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Chapter Eleven
SPOV
We ran to the elevators together, and when we were inside he grabbed my hand and squeezed. Outside I made him let go, in case there were any paparazzi, which there usually is, and I didn't want anyone to know just yet.
"Calm down Sonny, how far could she have gone?"
"Chad, she left about thirty seconds before us. It takes about ten seconds for her to type a tweet usually, and roughly two milliseconds to publish that tweet. So, in those thirty second, she could have already tweeted three times!"
"Good point. Which way would she have gone?"
"That way," I said, pointing down the street that led to Lucy's house, "she lives down there, and I'm pretty sure she would have gone home."
"Okay, well, c'mon then."
We walked down the street as fast as we could without looking strange, and when we finally got to Lucy's house, we knocked on the door. Her mom answered. Oh-oh. She never really liked me.
"Hey, Sandra. Is Lucy here, by any chance?"
"Of course she is, where else would she be?" she sneered.
"Well, she was-"
"SONNY!" said Lucy from behind her mom, making hand gestures to tell me to shut up.
"Oh, hey Luce."
"Hey. Wow, what a surprise. And you're with Chad Dylan Cooper. Weird." She said, overacting slightly.
"Chad Dylan Cooper? Isn't that that guy you're obsessed with from that silly soap opera you like so much? What's he doing here?" asked her mom, looking confused.
"Oh, no, mom, that's…Brad Simon Blooper."
"Are you sure? He looks suspiciously like the guy on all your posters."
"Yeah, I'm…a lookalike!" Chad cut in.
"A what?"
"I look like Brad. So I changed my name to make it rhyme, and I make a living from it."
"How?" she asked suspiciously.
"Girls pay me to pretend to be Brad and come meet them and their friends."
"Lucy! Don't tell me you are paying this boy to impress your friends!"
"No! Chad's a friend of mine! I just thought I'd introduce him to Lucy, free of charge. As an early birthday present."
"Well, in that case, go right ahead." She sighed, but moved away from the doorway to let us past.
"Thanks, Sandra."
"It's fine. But Lucy, make sure you keep your bedroom door open!"
"Mom! It's not like I'm alone with a boy! Sonny's here too!"
"Never stopped me when I was your age."
"MOM!"
"Sorry. But keep that door open, or else young lady!"
"Whatever."
Blushing bright red, Luc led us both up to her bedroom.
"So sorry, guys, she's so embarrassing!"
"It's fine, whatever." Smiled Chad, looking around the room.
"Oh. My. God. Chad Dylan Cooper is in my bedroom! And he's dating my best friend!"
"Oh, yeah, Lucy, about that."
"What? You haven't broken up already, have you?"
"No! I mean, we were never going out. And we never will if you tell anyone about this, okay. If we date, we are keeping it quiet, and the minute the media finds out, the pressure from paparazzi and fans will drive us crazy and we'll end up breaking up."
"Oh. Well, in that case, you're very lucky."
"Why?"
"Because, it would already be all over the internet, but I left my phone her when I snuck out, so I couldn't tweet on the way back, and then I had to pretend to be doing homework, because mom came in, and then she went down to answer the door, and I was just logging into Facebook when I heard your voice."
"Oh. So, you haven't said anything? To anyone?"
"Nope, not yet. And, if it bothers you so much, I won't. I promise. But if you're a good friend, you won't make me keep such a big secret."
"And if you're a good friend, you wouldn't try to guilt me into something I don't want to do. And you wouldn't 'borrow' my clothes and 'accidentally' shrink them in the wash so that they don't fit me, and you have to keep them. So I guess we're even."
"Hey! I only did that, like, twice."
"You have seven tops, three skirts, and five pairs of jeans that used to be mine. They're all in that drawer over there." I said, pointing to the middle drawer on her dresser.
"What? How did you know about that?"
"When you leave me alone in here, what else am I going to do other than explore?"
"I can't believe you went through my stuff!"
"Like you haven't done it to me!"
"I- actually, never mind. I forgive you."
"That's what I thought. Anyway, so, do you promise you won't tell anyone?"
"Sure, I guess."
"Thanks, Luce, it means a lot to me."
"Sure, whatever. Now, you guys should probably leave. I need to prepare myself."
"For what?" I asked, confused.
"For mom. She's probably preparing flash cards for the 'talk' we're going to have later."
"What-oh. Sorry, Luce. Maybe I should have left Chad outside."
"Hey! I'm not a puppy!"
"Sure, Chaddy, sure."
"Sonny!"
"I like saying Chaddy! It's cute!"
"But I hate it!"
"So? I'm still going to say it."
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
"So, are we good?" he yelled as we were walking out of the front door.
"Oh, we are so good." I giggled, leaning forwards to kiss him quickly.
We walked back to my place in silence. It was cold out, and I started shivering, so he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, allowing me to snuggle into his side.
"Chad?" I asked when we got to my front door.
"Yeah, Sonshine?"
"Can you stay here for a while?"
"Well, I would, but are you sure your mom would like that?"
"Well, she won't be back till early morning, and you don't have to stay over. I just don't want to be alone all night. I get scared." I admitted, blushing.
"Okay, sure, I'll stay for a little while."
"Thanks."
"Just promise me something?"
"Sure, Chad, anything."
"Promise me you won't try to take advantage of me?"
"What-Chad!" I whisper-shouted, slapping his arm playfully. He laughed as I blushed even harder.
"You look like a tomato, Sonny."
"Thanks, Chad that really boosts my self-esteem."
"Aw, don't worry Sonny. You're a very beautiful tomato. Sexy, too."
"Chad? Did you just say I was a sexy tomato?"
"Yup."
"Chad? Please stop talking now."
"Good idea."
We went inside, planning to sit down and watch some TV, but when we saw the state of the couch we decided that that wasn't the best idea. There was a big brown stain on Chads side, and the whole thing was covered in popcorn.
"Great, I bet that stains. I told mom we shouldn't have gotten a white couch! And it's going to stink of salt for ages! She's going to murder me!"
"Aw, c'mon Sonshine, it's not that bad. Look, we can start cleaning it up now, and then we can spray it with some air freshener or something to get rid of the smell."
"And what about the stain?"
"Turn the cushion over, then put something heavy on it for a while so it looks like it's been sat on."
"Wow, looks like you are pretty smart after all."
"Yeah, well, I've cleaned up a lot of messes in my life."
"Really, Chad? What type of messes?"
"Not mine."
"Wow. You mean, you, Chad Dylan Cooper, actually cleaned up someone else's mess? Who knew."
"Well, that was a long time ago. And the guy I was always cleaning up after is out of the picture now, so…"
"Why do I get the feeling that you're not talking about cleaning up this type of mess?"
"Because I'm not, not really."
"You want to talk about it?"
"Not really."
"Okay then."
"But I think you deserve to know."
"Chad, really, it's not important. I don't mind."
"No. If you and I are going to work out, you need to know about my past."
"Are you sure? We can talk about it another night if you'd prefer."
"Nah, it's fine. It was a long time ago now. I'm mostly over it."
"Then why is it important?"
"It just is, okay?"
"Okay!" I said, surprised at his tone of voice. He sounded angry, but something else as well. Almost…sadness, regret. I had a terrible feeling that whatever he was about to tell me was pretty big.
"Okay, so, it started about twelve years ago, when I was five…"