Greetings everyone! This chapter seemed pretty long to me, but oh well. I hope you like it!
Random Advice of the Day: Don't try to balance a plate of food and a strawberry daquiri with one hand. One will end up splattered all over your new outfit.
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"Mommy!"
"What do you want, hun?"
"I want Sonny with a Chance!"
"Go watch it on T.V. then."
"….kay :("
Sonny pulled Chad close and wrapped her arms around him, enjoying the serene moment. She could never have imagined anything better than this.
Moo! Moo! Moo!
Sonny cursed. Of course someone would be calling at that second. She pulled out her phone and looked at the screen.
"Who is it?" Chad asked.
"Portlyn," Sonny replied. She pressed the button and held the phone to her ear. "Hello?"
"Sonny?" Portlyn's voice asked. Her voice cracked and Sonny could tell she had been crying. "This is you, right? I have the right number?"
Sonny laughed. "Yes, you have the right number. What's wrong?"
"I need to know something," Portlyn answered. Sonny waited for her to continue. "What happened with you and Pearce?"
Sonny's eyes widened and Chad pulled his eyebrows together. What was Portlyn saying?
Sonny bit her lip. "Well," she said. "Long story short, he came to the set last week or something, and he asked me out, and I said yes. And then Chad and I stopped talking and I started getting feelings for Pearce." Chad winced. "And then I walked in on him and Tawni making out in our dressing room. That's about it."
Portlyn sighed. "Okay, thanks Sonny." Suddenly, Sonny heard a loud, deep voice in the
background. "No, Pearce!...." Portlyn shouted. "Yes, it's Sonny! I know what happened!..." More shouting and noise. "Get away from me! Ugh!" Then the line went dead.
Sonny gasped and turned to Chad. "We need to get back," she said.
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"Portlyn!" Pearce shouted, banging on the door of Portlyn's dressing room, where she had hid herself after their conversation. He didn't want her knowing what happened with him and Sonny.
"No, Pearce!" cried Portlyn. He could hear the cracking of her voice, indicating to him that she had been crying.
"Are you talking to Sonny?!" He yelled through the door, wiggling the doorknob in an attempt to get in.
"Yes, it's Sonny!" she replied. "I know what happened!"
He cursed loudly and threw himself against the door, breaking it down. "Hang up rightnow!" he shouted. He ran to her and tried to grab the phone from her tightly gripped hand.
"Get away from me! Ugh!" She said, struggling as she practically wrestled him to the floor for it. With one last try, he yanked the phone from her hand and pressed 'End.'
Portlyn blew the hair from out of her eyes and stood up, brushing the dirt from her clothing. "I know what happened," she said. "Don't try to hide it, or make your usual lame excuses."
Pearce smirked.
"I don't want to talk to you ever again," Portlyn said. "Now stop smiling that stupid smile and get the hell out of my dressing room!"
Pearce, still smirking, reached out and cupped Portlyn's cheeks. "Oh, hunny," he said. "Good luck trying to raise that baby of yours alone, because once I walk out that door, I'm never coming back." And with that, he gently smacked the side of her face and strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Portlyn, with the last piece of her heart breaking, began to cry.
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Chad and Sonny burst through the doors of Condor Studios, in a hurry to see Portlyn. Chad's fists clenched and unclenched with every quick step he took; ready to punch that son of a bitch out.
As the two rounded the corner, Sonny collided with a tall figure and was knocked to the ground.
"Watch where you're going, bitch," he said with a laugh.
"Watch what you say, asshole," Chad rebutted, helping Sonny up. When Sonny realized who she had run into, she gasped and took a step back.
"What're you gonna do about it, Cooper?" Pearce said. "Wanna punch me again? Here, I'll give you a free shot. Come on." He tapped his jawbone with his finger, smirking. "Hit me right here, Cooper. Right here."
Chad looked at Sonny, silently considering it.
"Aw, gonna ask your little girlfriend if it's okay, Chaddypoo?" Pearce said, making kissing noises.
Chad nodded slowly to Sonny, and before Pearce could say another word, Sonny kicked Pearce in the unfortunate place where boys do not liked to be kicked.
"Shit!" he cried.
As Pearce fell to the floor in agony and shock, gripping his crotchal area, Sonny bent down and said, "I shouldn't have even wasted my time with you."
With that, Sonny and Chad left, leaving Pearce Connery crumpled on the floor.
"That was some hit, Munroe," Chad said, smirking as they ran towards the hallway where Portlyn's dressing room was located.
"I have my moments," she replied. They arrived at the door marked with a shining star and Chad reached for the doorknob.
"Wait," Sonny said. Chad looked at her expectantly. "Shouldn't we knock?"
