Sonny with a Chance
Sonny and Chad: Channy Fanfic
Camp Channy
Written by TheInfiniteHorizon
CHAPTER TWO: CDC'S TAKE ON THE TRIP
Date: November 13, 2012 FRIDAY [A/N: I skipped Thursday so that we could get on with the story]
Chad's POV
"Chad sweetie, time for breakfast!" my mom said from the kitchen.
I checked the mirror one more time, fixed my hair, and shuffled down the steps of the stairs. "Morning mommy!" I greeted, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Dad home?" I asked, plopping down on my seat in the table. "Nope, he called in late last night, he had to go to India for a press confrence." she replied while handing me a plate of shortstacks, bacons, and eggs.
"Oh.." I said dissapointedly. My dad's the heiress to the DC Mansion which is the most popular and expensive hotel in all of America. He's also a successful actor which makes him twice as controversal-worthy. He's always off doing films, promotional trips, tours, interviews, and meetings. He's been in the industry since I was 3, so I'm kind of used to him being gone all the time. But just because I'm used to it, doesn't mean I can't be bummed when he's not around.
"It's okay honey, he'll be back in time for your birthday." mom comforted, pouring some orange juice into my glass. "About that mom, Mr. Condor set me up to be one of the moderators for Camp Hollywood for one week. And that week would be next week, meaning the same week of my birthday." I explained, trying to avoid her eye contact.
"Oh." was all that she said. Couldn't blame her. I hadn't spent 3 of my birthdays with her, and when she finally will be present, I won't!
"I'm really sorry mommy, but it's my job, and if I don't take it I might get fired and-" I continued rambling on and on about how if I had a choice I wouldn't go or I would go home for my birthday, but she abruptly cut me off.
"It's okay honey, I understand. We'll celebrate when you get back." she said, forcing out a smile. "Sure." I sighed. I glanced at the wall clock and realized I only had 2 minutes left for breakfast. I quickly finished my meal, and gave my mom a hug then headed out the door with my keys at hand.
I hopped in my Priux and drove off to the studios. By the time I had arrived, I only had 15 minutes left until rehearsals. I parked my car in the Mackenzie Falls lot and hurried inside.
"Oh, there you are Mr. Dylan Cooper! You're wanted by the make-up department." Bart (A/N: If anyone can remember, Bart is Chad's assisant that was first introduced in Battle of the Network stars. He was the one who handed Chad his megaphone) informed, nervously glancing at his watch. Geez, this guy was always so nervous and twitchy. It's like he couldn't stay still for a minute without bursting! Such a busy bee...
I nodded-signalling him to leave-and made my way to the Make-Up Tables. I spotted my vanity, and sat down on the chair, patiently waiting for my artist.
My usual came up behind me and started applying powder on my face. She needed to make sure I wasn't too pale since the lights would make me a lot pastier.
"Script!" I yelled, thrusting my hand in the air. No less than a second later, one of the stage managers handed me a script.
I flipped through it quickly, re-read my lines-already highlighted by Bart, I might add-and scanned through the episode summary.
By the time I had finished, my make-up girl told me she was done. I waved my hand; the universal sign for 'Go away'. She left after collecting her materials.
"Chad Dylan Cooper to the set please. I repeat; Chad Dylan Cooper to the set please!" the intercom said. I sighed and got up from my chair.
I took my sweet-time strolling to the set, not giving a care in the world that my director would probably be really irritated when I arrived. I'm Chad Dylan Cooper! No one tells me what to do! Anyway, he can't fire me. I'm Mackenzie!
"Oh Chad, you're here!" Mike-my director-exclaimed, relieved. "Actors..." he muttered under his breath. I rolled my eyes and stepped in front of the backdrop.
"Okay, let's start off with Mack entering the library." he announced, scribbling it down on the clapper. "Mackenzie! You're back!" Penelope screamed into my ear, ambushing me in a hug. I fought the urge not to wince.
"Yes Penelope, I am. And I have returned with an interesting discovery!" I informed proudly, wrapping one arm around her.
"Is it about.." she paused dramatically.
"Yes!"
"Gasp!"
