A/N Hello! Guess what, you amazing people? You broke 600 reviews! I'm not sure of the exact number, but this story has OVER 600 REVIEWS! When I first started this story, I barely thought I'd make it past ten chapters, never mind thirty chapters! And I never, ever dreamed that it would be as popular as it is! I thought I'd be lucky to get, what... 30 reviews? And now I have more than twenty times that amount, and some of you will be happy to know, this story is nowhere near complete :) And I'm glad you all liked the last chapter... but on another, more serious note, I had a few reviewers- most noticed an anonymous review from Brooklyn Nevaeh Smith that said I should at least 'let them do it' or 'at least make out'. I'm sorry if this annoys anyone, but there won't be any 'doing it' in my story. There'll probably be kissing, but there's not going to be any sex. Sorry, as a Christian, I refuse. I don't, won't do that. To me, writing it would be uncomfortable; certainly out of anything I'd have any knowledge about, and completely against my faith. Sorry!
And again, as unlikely as this may be, if there are any guys reading, PMS warning :P
But there WILL be Channy. So never fear, my dears! :D
Chapter 35
Evanescence CD and Chinese Stir-Fry
(Fluff-alert! Fluff-alert! :D)
*Sunday Night/Monday Morning*
SPOV
I rolled over in my bed, groaning.
"I am in so much pain," I mumbled to my pillow, clutching my abdomen. Just at that moment, my alarm started to go off. I ignored it. The consistent, annoying beeping got louder, and more persistent. I pulled the covers over my head, moaning. After a few minutes, the beeping got unbearable. I threw my covers off my face.
"SHUT UP!" I screamed. Unfortunately, alarm clocks don't have ears, so it continued. The. Flipping. BEEPING.
Muffling a scream of frustration, I somehow managed to stagger out of bed to pick up my alarm clock. I'd put it on the other side of the room in an effort to stop myself switching it off and going back to sleep. I grabbed the clock, suddenly noticing how dark it was. I kinda had to, seeing as I somehow couldn't see the time. How much time had I wasted trying to sleep in?
I ran my fingers across the wall, finally finding the light-switch. I flipped the light on absently, then froze as I saw the time.
It was four thirty. In the morning.
Now, I'm not usually a grumpy person. I'm not very sociable in the morning, and I'm not peppy 100% of the time. But, come on, I was on my time of the month, and I'd been woken three hours early, after just two hours of sleep. So, can you forgive me what I did next?
"ARE YOU FLIPPING KIDDING ME?" I shrieked. I threw my alarm clock at the wall with all the strength in my arm- and that included the strength be in intense pain and extremely annoyed added in. Needless to say, my poor alarm clock couldn't cope... there was a loud cracking noise. Whether it came from the wall or my clock, I didn't know. I moved slowly back to bed, chewing my lip and clutching my stomach. It's times like this where I really, really, really despise being female.
Because, of course, I couldn't sleep. I have insomnia. It takes me hours to fall asleep, and that's when I don't feel like I'm having a knife stabbed into me.
Chad, of course, had decided to not leave until just after midnight. Being an idiot who wanted company other than her mother, I hadn't kicked him out. I'd also forgotten that... it was starting today.
I sat up suddenly (which was some feat, let me tell you) as I realized that only one person could have done this.
"CHAD!" I yelled, despite the fact that he was at home, and blatantly couldn't hear me.
I heard noise coming from the other room. Great, I'd woken my mom.
"What's wrong, baby?" She asked, sprinting into my room, wielding a rolling pin.
"Someone set my stupid alarm clock to go off a few minutes ago," I snapped. "And I'm cramping, and I'm tired." Mom looked concerned. I didn't want to fight with her, so I let my eyes slip closed as I took in a deep breath. "S'alright, Momma. I'll deal with it. Go back to bed." She looked at me for a second, then left. I waited until I heard her gentle snoring to roll to the edge of my bed and grab my phone. I yanked it off it's charger, pressing number 2- speed dial- and waiting while it rang.
