AN: Please excuse any typos in here. I wrote it as quickly as I could, not wanting to keep you guys waiting. I only read over it two times and corrected a few things, but it still isn't perfect. Sorry =[

All I could do was sit on the stool, doing nothing but staring off into space angrily at my predicament instead of annoyance at how my butt kept falling asleep. To think, just five and a half hours ago, I was sitting depressed at my trashy apartment. Chad coming back and have me at his house getting a makeover was the last thing on my mind. Even in my wildest dreams - or - nightmares, I would have never expected this to happen.

Every once in a while, Elyse would roughly turn my head and order me to face a certain way. I tried my best to concentrate my emotions on happy things, so tears wouldn't fall and Elyse have to take even more time doing my makeup. Not crying was hard, since I would feel constant hair tugging, as if she was trying to rip it right out of my head.

"Pain is beauty." she kept saying every time I would whimper in discomfort. If that were true, I would have been model-worthy a looong time ago.

"Wow." I heard Elyse say.

"What?" I asked, my eyes still closed.

"You actually look…good. For you." I didn't know whether to say thank you or not. I wasn't exactly sure why Elyse seemed to hate me, while she treated Chad like he was her son.

I actually didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want to give Elyse, or Chad the satisfaction of making me go along with all of this. Yet, curiosity got the best of me. I peeked.

"Whoa!" I jumped back, nearly falling off of the stool and onto the floor. I caught my balance and repositioned myself on the small chair.

I leaned torwards the mirror slowly, my hand touching my face to make sure it was really me.

I had artificial color on my face now, thanks to the blush. The bags under my eyes were non-existent now, thanks to the concealer. I never had any problem with bumps, so that wasn't an issue. And my eyes were focused on by eyeliner, eyeshadow, and mascara. I also had a seemingly natural glow to me. My face looked nice, I must admit. But even when I was younger, I had never been into makeup much.

It was my hair that I really loved. My split ends were taken care of, and my bangs were full once again. Instead of my hair being choppy, it was now full of beautiful, brown, shiny curls. Even though I wasn't beautiful, my hair definitely was.

"This is nice, Elyse. Thank you."

"My pleasure, dear. We need to get you out of that robe now, shall we?"

I immediately shot my head up at her. Was she going to like present me with no clothes on to Chad or something? I didn't want to think about that part of my new "job" yet. Maybe, If I was lucky, I could get Chad to completely bypass it. I thought I would at least clean something first, before Chad wanted me to do…that.

Then again, I had to remember who this was. Chad Dylan Cooper is a huge asshole, but he wouldn't rape me. If I didn't want to sleep with him, he wouldn't make me.

…but would he not give me the money unless I did?

The noise from Elyse vapidly sliding hangers against the metal clothing rack snapped me out of my wondering thoughts. "I think this would look good on you." she said, holding up a yellow and green t-shirt. Not even a dull yellow and green. A bright one, that made me want to shield my eyes. "Chad tells me that he had an old uniform for you, but it didn't work out. He ordered these clothes for back up, and has now requested that you wear these."

"Um, thanks, but I don't really wear bright colors…have any black?"

She shook her head. "This isn't a problem, is it? I don't need to call Mr. Cooper for you, do I?"

I wasn't sure exactly how much Elyse knew, but she seemed to already have figured out that Chad is in charge of pretty much everything I do. And that he'd get so mad at me if I put up a fight about this. "No. No problem whatsoever."

She smiled. "Good. Try these on." she said, gesturing to the gigantic, super long clothing rack.

Words tried to come out of my mouth, but instead released a hollow coughing sound. "All of them?" I finally managed.

"Mr. Cooper's orders."

"Since when do you call him Mr. Cooper?"

"It's for your benefit. He's your boss, after all."

I sighed, blowing my bangs in the air for a second. "Of course."

Over and hour and twelve outfits later, I was finally onto my last pair of pants and shirt. My eyes lit up when I realized the color.

"I get to wear black?"

Elyse chuckled. "That's the most alive your eyes have been all day."

I smiled back at her, and went behind the room divider once again.

When I came out minutes later, Elyse was putting all of the makeup she used on me back into her bag. "You're leaving?" I asked, surprised that I was a little bit sad.

"Yes, darling, I'm afraid I must."

I looked down to my black sweatpants, then back up at her. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sweetie." she smiled at me, and then looked as if she wanted to say more. I looked at her, waiting.

"Can I just know one thing?" she brought up her pointer finger, symbolizing the number one.

"Sure."

She was silent for a few more seconds. "Why, exactly, do you need the money so badly? Is it drugs?" her eyes got big at the last sentence. I couldn't help but giggle at her speculations.

"No, actually. It's…a family thing." I shrugged.

She nodded at me in understanding. "You know, when I was young, my family was dirt poor. On top of that, my mother died when I was barely nine years old."

"I'm so sorry."

She nodded once again. "Me, too. But anywho, it was just me, my little brother and sister, and my dad. We were down to our very last penny, and were on the brink of being homeless. My father was disabled and couldn't work. So me, being the oldest in the family, had to quit school and go to work. Any work, as long as it made us money. I was fifteen, then."