"My father.." I continued, pulling away from her with an ashamed expression. I caught sight of my reflection on one of those shiny props. Wow, I looked so convincing! And this is why I am The Greatest Actor of Our Generation.
"About your father's death?" Penelope asked, coming up behind me and placing a hand on my shoulder. I stiffened a little bit as her nails dug int my skin. Geez! What kind of manicure does this girl get?
"No, worse. About my father living!" I replied, clutching my fist to my chest. The scene went on for about 15 minutes, then Mike yelled 'Cut!'.
"Perfect, perfect!" he applauded, giving me a thumbs-up. I shrugged like it was nothing and flashed him my signature smirk.
For the next 3 hours we did the rest of the scenes-flawlessly of course, thanks to me-and soon we were heading off for lunch.
I took my place in front of the cast and we walked in slow-motion (CDC can walk in whatever pace he wants, anyway he looks cool doing anything) to our table.
"Ferguson, go get my lunch." I ordered, snapping my fingers. He nodded and quickly lined up in the queue. The rest of the cast had to get their lunch on their own so I was left alone in the table.
I looked to the table across from us and spotted the Randoms. Cloudy and Rainy (A/N: Cloudy is Grady, Rainy is Nico, and Blondie is Tawni) were poking their food in disgust, Blondie had an issue of Tween Weekly on her lap while she stuffed a spoonful of pie in her mouth, and Sonny was scribbling something in a notebook.
I glanced over at the line and noticed that Ferguson was still at the back. Geez, why was Portlyn taking forever in the front? The girl weighs less than 100 pounds! How much food could she possibly be getting?
Seeing as I had time until my food arrived, I decided to bug the Randoms. Sonny most importantly. I stood up from my seat and headed over to their table with a smirk fixed on my face.
"Sup Randoms." I greeted, leaning against Blondie's chair.
"Oh, hey Chad. What's up?" Sonny said, twisting her seat to look at me.
"Just wanted to ask if you got those arrangements of ours fixed." I replied cooly.
"Yup. But I'm not so sure about the 'No Zac Efron related things'. I'm planning to bring my High School Musical t-shirt." she responded, nonchalantly.
"No! No Zac Efron allowed! Period!" I yelled, stopping my feet on the ground like a whiney 3-year old. But I didn't care. When I say 'No Zac Efron' I mean NO. ZAC. EFRON!
She just rolled her eyes and smirked before turning back to her notebook. Before I could even say another word, Ferguson called to me and gestured to the tray of food in his hands.
I decided to save the arguement for the camping trip, and walked back to my table. I plopped down on my chair and started digging in to the lamb plate. Mine was slightly better than everyone else's since I had smooth-talked Brenda into giving me 5 extra lamb sticks each time I order it.
"Bart!" I screamed from my seat. Bart came stumbling inside with costumes, props, clipboards, folders, and a coffe cup.
"Loganberry smoothies, pronto." I demanded. "Make it 6." I added, counting my castmates. He nodded quickly and dashed out of the Commisionary.
A few seconds later, he came back with a cart full of our drinks. He handed each one to us and rolled his cart out of the room.
We finished our lunch in 20 minutes, so we headed back to the Falls afterwards. We all went to our separate dressing rooms to prepare for the next scenes to come.
I checked my hair in the mirror, then proceeded to the couch. I wasn't in any of the scenes after the ones I did this morning so I didn't bother picking up my script.
Hmm... what could I do until rehearsals start again? I looked around the room and peeked outside the hallway to make sure no one was near, then slipped out my guitar from it's case in my closet.
Sure lots of people knew that I could play and that I wrote songs, but all they've ever heard are the pointless ones. They've never heard the actual songs I wrote, they've never heard me actually play a good song that lasts for more than 2 minutes.
[A/N: This song is originally written by One Direction, but in this story they don't exist so let's pretend that Chad made this song. Oh, and I changed a couple of lyrics to fit in with Sonny and Chad's relationship. The changed ones are underlined ]
I started strumming the first few chords.