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
"Hello?" My best friend's sleepy voice mumbled.
"CHAD!" I whisper-yelled. "YOU... YOU... UGH!" I muttered furiously.
"What, Munroe? 'M tryna sleep 'ere," He mumbled. I growled.
"So, you know how it feels, then," I said sourly.
"What?"
"Don't play DUMB WITH ME! I know what you did!" I snapped.
"Son, I don't-"
He was cut off when I whimpered. The pain in my abdomen felt even worse, if possible. I began to wish I'd restocked on painkillers.
"Are you okay?" Chad asked, concerned. I coughed, wincing.
"Um, yeah. I'm... um... sick. Well, not really..." I was the one mumbling. This seemed to wake him up a bit.
"Sonny..."
"I'M FINE! Now, WHY did you do it?" I asked, refocusing on the reason I'd called in the first place.
"I..." He trailed off.
"I can't believe you! You know I have insomnia! Why, Chad, dear, would you set me an alarm for FOUR THIRTY in the morning?" I yelled, forgetting to keep my voice down. There was a silence while Chad thought over his reply, and I listened carefully to my mother's breathing. She was still asleep. I sniffled slightly, wanting to die.
"I'm sorry." Chad mumbled meekly. "I thought it would be funny... I didn't know you were... 'sick'." I could practically hear the air quotes in his voice, but the apology was sincere.
I softened- after all, it was the early hours of the morning. I didn't have the energy to keep a temper tantrum going.
"You're forgiven," I mumbled tiredly. I hated arguing with him, anyway.
"Thanks," He said. I could hear a smile in his voice. "So... what's really wrong? Other than the fact I woke you up early, I mean. You got payback for that anyway. I mean, really, sweetie, you don't sound so good." Only Chad could put whiny, apologetic, sarcastic, and concern together at one go like that. Jeesh.
But as much as I loved Chad, really, I couldn't tell him what was up. He was a guy, after all.
"I'm fine, dear." I heard him breathe in to start another rant. "No, seriously! I'm just tired. I'll be okay once I get a little sleep." There was another short silence.
"Fine." He conceded.
"Fine. I'll see you in the morning.
"Good. See you then..."
"Good and goodnight!" I snapped, cramps making the words sharper than they needed to be. I hung up before he could start ranting again.
D/I/K/Y/?
CPOV
So, Sonny was sick. Not sick exactly, but I couldn't tell exactly what was wrong, and sick was the closest I could get.
I honestly felt bad about the alarm clock stunt I'd pulled- something that didn't happen when we were younger. I'd used to steal her phone and set an alarm for early the next day whenever she left the state to go home. It was a game.
But she was... off today, and instead of whining about it- like my castmates did whenever I was bored enough to try it on them- she got her own back. She called me, knowing full well my phone would be on and off vibrate.
I didn't like her being 'off' though. It made me feel helpless, not to mention incomplete. Like having a stomach ache. Why function when you're in pain, right? If one part of you is sick, the whole body aches. (Flyleaf 'Beautiful Bride')
I fell asleep again quickly, blissfully unaware that my best friend wasn't getting it so easy.
D/I/K/Y/?
SPOV
I tossed and turned for the next few hours, trying to sleep. I never got around to it. By the time I had to get up, I had got a total of about five more minutes of sleep. I was exhausted, which made me look as though someone had ran me over; my hair was lank, my face pale, and there were dark circles under my eyes. I wanted to lie in bed for the rest of my life and never get up, but I managed to drag myself out of bed. I decided to get breakfast first. I groaned as I realized we were out of Cheerios, which I was craving. Muttering under my breath, I made my way to the bathroom, grabbing my favorite shirt as I went. I swore under my breath as I realized it was stained.
