Not Over Shoes

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"What do you mean, 'those are my shoes,'?" Sonny asked, crossing her arms. "They happen to be mine!"

"Oh, come on Sonny, no girl I know wears size nine-and-a-half black converse high-tops. It's just not feminine," Chad replied smoothly.

Sonny turned bright red. "I happen to have larger feet than most girls," she said, blushing crimson. "Is that so wrong?"

"She's very sensitive about her feet," Tawni chirped. She was watching the whole thing from the sofa, the abandoned soap opera still playing on TV.

"I'm not sensitive!" Sonny shouted, causing Chad to wince slightly.

"Then why are you shouting?" he challenged, swinging the high-tops over his shoulder and letting them dangle by their laces.

"I'M NOT SHOUTING!" Sonny glared at him, then cleared her throat, regaining her composure.

"Now," she said, running a hand through her hair like she did whenever she was trying to calm herself. "If you don't mind, Chadwick, I would like my shoes back, please."

"Okay, number one; don't call me Chadwick. Number two; these are my shoes!"

"Okay," Sonny said, a challenging note in her voice. "If they're your shoes, then where did you get them?"

"Payless."

"Shoot! Me too!" Sonny frowned unhappily at him.

"There's only one way to settle this," Tawni said, rising up so that her knees were sinking into the cushions and her torso was above the back part of her couch. "Rock-paper-scissors war."

"Okay Tawni, we're not gonna be doing a rock-paper-scissors war over shoes," Chad said, turning to her with an annoyed expression.

"What's the matter? Chicken?" Sonny smirked at him, one hand on her hip. Chad looked at her and she raised an eyebrow.

"You look like Demi Lovato when you do that," he informed her, and she scoffed and rolled her eyes while Tawni laughed.

"Can't you just give me my shoes and go away?" Sonny pleaded, and Chad shook his head.

"Sonny, they're my shoes, okay? I think I'd know if they were somebody else's!"

Frustrated, Sonny exhaled sharply, and went to go sit in front of the door to her dressing room. Chad gave her a questioning look, and she smiled angelically up at him.

"You're not leaving until you give me back my high-tops, Chad." She told him stubbornly. Chad rolled his eyes.

"If I do that rock-paper-scissors war thing with you, then can I go back to my set? Being in here for too long makes me itchy." Chad said matter-of-factly. Sonny beamed at him.

"Great! On the count of three then," she said. "One, two, three!"

Both fists flashed rock. Chad groaned. Tawni looked delighted.

"Okay, again," he said, and set the high-tops down beside him. He kneeled down so that he was level with Sonny and extended his fist out again.

"Ready?" Sonny asked. He nodded. "One, two, three!"

Rock.

"One, two, three!"

Scissors.

"One, two, three!"

Paper.

"ONE, TWO, THREE!!"

Scissors again.

Five minutes later:

"Okay, this isn't working," Sonny exclaimed as both their fists yielded paper yet again.

"Tell me about it. It's like you're reading my mind," Chad said, massaging his sore wrist. Tawni was shaking uncontrollably on the floor, in the process of splitting her sides from laughter.

"Ooh, you two are so incredibly perfect for each other," she hooted, clutching her sides.

"Tawni, it's not that funny," Sonny snapped as she leaned forward in her sitting position, preparing to stand up. Suddenly, a movement in Chad's foot area caught her eye.

"Hey!" she cried triumphantly, causing Chad to give a start.

"What?" he asked, looking at her like she was some kind of lunatic. She couldn't blame him though; she'd bet her smile was stretching off the sides of her face.

"Look at your feet, Chad, and tell me what you see," Sonny instructed. Chad obliged, and he stared at his shoes for quite some time. Tawni had even grown quiet, and was watching the pair from the foot of the sofa.

"Well?" Sonny asked, placing her hands on her hips and looking at him expectantly.

"Oh," was all that Chad could muster. The poor boy looked so sheepish, but Sonny was secretly reveling in his moment of humility.

"Wow, Chad, you're really a moron aren't you?" Tawni giggled.

For there, on the size nine-and-a-half feet of Chad Dylan Cooper, were fastened a tidy looking pair of black Converse high-tops with white laces. Chad's face looked surprisingly red.

"Now, give me my shoes, please," Sonny said, extending her hand. It was at this point that she became quite frightened, for while Chad's head was still bent, she saw an evil little spark leap into his eye, and his head snapped up so suddenly that she couldn't help recoiling a bit.

"Alright, Sonny," Chad said, and there was a hint of devilishness in his facial expression. "I admit it – they were your shoes, and I am a boob."

"A boob?" Tawni interjected.

"It's figurative!" Chad snapped defensively, and then turned back to Sonny with his trademark charming smile. She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Anyway," he continued, "I just want you to know that Chad Dylan Cooper does not go down without a fight. There's something I want from you before I give you these overlarge man-shoes back."

"Okay first," Sonny said angrily, "does the term, 'we just had a rock-paper-scissors-war' mean anything to you? And second, my shoes are not man-shoes, okay, they're unisex! And my feet are not overlarge!!"

Tawni was watching the whole thing with glee.

"Are you done yet?" Chad asked her impatiently. "Do you want your shoes or not?"

"I'd enjoy having them back on my feet, yes," Sonny lifted her leg and waggled her toes at him. "What is it you want from me, Chad?"

Chad leaned forward, his eyes half closed and his breath on her face, and poor Sonny couldn't help but be enveloped in the intense blueness of his eyes.

"I'll give you your shoes back if you give me a kiss," Chad said in a low, hypnotic voice.

Unfortunately, Sonny regained her senses.

"A kiss?! WHAT?!" She then proceeded to stomp about the room, yelling and shouting angry military jargon she had learned from her drill instructor of an uncle. Tawni, who had been watching the whole thing with great interest, sat up perkily and whipped out her phone, preparing to arm herself with blackmail on her friends.

"Do you want your shoes or not?" Chad asked again when Sonny was finished smashing things. She took a deep inhale and breathed out, letting her exhale whistle through her rounded lips. When she looked up, she hoped the glare she was giving him would turn him to stone.

"Why do you want a kiss from me anyway? I thought you hated Randoms?" she questioned.

Under the florescent lighting, Sonny could swear that she saw Chad's complexion turn half a shade pinker than it had been before. But, when he answered, he seemed just as straightforward and arrogant as ever.

"That's for me to know, and you to not." He replied smoothly. Tawni made a mental check to remember that one. "My lips await, Sonny Monroe." He dangled the black Converse in front of his face, shielding himself from her fierce scowl.

Taking a deep breath, Sonny walked forward. Almost tenderly, she guided his raised arm downward, resting her small hand on his elbow. Slowly, she leaned her face in and although she hadn't expected it, he met her halfway. They stayed like that for a long time, until finally the shoes tumbled forgotten onto the floor beside them.

Tawni watched quietly, the urge to photograph them gone now; replaced by the need to tear. She'd never seen anything sweeter, save for that little boy who had proposed to her in the grocery store the other day. She slid her phone back into her pocket, and walked silently past them, headed for the door. Before she opened it, however, she paused, and looked back at the shoes. Quickly, with ninja-like movements, she snatched them up and dashed towards the door, speeding down the hallway as fast as she could.

They were, after all, her shoes all along.

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