Chad rolled his eyes and threw open the door. He immediately saw Portlyn, curled up against her couch with her head in her knees, sobbing. He hated to see her like this; she was one of his friends, and even though he didn't care much about other people, Portlyn and Sonny would always be close to his heart, no matter what.
While Chad stared, frozen in place in the doorway, Sonny rushed over to Portlyn and sat down next to her, wrapping a comforting arm around her. This was one of the things Chad loved about Sonny; she was so kind to everyone. His heart warmed at the sight before realizing he was still standing in the doorway.
Slowly he made his way over and sat down on the other side of Portly. He began stroking her soft, brown hair.
"Did he do anything to you?..." Sonny asked quietly. Portlyn shook her head, still burying it into her knees.
"It's okay," Chad said softly. "I kicked him in the nuts for you." Sonny looked at him quizzically and laughed. Portlyn's head flew up and she grinned at Chad. Despite her running make-up and puffy eyes, seeing her smile made Chad smile back.
"He's not kidding," Sonny said. "He really did. I was there."
The three started laughing at once, and couldn't stop.
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"Mr. Henderson, Mr. Pike," Mr. Condor greeted as he sat down at the conference table of Condor Studios. Mr. Condor, Marshall, and Gerard arranged a meeting to discuss the switch of casting for their shows. "What's this about wanting a casting trade-off?"
He tapped his pen impatiently on the desk. Mr. Condor was a busy man, and didn't have time for anything lengthy and time-consuming.
"Not a trade-off, exactly, sir," Gerard said. "More like a casting re-arrangement." Mr. Condor nodded for him to continue. Gerard stood up and dramatically whipped a white sheet off of a display stand. This revealed a colourful line graph.
With a flick of his pointer, Gerard began. "You see, sir, ever since Chad Dylan Cooper joined Mackenzie Falls, the ratings flew through the roof." He pointed to a drastic increase in the graph. "When we added Portlyn, the ratings got even higher, due to the chemistry between the two."
He then motioned to the steady decline of the line on the graph. "And here was a few months ago; apparently, fans got bored of the predictability of the show and grew tired of Chad and Portlyn together."
Mr. Condor yawned. Seeing this, Gerard tied things up. "Long story short, once the news of Portlyn spread around, the ratings dropped. Then, when the tabloids reported Chad and that Sonny Munroe together, the ratings shot up again. In conclusion, I have requested to have Sonny Munroe join Mackenzie Falls in time for next season. Thank-you." Gerard sat down and winked at Marshall. Marshall sighed.
Mr. Condor looked at Marshall and nodded. This time, Marshall stood up. He, in turn, had created a presentation.
"Mr. Condor and fellow co-worker, I too have put together a small production for your entertainment." He gestured towards the PowerPoint he had set up prior to the meeting. Marshall hit the lights and the first slide began.
"This is a picture of the audience after the first So Random! filming." The seats were half-empty and Marshall glanced from Mr. Condor to Gerard.
"What's your point, Pike? Your show had no viewers from the beginning?" Gerard laughed obnoxiously and Mr. Condor glared.
Marshall, ignoring Gerard, continued. "Now this is the audience after Sonny arrived." He clicked the button and the next slide appeared. This time, the seats were over-flowing with people, all with smiles on their faces. Mr. Condor's eyes widened.
"You see, sir, Sonny has brought joy and laughter to our viewers. She has been the best thing for So Random!, and it would kill your business as well as our show if you decided to send her to Mackenzie Falls." Marshall flipped the lights on and sat back down.
Mr. Condor tapped his chin in thought. If he sent Sonny over to the Falls, that show's ratings would burst through the roof. But if he did this, So Random! would crash and burn.
"This is what will happen," Mr. Condor said sternly, standing up. "Sonny Munroe will film one episode of Mackenzie Falls. If I like it, I will file the paperwork to transfer her there. If she doesn't succeed in a drama, I will keep her on So Random!. Got it?"
The two men nodded, and Mr. Condor left the room.
Gerard smirked. "Told you he'd be on my side."
Psst! I have a secret. Are you ready? Don't tell anyone though, okay? Good, here it is:
LOOK!!!!!!!
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But that shouldn't be a secret.
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P.S. I know in the middle of the story about the kicking Pearce
in the crotch Chad said HE
did it, but he was just trying to take credit for it. Sonny
just went along with it to make
Portlyn feel a little better. Sorry for any confusion. :)
I don't know if I'm allowed to do this, but I was nominated for the
SWAC Awards, and I was hoping maybe you readers could vote
for me? Search SWAC Awards under "Story" for more info
about it. :) Thank-you.
Peace, Love, and Gummy Bears,
-Emily.
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