I opened my make-up bag, and nearly screamed in frustration as I realized something had cracked and spilled over everything. I ended up going with the natural look, and wearing a too tight, practically see through shirt which I hated. I glanced at the clock, and I was running late. I ran out the door and down to my car, and I nearly burst into tears when my car didn't, wouldn't start. I hit my head off the steering wheel.
"I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life..." I muttered. On top of everything, I had cramps, and I felt like crap.
At this point, most people would have given up. But my name is Allison Layla Munroe, and, truly my... father's daughter, I have a determined (aka stubborn) streak. I slammed the car door behind myself, and bit my lip as I walked up to my apartment. I pulled something out from under my bed- something I'd never even dreamed of having to ride down to work. I got outside again, pulling on an old high school hoodie and huge sunglasses, hoping to prevent being recognised. It hadn't been much of an issue for me yet- but something both Chad and Tawni had drilled in to me, was never be too careful. Especially when you needed to go somewhere. I tucked my hair into my hood, allowing the fringe to swing in my face. Ever persistent, I put one foot on my old skate-board, and took off towards the studios. I could feel the rhythm under my feet. Skate-boarding isn't hard.
I could feel people's eyes on my as I skated between them skilfully. The light wind was much heavier when I was moving quickly, and I barely noticed as it blew my hood down. As I neared the studios gates, I prayed a thankful prayer that I didn't live too far away from the studio. I flashed my pass at the guard, who raised his eyebrows as I passed. Realizing just how late I was, I boarded the wheelchair ramp and skated through the studios, attracting way too many stares, until I crashed through the door for the So Random! stage.
My cast stared at me in shock.
Tawni's POV
We tried to rehearse with the missing Allie, but it was pretty near impossible. Marshall gave up, throwing his hands in the air.
"Where is-" He started, but got cut off, as the door burst open and a certain small brunette girl crashed into him. There was a loud scraping noise and Allie skidded to a stop.
"Sorry, Marshal." She said sheepishly, climbing off some weird board thing and extending a hand to him. I studied her with my eyes narrowed. Her long hair was tied into a messy ponytail, her fringe messy, and she was in the middle of removing a huge pair of sunnies. I noticed she hadn't had her hood up when she arrived in the room- had she been recognised? And what was that thing she was riding?
To my irritation, Nico was whooping and cheering her along with Grady. I mean, I get Grady liking her, but Nico, really? Why does she get all the attention?
I knew why. She was nice. She was sweet. She was lovable. But, she was also messed up. We knew that. She never said a word. She kept everything hidden. But she wasn't as good at hiding as she thought...
Anyways...
"Whoot! Allie! Did you ride on your board the whole way from your apartment?" I heard Nico ask, delighted. Her usually pale cheeks went a little pink as she nodded, staring at her feet. Nico and Grady started cheering again, oblivious to the fact that she actually looked embarrassed. I clicked over to join them.
"What is that, Allie?" I asked her, partly because I was curious, but mostly because she was getting all the attention, which we both hated. Distraction was better for both of us. I glanced automatically at Nico, but away quickly so that no one would catch me. Allie shot me a grateful look.
"It's called a skate-board, Tawni," She said good-naturedly. I wrinkled my nose.
"Isn't that a boy's toy?" I asked, confused. Allie's eyes narrowed.
"Don't be sexist, Tawn. Girls can skate-board too. Girls can do most things guys can do if they want to." She declared, crossing her arms and staring at me. I think I may have hit a nerve. I giggled.
"Ouch, did I hit a nerve there?" I said, grinning. I guess the way I'd said it must have been sarcastic. Or maybe I'd had a mean smile, rather than a happy smile. Whatever it was, something about it made Allie's face drop and her eyes go from warm- but annoyed- to cold and blank. She jerked her chin down, staring at the floor as she turned on her heel and walked out.
"I'm going to get changed!" She called over her shoulder. The guys resumed chatting.
Was I the only one who noticed that her voice had gone flat?
