?"
He gave out a subtle shrug. "I've been trained in numerous fields since I was little: horse-back riding, fencing, culinary arts," he listed a few of his many talents before his attention diverted back to the food. "Now we can start working on omelet and fruit salad."
Sonny's eyes widen, incorporating she had knowledge hidden from Chad. "Um...eggs?" Sonny skeptically addressed.
"Yes," Chad lamely answered. "Eggs. A hard-shelled item produced by birds, specifically chicken, which humanity tends to eat."
Quickly Sonny lightly punched his shoulder. "Oh, shut up."
He shrugged again. "I need more eggs. You can't have breakfast without eggs."
With her lips forming an innocent 'o', Sonny rocked on her heels childishly. "Some can," she tried persuading him slowly.
Chad snorted."What, you can't get eggs by yourself?"
~*~flashback~*~
Connie Munroe called from the kitchen. "Sonny, buy a dozen eggs! And be careful. You know what happens when you get distracted."
Sighing, she deliberated on how they had to run through this procedure every times eggs came into question. "Mom, I'm 16."
"With a 6-year-old brain!" the mom shrilled.
~*~
Sony's flashback then changed scenes to a memory of when she was walking back to her apartment, watching her eggs in all seriousness as she walked forward. Her eyes seemed as if they were about to pop out from her devoted concentration, but because so, the poor girl hadn't noticed the concrete tile slightly raised above the others. Her non-attentive feet led to...
"Whoa!"
...cracked gooey eggs, splattering in all directions—onto the nearest car windows that screeched to a stop, wouldn't and swerved until it ended up crashing into a fire hydrant.
Sonny shuddered, her teeth bared out in fear. "Sorry!"
~*~End flashback~*~
Dazing out from her memory, Sonny then hesitantly averted her glance. "Let's just say my skill of dealing with eggs are no longer with us."
Chad shrugged like it was no big deal. "Then we can just ask your neighbor for some." He then conceitedly grinned. "See, I know how to be neighborly." Just as he was about to walk towards the door, Sonny jerked her cuffed arm back to halt him.
"No, wait!"
"What?"
Sonny bit her lip before explaining. "The lady next door's like really old. And she still believes the ways of back then—when girls were all modest and stuff."
Chad's eyes widened in awe. "That was way back then!"
Distracted from the conversation, Sonny shook her head. "I know, right?" she muttered in an undertone. Without hesitancy, Chad gently placed his free arm on Sonny's shoulder for comfort.
"Sonny, you're the most modest person I know." His intent was to be sweet when Sonny cooly glanced at him, crossed arms over her chest when she was cooing on the inside.
"Chad,let me rephrase this," she emphasized, "If she sees you and me handcuffed, your car parked over night, you here early in the morning while my mother's away, what do you think—" Sonny's voice raised fervently with ever word.
"Alright, alright! I get it!"
Slowly, a grin formed on Sonny's lips—her signature cheery megawatt smile. "I have an idea."
~*~
"Zora, stop it!" The boys cried, struggling with not only the black cable wires that had engulfed their body and energy, but now with a little girl ferociously trying to tug the TV remote out of their hands.
"Ruff! Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff! Grr!" Zora crazily barked back, managing to bite Grady and Nico.
"A new episode," she struggled, "of gah...Router Rangers comes only ...eugh...once a ….month."
"But we were here first!" Grady emphasized in a whine, only to cower back in fear of the little girl.
Confused by the struggle at play but heeding no attention to it on the couch, Sonny slowly stepped out of the kitchen, with a large fuzzy blanket wrapped snugged around her, concealing her feet. Using her friends' fight as a distraction, she walked towards the door. No one noticed the huge lump behind Sonny's back that showed the faint outline of another person, or the extra pair of legs that tried synchronizing each step with Sonny's.
"Guys, guys!" Tawni interceded. "Just let Zora watch her show and then you can play afterwords! Good grief!"
As Sonny (and Chad) quickly slipped past her door and out onto the hallway, Zora eagerly snatched the remote with her nose up high in the air.
"Hmph."