"I tried playing it cool
But when I'm looking at you
I can't ever be brave
'Cuz you make my heart raise
Shot me out of the sky
You're my Kryptonite
You keep making me weak
Yeah sweet and caring
There's something I wanna say now
'Cuz I'm dying just to make you see
That I need you here with me now
'Cuz you've got that one thing
So get out, get out, get outta m'head!
And fall into m'arms instead!
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing!
Yeah, you got that one thing
Now I'm climbing the walls
But you don't notice at all
That I'm going outta m'mind
All day and all night
There's something I gotta say now
'Cuz I'm dying just to know if you feel the same
And I need you here with me now
'Cuz you've got that one thing
So get out, get out, get outta m'head!
And fall into my arms instead!
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing!
Yeah, you got that one thing
So get out, get out, get outta my mind!
And come on, come in to m'life
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing!
Yeah, you've got that one thing!
Oh ohhhhh ohhhh ohhhhh ohhh x2
You've got that one thing!
Get out, get out, get outta m'head
And fall in to my arms instead
So get out, get out, get outta m'head
And fall in to my arms instead
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing!
You've got that one thing!
So get out, get out, get outta m'mind
And come on, come in to m'life
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing!
Yeah, you've got that one thing!
I strummed the last chord and sighed. I wrote that song the first time I realized I liked Sonny. Yes, I will admit it-but just to myself-Chad Dylan Cooper has fallen for Sonny Munroe. And it is not the best feeling. Sonny hates me and my guts which doesn't really help if I'm trying to ask her out. I know what you're thinking: Chad Dylan Cooper can't get a girl? IMPOSSIBLE!
Well, quite unfortunately, yes it is true. I could get any girl who I wanted, but I couldn't get the girl I needed. Sonny's special. She's... different from the others. Sure she fell for my charm once, but that wore off later. Sigh.
I grabbed the notebook off my coffee table and thought about writing some lyrics. Yes, as cheesy and sissy-like as it sounds, I was writing another song.
I decided, that if I didn't want to blow my cool in front of Sonny during camp, I might as well blow it while she can't see me.
I picked up my pen, but before I could write even a single letter, there was a loud banging from behind me door. I lazily brought myself to my feet and and opened the door.
"What do you want Chastity?" I sighed, not in the mood to talk. "Just wanted to tell you Mike's giving you the rest of the day-off since you're not really needed much in this episode. And so you could start packing for your trip." she replied with a shrug.
"Oh good. Tell him I'm gonna leave the studio, so call if he needs me." I said, going back to my couch.
"Whatever." she mumbled, shutting the door and going back to the set. Seeing as I was gonna be in a camp and not a luxurious hotel, I decided to buy some outdoors-fit clothes.
I quickly changed into some regular clothes (since I was wearing my Mackenzie Falls costume) and swiped my keys, wallet, and phone off the counter then shoved them into my pockets.
I headed to the cramped parking lot and hopped into my car which was conveniently placed in the most spacious spot.
I slipped on the Sunnies that was resting on the passenger seat, and started the engine. Once my Priux started, the GPS lit up.
"Find me the closest mall." I spoke into it's mic. It loaded for a while, then beeped as soon as it found locations. I expertly navigated my way to the nearby mall, and parked it at the end of the lot.
I grabbed my Lakers cap (FWI: I never get hat-hair. I'm just perfect that way.) from the glove compartment and fixed it on my head.
I carefully exited the car and discreetly entered the building. Ah, The Strut [A/N: This is made up.]. Hollywood's most populated and famous mall. I guess you could say it fit it's name since lots of people seemed to strut here. From celebrities, to politics, and many more! Of course I chose this out of the other nearby malls since I wouldn't be caught dead in some commoner's mall! CDC does not do 'common'.
I checked the Mall Directory and found my favorite shop; Maine [A/N: This is a made up store. 'Maine' is also a band but it has no relation]. I would make my assistants come here every week to get me new clothes, but I wanted to practice walking around since Camp Hollywood would probably require me to.
I took the elevator to the 4th floor which is where the shop was located. I exited the lift and casually strolled into the store.
It was just as big as a department store, so there were tons of areas! I found the 'Outdoors' section and grabbed some clothes out of the many racks that were stationed.