D/I/K/Y/?
CPOV
Filming had been getting a lot more interesting recently. Ever since Kat had screamed and demanded rewrites, the show had been getting a lot more interesting. The plots were original and gripping- people actually had a reason to watch, rather than watching for the everlasting question of 'will Mackenzie ask Chloe out?' Yawn. I was sitting in the cast's room, waiting for filming to start. Skylar was sitting beside me and the rest where opposite us.
Someone squealed and covered my eyes.
"Guess who?" The voice said brightly. I clicked my tongue.
"Um... hey, could that be my little sister?" I grinned. The hands dropped from my eyes as she huffed in disappointment.
"You're such a kill joy," She muttered, walking around the sofa. She raised her eyebrows at Skylar threateningly, and he scootched over so she could sit between us.
"Better!" She smiled. She sat down and grabbed my hand.
"Chaaaaaad..." She started. I raised my own eyebrows.
"What, Hayles?"
"Can you drive me to Alicia's later?" She pleaded, pulling the puppy dog eyes for good measure. I was a sucker for the puppy eyes.
"Um... I would, Hayley, but I'm hanging with-" I stopped, realising my cast was listening. "I'm busy later." She pouted, then resorted to cuddle into my side, tucking her head under my shoulder.
"Please, please, please, please..." She pleaded.
"Ugh, fine! I'll cancel my plans then!" I said in mock annoyance.
"Yay!" She mumbled, not bothering to get up. I rolled my eyes and tucked my arm around her. Celebrity or not, she's still my little sister.
I looked up to see my whole cast staring at me, identical open-mouthed expressions of shock on their faces.
"What?" I asked. I noted absent-mindedly that Hayley's breathing had evened out, and she was asleep. Poor kid.
"What the heck, Chad?" Portlyn managed.
"What the heck what, Port?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. She gestured at my sister.
"That!" She snapped. I glared at her.
"Is something about the presence of my little sister causing you irritation, Portlyn?" I asked icily.
"It's just you're usually so... So... Mean and cold and CDC-like!" She snapped. "And then this girl like two years younger than the rest of us starts pouting at you and you're all soft and sweet! What's up with that, Chad?" She asked shrewdly.. I stared at her.
"I'm going to say this once. When it comes to me, I can be mean and spiteful and harsh. But I protect my family. We stick together. I'm the- I have to look out for my sisters and my mom." I explained. The nastiness left my voice while I ranted, and was replaced with something akin to hopelessness. I stared down at my sister's peaceful face. She looked a lot like me. Like our father. I hugged her tighter for a second. I looked up to see Portlyn with a calculating expression on her face.
"Look," I said tiredly. "Sell it to Tween Weekly if you want. I won't deny it. But I'm asking you, please don't." I fell back against the seat, feeling very tired all of a sudden. I let my eyes slide closed, but I didn't fall asleep. If I fell asleep and Hayley got hurt or messed with, it would be because I didn't look out for her. So I forced my eyes to stay open.
"M'kay, rehearsal time! Go, go, go!" Kat came in, holding a mega-phone and yelling through it. Why? I have no idea. I moaned slightly, and shoved myself to my feet. Hayley just grunted and slid down onto her side. Marta came over, smiling evilly. She didn't like my sister much, since she pretty much humiliated her the last time they talked. Noticing that she was walking directly over, I moved to stand in front of her.
"Whatcha need, Marta?" I asked her casually, subtly blocking her way to my sister.
"Oh, nothing, Chaddy. I was just going to wake up little Kayleigh," She said, a fake smile playing across her features. I folded my arms.
"First, it's Hayley, not Kayleigh. Second, cut the act. I know you don't like her. Third, because of the second, you are going. Nowhere. Near. My. Little. Sister." I explained slowly, so that she would understand. Marta laughed.
"Oh, come on, Chad. Like you don't want to give the little brat what she deserves." I blanched, and took a step closer to get in her face.
