Chapter 9: Chad's Surprise
I nod at everybody. I walk through the huddled group to walk to Chad who was standing a couple feet away. I knew a long time ago that this was going to happen, seeing Chad again, but I just didn't want it to happen. But I can't avoid him…I need to say goodbye to him properly, before I leave for my vacation.
5 minutes until show time! says Marshall through the P.A. system.
I continue to walk, I still have time. He stands there with flowers, chocolates, and his leather jacket. He stands there with his beautiful blue eyes and perfect blonde hair; being obviously attractive. A shiver drop down my spine: Nico told me he also has a surprise for me.
"Hey," I start.
"Hey," he replies back.
We pause awkwardly.
Suddenly, we say, "I need to tell you something," simultaneously.
We stop and smile.
"You go first," he says.
"No, you first," I say.
"No, you!" he says.
"You, I insist," I say.
"Oh my gosh, just start already!" Zora exclaims, popping out from the barrel that was right beside us. How does she do that?
"Okay, well…I already know," Chad says. "I already know that you're leaving to Wisconsin tonight after the show."
"How'd you know?"
"Oh, your friend, Nico, has been helping me," he says.
"Why's he helping you? No offense."
"No, it's alright, I won't blame you, I am a jerk after all," he says, and continues, "Well, we made a deal. He helps me and I help him get Chastity."
Haha! I knew Nico had a thing for Chastity. "So did you help him with the song?" I ask Chad, I mean I heard Nico play in Mackenzie Falls, so maybe he was practicing with Chad.
"What song?" Chad ask, confuse. "Nico wrote a song?"
"Yeah…it goes something like this…" I say and then, I hum the tune.
As I continue to hum, I see Chad put down the flowers and chocolates onto the barrel that Zora was at—and oddly disappeared from—and reach behind it. He pulls out his guitar, and I stop humming to stare at him with confusion.
He looks down on the neck of his guitar placing his fingers on the first chord, and once set, he looks up with blue eyes wide open. He strums a chord progression. The tune plays out.
I'm used to be on my own
Keeping my heart shut down
If I don't go there, I won't get hurt
But the pretty girl said
If you never ever gonna get hurt again
Are you ever gonna feel another thing my friend
And I like the way she talks
And I la, la, la, la
Like the way she spins my world around
And my ha, ha, ha, ha
Heart's good for one more kick
So how do we do this?
'Cause I believe you're worth it
How do we do this what to take?
And isn't gonna break me down
I found that nothin' can come from nothin'
So you better come round, I'm down
How do we do this?
So tell me get ready
'Cause things are gettin' heavy
And I don't wanna fall apart
'Cause spending time with you
Was all I wanna do
You know, it's scary givin' up your heart
But you give me that something
Been waiting so long and I make you smile
That's why I wrote this song
And I la, la, la, la
Like the way you spin my world around
And my ha, ha, ha, ha
Heart's good for one more kick
So how do we do this?
'Cause I believe you're worth it
How do we do this, what to take?
And isn't gonna break me down
I found, that nothin' can come from nothin'
So you better come round, I'm down
How do we do this?
I'm risking, one kiss is all that its taken
I'm shaking, heart breakin'
I think you'll be worth the pain
And I la, la, la, la
Like the way she spins my world around
And my ha, ha, ha, ha
Heart's good for one more kick
So how do we do this?
'Cause I believe you're worth it
How do we do this, what to take?
And isn't gonna break me down
I found, that nothin' can come from nothin'
So you better come round, I'm down
How do we do this?
It was Chad all along.
Chad wrote this song.
For me…
"Sonny, how are we gonna do this when you're going to stay at Wisconsin?" Chad says, swinging his guitar back with the strap so it would lie on his back. He holds my hands, his eyes piercing mine. "Sonny, you can't leave Hollywood."
"Chad, what are you saying? You don't want me to go on my vacation?" I ask, confuse.
"Wha—? It was just for vacation?" Chad asks with disbelief. "I can't believe Nico didn't tell me that! I'm gonna—" and then, Chad stops his rage, and looks back at me. "Wait, no…it doesn't even matter…the song is still for you whether or not Wisconsin was only a vacation. It still has the same meaning: I want you back."
My heart is pounding against my chest.
I feel all my surroundings disappearing and all I see is Chad. I only see Chad. Was once a curse, but now a gift; I am looking at an angel; a stupid, blonde-haired, blue-eyed angel.
My angel.
He is my angel looking back at me with desperation, waiting for an answer.
"Chad," I say but my quivering lip gave out. I gasp and tears swells in my eyes. I run into him for a gripping hug.
My heart continues to pound, but this time, I feel Chad's in rhythm with mine. As my tears stain his blue shirt, his breath wavers on my necks.
"I miss you Sonny," he whispers as he bring his hand to my waist.
"You shouldn't have missed me," I whisper back, looking into his heavenly eyes. He tilts his head in confusion. "Because at the end we would always come back to each other," I explain.
I slowly lead my wrapped arms around his stomach to encircle the back of his neck. I tip-toe to his level, and lean slightly in. Moving slowly in, still thinking whether or not this is a good idea, Chad's lips suddenly fill the space between us. My mind limps, not even thinking anymore. My heart explodes, and I see stars behind my lidded eyes.
We hear cheers. Wait…what…cheers?
We pull apart and look around. The curtains are gone, visibly showing us to the live audience. I turn to see who pull the curtains on us, and I see Nico Harris with a smirk. He winks towards us and gives us a thumbs-up.
"I didn't tell him to do that," I hear Chad say.
"It's alright," I say as I turn back to Chad with a smile. "You always do your best performance with an audience, right?"
Chad's hands hold my face into his guitar-calloused hands. "I don't know, I guess it always helps that you're always on my mind. Did you know that all this time I was diagnosed with SMS?"
"What's that?" I whisper as he pulls my face towards his.
"Sonny Munroe Syndrome," he says, and kisses me again.
Author's Note: *squeals* *dead* *comes back alive* I need to add one more chapter! 0_0
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