I tried them all on in the Fitting Room, and since they were all my size and comfortable, I cashed them in in the register together with 4 pairs of new shoes and socks.
I had 6 bags in total. Realizing this, I clicked 3 on my phone and the speed dial service immediately recognized it as Bart's number. As usual, it only took one ring for him to pick up.
"Hello?" Bart greeted nervously. "Hey Bart, I need you to come over to The Strut. Yeah, I have some bags here and I don't plan on carrying them." I said, rolling my eyes at the thought of lugging all my stuff around. I'm a celebrity! Celebrities don't carry their own things!
"Of course Mr. Dylan Cooper, I'll be there right away. You can leave your things in the baggage counter and I'll just claim them once I arrive." he responded, putting on his 'Professional Voice'.
"A'ight." I replied simply. I clicked the red, telephone icon on my keypad-which symbolized 'Home' or 'End Call'-and brought my things to the floor's baggage counter.
The lady behind the front desk looked generally uninterested at what I got, even though she was in charge of checking my things in case I purchased something without a price tag.
She just glanced at my bags and shoved it into the shelf with the Ownership Slip-that I was requested to sign-looped through it's handle.
What surprised me the most, was that she didn't even look at me! I had written in in bold and big letters that my name was 'CHAD DYLAN COOPER'. I was America's #1 Teen Heartthrob and The Greatest Actor of Our Generation! And the woman didn't even awknowledge my presence!
Psh.. I didn't need this! I could have every girl drop to the ground like flies if I wanted to, yet I decided to spend my time trying to get some girl in her late 40s to try to fangirl over me!
I sauntered over to Strobe Back-Ups Backpacks [A/N: NOT REAL] and picked out a dark blue duffel bag with a simple brand-logo on it.
It only cost $100 so I bought it together with the Strobe Back-Ups Backpacks: Travel Set which consisted of a roller, computer, and gym bag.
By the time I finished paying, Bart had already arrived and was there to take my bags. I handed-more like, thrust-my stuff to him and continued to stroll around the mall.
I was there for at least 2 hours, until I got tired of walking and wanted to rest. Before leaving, I stopped by Macy's [A/N: Made up] and ordered a Chicken Burger To-Go plus diet Coke that I consumed all in one go. Amazing right?
Bart and I entered the Parking Lot and headed to our cars (well, I headed to my car while he headed to the one he rented from the studio). He helped me pack my bags into my backseat, then we both drove off. I went home, while he went back to the studios.
When I arrived, I was greeted by the sight of my mom talking to our next-door neighbor, Philip Harolds. "Hi mom!" I said happily, walking up to her and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey sweetie, what're you doing home so early?" she asked, tearing her eyes from Philip's green ones. "Mike let me off. I wasn't really part of this episode." I explained with a shrug.
It was just then when I noticed the platter of cookies that was prompted on my mom's hand. I reached out to get one, but she beat me to it.
"Chad Dylan Cooper, you know you can't have cookies before dinner!" she reminded firmly. "Moooom!" I whined. "I'm gonna be 18 in a few days, I'll be legal and I'll be able to do whatever I want!" I stated seriously.
She gave me a stern look, making me hold my hands up in surrender. "Fine, fine. I'll eat after dinner..." I mumbled, defeatedly.
"Good boy." she said with a smile. "Now, are the things in the shopping bags in your car for your camping trip?" she asked, glancing at the stack of bags in the backseat.
"Oh yeah, I needed some 'outdoors-ey' clothes." I explained, taking the things out of the car and bringing them inside.
"Hold this for me Phillie." I heard my mom mutter quietly as she handed Philip the plate of cookies. Wait, did she just say... Phillie? Um... isn't that being a little bit too friendly to an UNMARRIED man who clearly likes her very much?
He gladly took it from her while she hurried to get the rest of my stuff into the house. We dragged all the bags to my room and settled them on the edge of my bed.
"Is that it, honey?" my mom clarrified, rubbing her hands together.
"Yup."
I was expecting her to reply with something like, "Oh okay, call me if you need anything!" but instead, she just saluted me and rushed out the door! That was odd...
