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Chapter Seventeen
I spent two hours getting ready for my date with Chad that night. Mom was home, strangely, so she helped me do my hair and make-up. I even asked her for her opinion on my dress, which was an above-the-knee strapless red dress. I knew it was only the movies, but I wanted to impress him anyway, and it was the nicest dress I owned. It wasn't that expensive, since I hadn't been on the show long enough to be earning much money, but it was really nice.
"Sonny! He's here!" I heard my mom call from downstairs. Quickly spreading my lip-gloss, I grabbed my jacket and ran down the stairs.
"Hi, Sonny! You look great, as usual." He smiled, looking me up and down, his gaze lingering too long for my mother's taste, obviously, as she quickly spoke up.
"Well, don't you two need to leave? Wouldn't want to miss the movie, now, would you?"
"Yeah, mom, you're right. C'mon, Chad, let's go." I said, hurriedly grabbing my purse and pushing him out the door.
"Sorry, mom's a little overprotective." I told him, blushing.
"That's fine. I'm not surprised, with a daughter that looks like you."
"Aw, Chad!" I gushed.
"C'mon, your mom was right; we are going to miss the movie if we don't hurry up."
"Do we have time for a hello kiss?" I asked innocently.
"If you want. I suppose it doesn't matter if we're a little late…" giggling, I pulled him in for a quick peck, which would have been more had my mother not chosen that moment to knock on the window and make a shooing motion.
"Sorry. Like I said, overprotective."
"No problem, Sonshine. We should go."
We got in the car, and began the journey in a comfortable silence. After a while I was beginning to feel awkward, so I turned on the radio. The One That Got Away by Katy Perry was just coming on.
"I love this song!" we said, simultaneously. I laughed, and started singing along.
"Summer after high school when we first met
We make out in your Mustang to Radiohead
And on my 18th Birthday
We got matching tattoos
Used to steal your parents' liquor
And climb to the roof
Talk about our future
Like we had a clue
Never planned that one day
I'd be losing you
In another life
I would be your girl
We'd keep all our promises
Be us against the world
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
I was June and you were my Johnny Cash
Never one without the other we made a pact
Sometimes when I miss you
I put those records on (Whoa)
Someone said you had your tattoo removed
Saw you downtown singing the Blues
It's time to face the music
I'm no longer your muse
But in another life
I would be your girl
We'd keep all our promises
Be us against the world
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
The o-o-o-o-o-one [x3]
The one that got away
All this money can't buy me a time machine (Nooooo)
It can't replace you with a million rings (Nooooo)
I should've told you what you meant to me (Whoa)
'Cause now I pay the price
In another life
I would be your girl
We'd keep all our promises
Be us against the world
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
The o-o-o-o-o-one [x3]
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away"
"That is such a good song!" I smiled.
"Kinda sad, though."
"Yeah, but all the best songs are sad."
"Good point."
"So, are we nearly there yet?"
"Really, Sonny, really?"
"What?"
"You sound like a little kid."
"Sorry. Are we?"
"Yeah, we'll be another couple minutes, that's all."
"Okay. What movie are we watching?"
"That's a surprise."
"Aw, c'mon, Chad! I hate surprises!"
"No you don't, you love surprises."
"I know, but it was worth a try."
"Just be patient. You'll find out soon enough."
"Can't I at least have a hint?"
"Nope." He smirked, popping the 'p'.
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Fine!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
"So, are we good?"
"No."
"What?" he asked, surprised I'd messed up our infamous 'fight'.
"Tell me what movie we're watching."
"No can do."
"Whatever." I said, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms over my chest, trying to hide the grin threatening to take over my face.
We drove the rest of the way listening to the radio. I wasn't really listening though. I was thinking. What if it was a horror movie? I hated horror movies! I always embarrassed myself, screaming and hiding behind my popcorn bucket, or shutting my eyes and putting my fingers in my ears like a little kid.
Or what if it was a comedy and I was laughing so much I snorted, or something embarrassing like that? I don't think I could stand snorting in front of Chad.
Or what if it was a romance and I cried? I always cried at romantic films, and I didn't want to leave the cinema crying, in case the press get a picture and make up some sort of story about me and Chad. I had the same problems if it was a sad film. God, what film could we watch where I wouldn't embarrass myself?
"Chad?"
"Yeah, Sonshine?"
"Are we watching a Looney Toons movie?"
"No," he said, chuckling but also looking confused, "why?"
"No reason." I said. Dammit. That was my only chance.
"Don't worry, Sonny, it'll be fine. Look, we're her now."
Looking up, I realised that we were. Heart beating loudly, I clambered out of the car, smoothing out my dress and covering my eyes at the sudden flashing lights as we were assaulted by the paparazzi.
"Mr Cooper, is this your first date with Miss Munroe?"
"Miss Munroe, are you really dating Mr Cooper, or is it for publicity?"
"Chad, are you planning to add Miss Munroe to your long list of conquests in the dating department?"
"Sonny, are you and Chad really married?"
"Miss Munroe, is it true that you are pregnant with Mr Cooper's child, and are only dating to keep the truth about your one-night-stand a secret?"
I couldn't help laughing at those last two. Stepping towards one reporter's microphone, I spoke.
"Chad and I are two teenagers going out on our first date after being together for a little while. I'm not pregnant, we are not married, or even engaged. Okay?"
And with that, I grabbed Chad's hand and dragged him towards the entrance.
In the end we watched a rom-com, and I was fine. I laughed at the funny parts, and smiled at the romantic parts, but overall I didn't embarrass myself too much. I say too much because I might have spilt my drink on the lap of the woman sat next to me, but luckily she didn't seem too angry. Chad just laughed and shook his head.
We got salty popcorn, but I hardly ate any of it, since Chad eats pretty fast. When we left the theatre, we walked to the park across the road and just talked for a while, running back to the car hand in hand when it started raining. Then we drove home, and Chad pulled over just around the corner so we could kiss goodbye without being interrupted, and I opened the front door and walked in a full eight minutes before my curfew, resulting in a happy mother.
Chad texted me just before I fell asleep, telling me he had a great time and that he loved me. I told him so did I and that I loved him too. The whole thing was perfect, and I couldn't help but think; this is how things are supposed to be. Everything was perfect.
Little did I know, that wouldn't last long.