"Alright, Mall Mart, let me tell you something. I have three sisters. I'm the only brother. I'm used to kicking the ass of whoever hurts my family. So if you touch Hayley, or Esme, or even Vanessa, I will purposely get you fired and as far away from these studios as possible. No one messes with my girls." I snapped. And with one incredulous look, Marta stalked away. I turned to see my little sister staring at me with wide eyes.
"I thought you were mean when you were at work?" She asked, confused. I chuckled dryly.
"I'm mean to people who deserve it, kid. As much as you annoy me, you're family. And-"
"No one touches your family. Yeah, yeah, I know. And as proud as I am, I don't need that speech." Hayley said, grinning. I rolled my eyes.
"Shut up. We need to go to rehearsal."
D/I/K/Y/?
Here's the thing, though. I've gotten pretty good at multi-tasking. So I could be steamed at Marta, think about what was wrong with my best friend (as in her sickness, not what was wrong with her. There was nothing wrong with her) and act out a scene all at once.
Finally, I wasn't in a scene. I skidded to a stop as Hayles was called to do a scene. I turned to watch.
"Okay, Miss Cooper, this is your first real scene, so let's see how it goes!" Kat said kindly. Hayley didn't look too nervous, but she was biting her lip.
I groaned as Marta walked in to join the scence. Kat ignored me.
"And... action!"
Hayley stepped neatly onto the scene, wearing skinny jeans and the usual Mack Falls shirt and tie get up. Marta glared at her, hands on hips.
"Why are you here, Lacey?" Marta asked stiffly. Hayley/Lacey just rolled her eyes.
"I go to school here," She said, looking at Marta/Penelope as if she had three heads. I bit back a laugh. "Idiot," She added as cough.
"Don't lie to me," Marta/Penelope snapped. "I saw you looking at Mack." She hissed. I smacked a hand to my forehead. No, just when the writer's were doing something right! They had to give another love interest, in the form of my sister?
"Dude, you think I'm interested in Mack?" Hayley/Lacey exclaimed, disgusted. Okay, maybe the writer's aren't going back to Crap-villa after all.
Marta/Penelope shot her a superior look. "Of course. But you'll never get him,"
Hayley/Lacey threw her hands up in frustration. "I don't want to 'get' him!" She yelled. They started arguing, until she finally yelled...
"BECAUSE HE'S MY TWIN BROTHER!" There was a background gasp played, and Kat yelled 'Cut!'
Hayley came tumbling towards me, and I caught her in a hug.
"That was brilliant!" I praised her. She beamed.
"You think?" She asked, tucking her hair behind her ear. Being shy, which was rare for her.
"No," I deadpanned, and she looked at me, shocked. My face split into a proud smile. "I know!" She hugged me softly.
"Thanks, bro!" She said, punching my arm. "Well, that's me done for today. See you later?" I rolled my eyes.
"Don't stay out too late!" I called after her retreating figure. She laughed and flipped her hair.
Grinning, I absent-mindedly made my way to the So Random! Set. I figured I'd go to Sonny's dressing room, cos it's easier to do that than to burst into their rehearsal.
I went to open the door, but was interupted with a very familiar voice shrieking at me.
"I'M GETTING CHANGED!" My best friend yelled, slamming into the door to make sure I didn't open it. I went pink.
"Fine, I'll wait outside then..." I said through the door.
"You'd better!" She snapped at me. My face went red again at the thought of... not... I'd never do that. I may be a cold heartless jerk sometimes, but I was raised to be a gentleman, believe it or not. After a few minutes of me blushing and staring at the ceiling, she came bursting out.
"Hello!" She said sweetly, throwing her arms around my neck unexpectedly.
"Hi!" I laughed. We don't usually talk in the corridors unless we're 'fighting', so this was new. Suddenly she extricated herself from my arms. I smiled patiently at her; that is, until she whacked me on the chest.