I scrummaged through my things and found the Strobe Back-Ups Backpack duffel and started stuffing all my newly bought clothes in.
Chad Dylan Cooper does not fold.
I grabbed some toiletries from the bathroom and shoved it in one of the pockets of my bag, together with all my hair-care and facial (a face like this doesn't just happen, you know?) products.
I walked over to my desk and slipped my laptop into the computer case of the SBB [A/N: Strobe Back-Ups Backpacks] Travel Set.
I hooked my phone and iPod to their chargers and plugged them into the sockets in the corner of my room. I brought out Shine-my guitar, yes I name my guitars (I have 3, one in the studio, one here, and one in my Summer house in Malibu)-and carefully packed it into it's case.
I made sure to hide my songbook underneath it, since I didn't want anyone-Sonny for the matter-to know that I wrote meaningful songs. I'm totally find with people knowing I wrote stupid ones, but I'm not too ecstatic about them figuring out about the ones with thought. If they knew, they'd think I'm a softy and my whole Bad-Boy rep would come crashing down!
I got my boxers (the solid colored ones, no way was I letting anyone see me in boxers with polka dots!) and socks and threw them into the pile of jumbled up clothes in my bag.
I spent at least 3 hours packing, since my mom walked in on me unexpectedly and spotted my folding skills (or lack of) then nagged me to fix my clothes properly.
So I had to rearrange everything! That took 2 hours, and the last hour was spent trying to zip up my duffel and transferring some of my stuff to the Travel Set bags. By the time I had finished, it was already 6pm.
"Chaaaad! Dinerrrr!" my mom said from downstairs. I prompted my stuff against each other and hurried down the staircase.
I walked into the kitchen, just to realized the table hadn't been set yet. I glanced over at my mom, and what I saw nearly made my eyes pop out!
"Mom.. why are you wearing a gown?" I asked, very slowly and suspiciously. "Oh, I'm going to have dinner with Phillie-p! Philliep!" she explained, pronounching Philip like 'Pheleep'.
"Uh huh..." I said, narrowing my eyes at her. "Well, um, where's dinner?" I asked, expectantly. "It's in the microwave." she replied, pointing towards it.
"Well, I gotta go. Don't wanna keep my da-ys.. waiting! I, um.. uh, call him my 'days'!" she rambled, quickly making her way out the door.
As soon as she left, I walked over to the microwave and pulled out the bowl of noodles. Great, she was such in a rush to go she didn't even prepare me a decent meal... Sigh.
I plopped down on the couch and grabbed my food and a soda from the freezer and switched on the TV. Meal or No Meal was on, so I decided to watch that while waiting for the re-run of Mack Falls.
"Judy, you have 2 numbers left." the announcer-I think her name was Gabriella or something. We went on a date, but I broke up with her afterwards-informed dramatically.
"18 and 25. One of them contains a million dollars, while the other has a blueberry pie. Which do you chose?" she asked, shoving the microphone into the contestant's face.
Judy stalled for a bit, until she screamed 'I PICK NUMBER 25!' into the mic and pressed the 'Seal the Deal' button in front of her.
Gabby-maybe that was her name?-came closer to the Meal or No Meal girl holding lunchbox number 25, then she paused for a second to build up some suspence.
"YOU GOT IT!" she exclaimed excitedly, pulling down the front of the lunchbox to reveal the words '1M' stuck to the side.
Judy jumped around and squealed like a maniac while huggin the host. The show went on for about 10 minutes, then the voice over announced that Mack Falls was next on the channel.
This week's episode was the one I filmed earlier. I mumbled my lines all the way through. It was nearly 8pm when the show ended, seeing as it was 2-hour special.
I got up from the couch and turned the TV off as soon as I started to yawn. I threw my stuff in the dishwasher and dragged myself upstairs.
After taking a quick shower, I collapsed into my bed and fell right asleep.
A/N: Chapter 2- adeu! So what did y'all think? It's a lot longer and more detailed than the first chapter, so tell me your thoughts about it :) A nice R&R would be guh-reaaat! :) Stay tuned for Chapter 3! I suggest you keep this on Alerts. I update really randomly and with school starting in a few weeks, I'm gonna be busy.