[ sonny's embarassing video next chapter! just curious, i gave a hint but what do YOU think it is? sorry it took me awhile to update. hopefully you're still interested in reading. also i wanted to say to everyone who's had just nice reviews and comments, i honestly never thought anyone would like this story because it's way too off base for the show so thank you so much!]
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7.30 PM, APT B4
Chad's arms were crossed against his chest from his flattened position upon the couch, his eyes stonily glaring at the brunette starlet before him.
Sonny's gaze was elsewhere, however – fixated upon the disc she was spinning so wildly about her index finger. It had taken three hours and twenty six minutes exactly to find that particular video, now encoded upon a shining piece of breakable plastic, twirling against her flesh. Half of her was tempted to snap it in half.
She'd sworn to herself years ago that she would never show this particular film to anyone – no matter what. Not even if they had a gun to her head! Of course, that would be a stupid reason to threaten someone. After all, who was this gun toting psychopath and why did they want to see her most embarrassing moment so badly?
"Sit up," she finally ordered – snatching the remote controller with a wistful wince. This was it. The single thing she'd spent most of her years hiding – well it was about to finally see the light of day. No one had ever seen this video. In fact, she'd tried to make sure no one ever would but the file itself was apparently harder to destroy than Frodo's ring. At least she wasn't curling up to it at night calling it her "precious."
But still, it would not die. Try as she might, she never seemed to be able to rid the world of it.
"I'm fine," Chad grunted harshly, unmoving from his position upon the couch. He tried to play it off as though she had no right telling him what to do – he was still angry after all, furious even. In fact every time he was reminded of what she had done his blood boiled and he felt a rage he'd never experienced before.
But the truth of the matter was that he knew if he moved from that spot his stomach would unleash its uneasily churning contents and no matter how satisfying it might be to puke all over the person who wronged you – Chad still couldn't bring himself to do that to Sonny. No matter how much she'd hurt him – no matter how impossible it felt to forgive her, he still felt oddly drawn to keeping her close. It was infuriating – wanting to hate her and push her away, yet wanting to hold onto to her and bring her back all at the same time.
Sonny hesitated. Placing the disc into the player, she waited – the ability to breathe seeming to escape her memory. How did it go again? Exhale then inhale? No that didn't seem right. Her lungs craved air but her body felt as though it had shut down. Knees trembling, she pointed towards the large television screen upon which an image was starting to form. "This never sees the light of day let alone makes it onto the internet," she warned weakly, suddenly realizing as a set of high pitched voices flooded through the speakers – that there was no turning back.
Chad Dylan Cooper was about to see her most embarrassing video.
"Whatever, Random." Chad shrugged, eyes glued to the screen as he waited impatiently for some sort of justice. Not that this was justice. But it was close – or at least close enough. Sonny's chest ached and quickly her lashes fluttered shut. She couldn't watch this. Not again. Not with Chad here. Especially not with Chad here. Panic swelled inside her and she clutched at her own hands worriedly. Swallowing hard, the thought ran dizzily through her head once more.
Chad Dylan Cooper was about to see her most embarrassing video.
And little did he realize – it was one he'd never known he'd starred in.