Not In a Dream

This should be fun. I love going crazy! Oh, and her dad is dead, just so you know, so maybe that'll give you a clue what they're talking about. Well, I made him dead, anyway, I don't know if he is on the show, so…just…yeah…READ IT!

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"Grandma, where are the firecrackers?" Sonny called out the window. A little girl with grey hair who greatly resembled Zora pulled up on a motorcycle in front of her house.

"In the fridge!" she called, and sped off, disappearing down a highway that hadn't been there before.

Sonny wiped her hands off on her flowery apron and headed towards the kitchen, whistling. A large tree was sprouting up in the middle of the room, and she grabbed a knob, twisted it, and pulled hard. When it opened, she saw dragons and red lanterns and buildings with triangular pointy roofs. A bright red sparkler shot out at her and she caught it in her hand.

"Thank you, Chi-Fu!" She called to a guy in bright golden robes. He bowed elegantly to her and she closed the tree, zipping it up for safe measure. Humming something she heard from Camp Hip-Hop, she headed towards her balcony, and opened the door. Brushing aside the curtains that were made from mirrors, she opened the door and heaved the lit sparkler into the dark black sky. It landed somewhere high above, and then exploded. It stayed like that, glowing so brightly it could have been the sun. Actually it was the sun.

Sonny made it sunny. (Sorry. Had to.)

"Good job, my love," came a voice. Which turned into three. Which turned into thirty. Sonny turned around, and there, sitting on an enormous white horse, was none other than Chad Dylan Cooper. He was smiling down at her pompously, a single red rose in his teeth.

"Chad?" Sonny asked. "Wha-?"

"Shh!" Suddenly right in front of her, he pressed his finger to her lips. "Don't speak! You'll ruin the moment, my darling Sonny."

"What moment? I was just doing my chores," Sonny replied, holding up a broom and a bucket.

Chad beamed at her and tapped the schedule he held in his hand. "My records say that you, Ms. Monroe, are late for your appointment with Mr. Cooper. I'll notify him that you have arrived immediately."

"Thank you, Geoffrey," Sonny found herself saying. She straightened her pencil skirt and picked up her briefcase, checking her watch. "Now go get me some coffee, decaf, vanilla bean, hold the whip cream."

"On it," Geoffrey said, and hurried off over the mountain. Sonny pushed open the revolving door then slammed it, making the man at the desk look up in shock.

"Oh, good morning, Sonny." Her dad smiled at her and got up, straightening his tie. He hugged her warmly, and she hugged back, happy to see him again.

"How was your trip?" She asked, sitting down on the grass.

Mr. Monroe beamed. "Magnificent, of course! He really missed me. But I got there in the end, and we've done nothing but celebrate the whole time. I've come to visit, though; I'll have to go back after this whole thing is done. I mean, what kind of father would I be if I missed my own daughter's wedding?"

"A bad one," Sonny agreed, and then joined him in milking the cow. "So when am I going to find out who my fiancé is?"

"Just as soon as you see him at the altar," Mr. Monroe said happily, kicking the bucket full of milk away. It splattered onto Sonny and she tried to scrub it off as much as she could, but to her amazement it began to glitter and spread until she was covered head-to-toe with sparkling white silk. Her veil seemed to stretch out over the horizon, and the ocean breeze blew the strands of her hair that weren't tied up around her face.

"Ready, baby?" Her mother asked. Sonny shook her head vigorously.

"What if he's not there? What if he's left me for somebody else? What if this whole thing doesn't work out? What if -?"

"Honey," her mother cupped her face in her hands as her father entered, wearing his favorite jumpsuit. "Do you love Chad?"

"Yes," Sonny said desperately. "But I don't know if he loves me! That's why I'm so scared, Mommy, I don't want to be scared…"

She began crying and her mother softly pulled her daughter's head to her chest, stroking her hair. Her father put his hand on her elbow.

"If you love this boy then everything will be okay," her mother and father's voices combined to make one. They swirled around her filling the air with their voices, becoming like music. No, wait, they were music. Music filled the room and her father hooked his arm through hers.

"Time to go, dear," he said softly, and suddenly she stopped crying, and she walked over the bridge of clouds while her father disappeared from her side. But she barely noticed, her eyes were focused on Chad's. He was smiling so happily, it made her even happier.

She floated up to him, and they pressed their palms together, intertwining their fingers. He smelled so good, like bubble bath. "I do, Sonny." Chad murmured in her ear. His voice was off, though, it sounded far away.

"You do?" Sonny said, but it came out as a murmur. What was wrong with her? She couldn't move her lips!

Then she figured out why: there was a pair of them already on hers. Suddenly, everything turned black, and the air became incredibly warm, and she was extremely comfortable. The lips moved on hers, and she subconsciously felt for the boy's head, pulling him closer. It was a very nice feeling, until a sharp pain on her tongue made her snap her eyes open.

"Mmm!" She said, and her eyes widened as she saw Chad's, blue and confused, boring into hers. His arms were flailing madly and his lips were pressed against hers. She screamed into his mouth and launched herself away from him, tumbling over the back of the sofa.

"Woah," Chad said, standing up straight and fixing his hair. "Are you okay?"

"You bit my tongue!" Sonny cried thickly.

"Well I had to wake you up somehow!" Chad said defensively, raising his arms up defensively.

"Why would you do that? I was having a perfectly wonderful dream," Sonny said, picking herself up and dusting off her clothes.

"Oh, well, let's see, maybe it had something to do with the fact that you were kissing me in your sleep!" Chad screeched.

"Psh," Sonny said, panicking inside but playing it cool. "You liked it."

Chad stood there with his mouth open and his arms loose at his sides, incoherent words issuing out of his mouth.

"Well, you liked it more," he sniffed haughtily, and then marched out of the room. Sonny waited until he was gone, then sighed a sigh that sounded more like an aggravated growl. She picked up the nearest pillow and screamed into it.

He was a really good kisser.

Yay another chapter in the same day! Hooray! The next one will be called Not Near. Reviews would be nice. You know you want to. You really do. You're dying of suspense to hit that button and praise my writing. I know you are. Go ahead. Do it. Take a stand. Now!