"What are you doing here?" She snapped furiously. Whoa, mood swing much? Obviously she'd remembered we're supposed to hate each other.
"I dunno, Munroe. Why am I wasting my time here?" I made my voice low and mean. I expected her to make a snarky comment, but instead her lower lip pushed out into a pout, and began to tremble. I watched in horror as her eyes filled with tears. She was crying! She was in pain! Last time I'd made her cry, we hadn't spoken for a week...
The tears started flowing down her face.
"Why would you say something like that?" She choked, and then slammed into her dressing room.
What in the world...?
D/I/K/Y/?
A few hours later, I was sitting in my dressing room. Hayley had gone home hours ago, and rehearsal had just ended. Someone knocked on my door.
"Come in." I said boredly.
"CHAD!" My best friend squealed happily, throwing herself at me. Um... okay...? Obviously she'd forgotten about my upsetting her earlier.
"Are you okay, Son?" I asked nervously. She pulled away from me and stared at me sadly.
"No. My tummy hurts." She said, her lip sticking out again.
"What can I do...?" I questioned warily. She seemed to be suffering from excessive mood swings today... from snappy to joyful to mad to sad to happy to upset again. In just a few hours.
"Do you have any painkillers?" She asked, pulling the puppy eyes. It made me feel like crap as I realized I didn't. (Whipped... ;D) I shook my head carefully. Without warning, her pretty face screwed up and she hit me on the arm.
"Ugh, you're useless!" She basically screamed at me. "Why don't you have any painkillers, huh? Huh? Huh?" She pestered me, putting on a tough girl act randomly.
...
...
...
I've come to the conclusion that I need to talk to my mom.
This would be due to the fact that in the past ten minutes, Sonny has screamed at me, asked for beef and cranberry sauce, hugged me, told me I was a piece of crap and that she never wanted to see me again, then started sobbing into my shoulder, about how all she'd really wanted was a packet of mint Aero Bubbles.
Which brings me to face that I need my mommy's help. She used to be a nurse, after all. I pulled out my phone.
Ring...
Ring...
"Hey, Chad, baby! Why are you phoning, darling?" My mom asked. I never call while I'm at work.
"Mommy, something's wrong with Sonny." I informed her solemnly.
"What?" She asked, immediately concerned.
"I'm really worried, Mom. First, she acted like she hadn't seen me in months and started hugging me, then about two seconds later, she hit me and got mad!" I started. "Then, she started crying, then she came into my dressing room all happy again, then demanded painkillers. And after that, she got mad cos I didn't have any, then she wanted the weirdest thing, Mom- she asked me for beef and cranberry sauce! Like, what's up with that? Then she started insulting me, then she started crying- because, apparently, all she wanted was some mint Aero Bubbles." I finished, holding the phone out so she could hear Sonny, who was still crying.
To my complete astonishment, however, instead of solemnly telling me what was wrong, my Mom was laughing her head off.
"Mom! I'm not kidding!" I whined.
"Oh, Chaddy, there's... nothing you can... do," Mom giggled.
"Why? What's wrong?" I exclaimed, giving Sonny a worried glance. She started hugging me again.
"I love you!" She said happily. I shot her a freaked out look.
"Well, do you promise not to get uncomfortable?" She asked, still laughing a little. I unthinkingly agreed, not picking up on the signs.
"She's um... PMS-ing, sweetie," My mom said, sounding like she was still trying not to laugh. I couldn't say anything. I was too busy staring between the phone and my best friend in shock and disgust. Well, I think I broke a promise.
"What do I do?" I whispered in terror.
"Get her home. She'll be fine, but I'm just warning you, sweetheart, that's gonna last a few days," I groaned as I realized what she meant.
"Okay, thanks Mommy. Love you. See ya later."
I hung up, then turned to face Sonny, who was now staring impassively at the ceiling.
"You okay?" I tried. She looked at me.
