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Chapter Twenty-Nine
CPOV
The day after I proposed to Sonny, I was sat in my dressing room, alone, reading through my script, when someone knocked on my door.
"Come in!" I shouted, not bothering to get up and open it.
"Hey Chad." Smiled Marta, walking in and sitting down on the couch next to me.
"What do you want Marta?"
"I came to ask you about Sonny. Where is she?"
"She's at home. She has…something on her mind."
"Oh. Why have you been acting so weird? All day, you've hardly spoken to anybody, and you've been sat in here alone for hours. What is going on with you?"
"Nothing, really, I guess I'm just stressed."
"About what? What on earth could you, Chad Dylan Cooper, possibly be stressed about?"
"A lot of things."
"Like Sonny?"
"Maybe."
"What's happened? She didn't cheat on you did she?"
"Nah. At least, I hope not. I just feel, I don't know, different. It seems like everything in my life has just changed overnight."
"Why are you having this conversation with me? Why don't you talk to Sonny, you know, the girl you're dating?" she scowled, as if Sonny's name left a bad taste in her mouth.
"Sonny and I aren't dating anymore." I sighed.
"What? You dumped her? This is great! Now we can get Mr Condor to fire her and take Portlyn back! Finally, the world is right again. Except for one thing…" she smiled before leaning in to kiss me. Before I even knew what was happening, she was pushing me back into the couch cushions, climbing onto my lap at the same time. I pushed her off me, gasping.
"What the hell, Marta?" I yelled, shocked.
"I've been wanting to do that for years. And now that you've broken up with Sonny, I can."
"What? I never said I broke up with Sonny! I just said we weren't dating anymore."
"Isn't that the same thing?" she asked, looking at me blankly.
"No! We're engaged, Marta! I asked her to marry me last night."
"What? You've only known her a little while! How can you be getting married?" she cried, horrified.
"Well, we're going to have a long engagement. She wants to wait at least another six months until we actually get married, but I think it'll probably be sooner than that."
"But you've only known each other a little while! You can't get married! She's, well, her, and you're, well, you! You're complete opposites. The press will have a field day, it'll ruin your reputation, the ratings will go down, and we'll all lose our jobs…" she trailed off, as if the further possibilities were too horrifying to say aloud. Or she just couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Calm down, Marta! None of that will happen! Well, yeah, it might, but so what? We can all get other jobs, and anyway, the ratings would go up! Who wouldn't want to see a real married couple playing an on-screen couple? We'll be the next Zanessa!"
"You hate Zac Efron."
"So? Doesn't mean I can't compare myself to him."
"Well, none of the cast will ever allow it. Mr C will go mad! You just can't do this, Chad!"
"The rest will get over it, and Mr C can go screw himself. He may be my boss, but he doesn't control my life. I love Sonny, Marta. I will never stop loving her."
"How would you know? Have you ever been in love before? And if you're right, and you will never stop loving her, why can't you wait? If you're still together in five years, get married. But if you're not, then obviously you will stop loving her. You can't just marry the first girl you fall in love with. It's like Paul hiring the first girl that auditioned, regardless of how good she was. Which, sometimes, I think he did, 'cause Sonny-"
"Don't you dare! So, you come in here, try to make out with me, which I can forgive since you thought I'd split up with Sonny. Then you try to talk me out of getting married, which I'm angry about, but I'll get over it. But trash talking Sonny? That's taking it too far!"
"Calm down, Chad! I was joking!"
"Whatever. I'm out of here." I said, standing up and walking out, slamming the door shut behind me.
I walked down the corridor to the set, where Devon, Skyler, Chastity and Portlyn were rehearsing.
"Hey, guys? I have something to tell you all."
"What's up man?" asked Devon. Lately, him and Skyler had been pretty neutral about me and Sonny, and Chastity had been, well, Chastity. But I had no idea how they would react to this.
"Well, you all know that Sonny and I have been dating for a while now?"
"Yeah, dude. You guys haven't broken up, have you? Man, you guys were great together. Now we'll probably lose Sonny so Mr C can hire Miss Bitch back." Moaned Skyler, as usual jumping to conclusions.
"Hey!" shouted Portlyn, offended.
"Guys! No, we haven't broken up. The opposite in fact. We're engaged." He flinched, bracing himself for the onslaught of outraged cries, but everyone cheered. Devon and Skyler walked over to pat him on the back, and Chastity threw her arms around his neck on a hug, whispering congratulations in his ear.
"So where's Sonny then?" asked Portlyn, the only one who didn't look happy. At all.
"She's at home. She has a lot on her mind."
In actual fact, Sonny was packing. She had asked me to take her home after she said yes, and we had told her mother together. She said she thought it was a little premature, but she could see how happy Sonny was and agreed that it was fine with her. Then I asked her if she would mind if Sonny moved in with me. And she said that was fine too. So, Sonny is currently at home, packing all of her belongings into boxes, ready to move in with me. I spoke to my aunt, and she is going to be gone at least another month, so we can use this time to find a place to move in that we aren't sharing with my aunt.
"Well, well, well. Chad and Sonny are getting married, I hear." came Mr Condor's voice from behind me. He was stood there, arms folded, looking stern. Marta was behind him, looking smug.
"Yes, Mr Condor. And I understand if you don't like it, but with all due respect, it's my life, and I don't care if you fire me, I am-" he cut me off by sweeping me into a big bear hug.
"I'm so happy for you, Chad. Really, since you started working here all those years ago, I've come to think of you as the son I never had. I want you to be happy, and anyway, why on earth would I fire you? You're Mackenzie. It wouldn't be Mackenzie Falls without you!"
"Well, I guess, but what about Sonny? There have been rumours that you were going to fire her to hire back Portlyn for a while now, and if Sonny leaves, I leave."
"What? Fire Sonny? Are you kidding me? Since that girl joined the cast, ratings have shot up! Why would I fire here? And for Portlyn? Seriously? Didn't she tell you guys why she was here?"
We all shook our heads, bewildered.
"She's the new lunch-lady. In the cafeteria. The old one took a tumble down some steps. Although, Port, you won't be for long if you keep skipping work. You've had the job for five days, and you've only shown up twice."
"Sorry Mr C. I'll do better." She was only blushing slightly, but I could tell she was mortified. And she had reason to be; it was hilarious!
"Well, thanks Mr Condor. Hey, do you think I could have the rest of the day off?"
"Sure. See you and Sonny tomorrow? If she's well enough, that is." He winked.
"What? Why wouldn't she be well enough?"
"Well, I hear morning sickness can be a real bitch sometimes."
"What? No! She isn't pregnant, Mr Condor!"
"Whatever you say, Chad. Good luck!" he called over his shoulder as he walked away. That was when I realised; everyone would assume that Sonny was pregnant. Why else would we be getting married so soon?
"Shit." I muttered under my breath, wondering whether or not it wa a good idea to tell the press.
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