"That must have been awful for you. Having to give everything up for your family…" just as those words came out of my mouth, I realized I was doing the exact same thing for my mom. Elyse noticed my recognition, and nodded.

"Mr. Cooper, I mean, Chad, is a good boy at heart. It will be hard, but you seem like a strong girl. You can pull through."

She slipped on her black trench coat and slid her bag onto her shoulder.

I left my awkward standing position, and walked up to hug her. She was surprised, but then squeezed me back.

"Thank you again, Elyse. For everything."

She nodded. "I must be going, dear. But good luck. Tell Chad I said goodbye for me."

"I will." I promised, when Elyse was half way out the door.

I sat awkwardly on the floor when the door slammed shut, not wanting to sit back on that rock hard stool.

My back was aching from having to sit on the backless chair for hours, and having to model outfit after outfit to Elyse. Not being able to take it anymore, I plopped my head down on the soft, white carpet and sighed in satisfaction.

My heart jumped as I heard the door creak open, and the heavy footsteps coming torwards me. I opened my eyes to see Chad standing right above me, staring down, amused. His ice blue eyes sparkled at me, while he was obviously holding back a laugh.

"What exactly are you doing?"

I blew the hair off of my face and sat up. "Relaxing." I responded. I was beginning to sit up, but was way too weak.

"You look tired."

"What was your first clue?"

He laughed. "What's so funny?" I asked wonderingly.

"You just reminded me, it's time for your rules."

I frowned. "Way to ruin my temporary good mood, Chad."

"It's the least I could do." he held out his hand, and I reluctantly accepted it.

"Follow me." he pulled me up.

I groaned, frustrated. "I wanna go to sleep." I whined.

"I know, I know. You've had a long day. Just read this, then you can go." he passed me a paper, with words in his handwriting. I had expected him to have someone write for him.

"Must not think nice thoughts about?" I read aloud.

"Wrong paper." he quickly snatched it from me. "That was, um, my shopping list."

I squinted at him for a second, after he placed a different paper in my empty hands. "Right."

Sonny's Rule List (in no particular order)

1: No back-talk.

2: Must always address me as either Mr. Cooper, The Great One, or Sir.

3: Can wear regular clothes when alone, but must wear NEW uniform when company is over.

4: Once done with daily chores, is free to use the house in whatever APPROPRIATE way is chosen.

5: I understand it is hard to resist Chad Dylan Cooper, but PLEASE TRY to not fall in love.

6: No insulting.

7: No disrespect.

8: Must make every meal for CDC unless told otherwise.

9: While cooking, Sonny Munroe is not allowed to use any knives, unless in my presence.

10: No cutting whatsoever.

11: Must complete all assignments with no complaints.

12: When guests are over, you must address them as Sir or Madam. Even if you know them.

I read the list again and again and again. Chad looked at me, waiting for an okay. I looked up at him. "Alright. First of all, do you realize how often you transition from first, second, and third person? Second, new uniform? When the hell did you get me a new uniform? Third, 'try not to fall in love'? Why on earth would I fall in love with you? And fourth, The Great One? Really, Chad, Really?"

I tried to block out the last part of rule number twelve. Even if you know them. I might have to actually…serve the jerks and bitches who even to this day hate me?

Joy.

"Sleep on it." Chad said, sliding his hands out of his pocket. "You look tired. It's ten o' clock."

I don't know what shocked me more. His kind tone, or the fact that it was so late already.

"Here, follow me. I'll show you your room."

My heart started beating rapidly as we ascended the stairs. It was the first time I had seen the second floor all day. It still looked exactly the same, just like the lower half of the house. "It's like the Twilight Zone." I whispered. Chad laughed, and took my hand. That's when the worst thing ever possible happened.

Sparks.

Chad touched me, and I felt effing sparks. This boy who hurt me so much gave me sparks. I quickly snatched my hand away from him and continued to follow him into my new bedroom. I noticed myself peeking at every room we passed, just in case. It was going to be so weird, sleeping in a room that I've never slept in before. As strange as it is, I was going to miss my rock hard bed with chipping walls.

He finally opened a door, torwards the end of the hall.

It was beautiful. The walls were white, and the closet was mirrored. The vanity table, dresser, and lamps, were all black; along with the tiles. The bed sat in the middle of a room, with a white rug sticking out of it. Basically, it was all classily decorated in black and white. Mostly black. Just my style.

"I made it black and white on purpose. I figured you still liked bright colors, and the plainness and classiness of the room would piss you off." he scratched the back of his head, fluffing it.

"It's perfect." I said.

He smiled at me. "Glad you like it. Your dresser and closet is stocked with clothes."

I stepped into the room, then turned back around to him. "What would you have done if I got immensely fat?" I joked, while I was secretly creeped out that he knew my size. All of the clothes that Elyse forced me to try on earlier fit perfectly.

He winked at me. "'Night, Sonny. My room is right next to yours. And by the way, you look really good. Honestly, you looked good before."

I smiled back at him. "Goodnight, Oh Great One." I joked.

As soon as he left, I raced over to my new bed, soaking in the softness. Tempurpedic, huh?

Maybe staying here won't be too bad after all.