"If having cramps that make you feel like you're being stabbed multiple times with a machete qualifies as okay, then, yep, I'm fine." Sonny said brightly. I blushed crimson.
"Do you... need... anything?" I asked carefully. No way was I getting her any girlie products, best friend or not.
"I want to go home. Take me home! NOW!" She yelled at me. I winced, rubbing my ear.
"Okay, okay, sheesh, I'll take you home..."
Half an hour later, I pulled up outside her house. On the way home, I heard the story of her arrival to the studios via skate-board. Ha. Leave it to Sonny...
"Kay, see you later?" I asked.
"If you're coming round, I want an Evanescence CD, and lots of Chinese food," She informed me. I rolled my eyes before driving away.
So how come an hour later I was outside her house, holding Chinese food, and a brand new, just bought Evanescence CD?
D/I/K/Y/?
SPOV
Chad had delivered, much to my surprise. Thankfully, I still wanted the Chinese food, and I'd wanted that CD for ages. We were watching Take Me Out, all curled up together one minute, sitting far apart the next, depending on how I felt. I have a suspicion someone told Chad what was going on with me- time of the month wise- so he was being extra careful to do what I wanted. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't milking it a bit, though.
"Chad?" I asked.
"Yes?"
"Can you get me some iced tea?" I asked. He immediately got up and went into the kitchen, which made me smirk. I mean, normally he might have done it, but like an hour or two after I'd asked.
"Sonny?"
"What?"
"You have no iced tea." He informed me warily. Ugh, why iced tea? It's disgusting!
"That's okay. I don't want iced tea, anyway." He walked back in, rolling his eyes.
During a break, when we were all cuddled up, Chad turned to me.
"Sonny?"
"Mmm?"
"Will you ask Mr Condor to make us partners on the bonding trip again?" He asked me, hope lighting his eyes. I stared at him blankly.
"Since when were we not partners, Goldie?" I asked him, raising my eyebrows.
"Um..." He mumbled. A few minutes later, he turned to me again.
"What do you see in Devon anyway?" Devon? Devon from his cast didn't talk to me much, except to pin me against a wall and threaten me occasionally. I looked at him in confusion.
"What do you mean, see in him?" I asked.
"Well, you're in love with him, aren't you?" I just so happened to be taking a sip of Diet Coke when he said that, so I promptly choked and did a spit take, narrowly missing him.
"Wh- what?" I spluttered.
"You told me..." He mumbled. I put my hand to his forehead.
"What crap are you talking, sweetheart?" I said worriedly.
"You switched partners to be with Devon and made me go with Dakota." He said sadly. "And you told me you loved Devon!" He practically sounded hysterical now.
"Chad?"
"Yeah?"
That's when I slapped him around the face.
"OUCH!"
"Are you sane now?" I asked critically. He stared at me in shock.
"You hit me!"
"You were being an idiot!"
"So... it was... just a dream? Or rather, nightmare?" He asked me hopefully, his hair sticking forward and making him look like an adorable five year old. Even more adorable than usual...
Did I just think that?
"Um... yes. Yes, I think you were." I informed him.
"Oh, that's good." He said. I rolled my eyes, then hugged him.
"Shut up, Chad." I muttered.
"Whatever you want, Sonshine."
A/N So that was... about five thousand words of random crap. Look! We had a little Tawnico, a little of Sonny freaking about her past, a little Chad/Family love, a little Chad-teenaged-boy-ridiculousness, and a little Channy fluff. Whoa!
Did you all like it? I hope so... I stayed up til now- 3.17 am- finishing it for you! Today was my last day of school, so I'm off for the summer now, whoot! :D
Be nice, tell me your thoughts, review!
Love you all, thank you so much for the continued support :)
Hannah x
PS Today as I was crossing the road, I did the peace sign at a car and yelled 'Peace out, suckers!" It was one of the most entertaining moments of my life, even if I did nearly get run over xD