Sonny with a Chance
Sonny and Chad: Channy Fanfic
Camp Channy
Written by TheInfiniteHorizon
CHAPTER THREE: CARTRIP, ARRIVAL, AND AN UNEXPECTED SURPRISE PART ONE
Date: November 14, 2012 SATURDAY
NOTE: This chapter is dedicated to CiaLovesChanyForeverLovatic for being a loyal reader since day one
Sonny's POV
"Sweetie, it's time to wake up!" my mom said, shaking me gently.
I fluttered my eyes open to be greeted by mom's dark ones. "5 more minutes.." I mumbled, snuggling into my duvet. "Sonny, you're gonna be late if you don't get up now!" she reminded, shaking me with more pressure. I stirred a bit, but I ignored her constant shaking after a while.
"Oh Chad, you want to confess your love for Sonny with flowers and chocolate?" I heard my mom say from outside. I immediately jumped up to my feet and rushed towards the hallway where she was.
"Chad's here?" I asked while smoothening out my hair and scooping it to the side. It was then when I realized my mom was laughing hysterically.
"You weren't really talking to anyone were you?" I said through gritted teeth, All she managed to do as a response was nod.
I glared at her for at least 3 minutes. Geez... moms can be such a pain sometimes! Why would she even joke about that?
"Oh come on Sonny, you have to admit, it was funny!" she said, once her laughter had subsided. "No mom, it was not at all funny!" I spat, stomping to the bathroom furiously.
"Okay fine, maybe it wasn't right to use your feelings as a way to wake you up, but it was the only thing I could think of!" she replied, defensively.
"Psh... Feelings? The only 'feelings' I have for Chad is hatred." I scoffed, my voice going an octave higher.
"So why do you have your 'denial voice' on?"
"I don't have a 'denial voice'!"
"Not according to Selena Gomez who sent you a letter about it in the mail!"
"You read my mail?"
"Please, sweetie,I read all of your mail!"
"You do?"
"Yes, that's how I know you like Chad and you have a denial voice!"
"Do not!"
"Your voice is getting higher again.."
"UGH!"
THIS IS ALL SELENA AND CHAD'S FAULT! If Selena hadn't said anything about my 'denial voice'-which I totally don't have, psh!-my mom wouldn't have found out! And if Chad wasn't so darn charming and sweet when he had his 'moments' I wouldn't be crushing on him and having to use my denial voice when people say I do!
"I don't have time for this, I'm gonna go take a shower." I muttered, closing the bathroom door and jumping into the tub after I slipped my clothes off.
I grabbed my Strawberry scented shampoo from the shelf and spreaded it through my scalp. I washed it off after a while, then applied some matching-smelling conditioner.
I slathered some Cleansing Foam around my body then rubbed Allure's Facial Care [A/N: This is not a real brand] on my face.
I rinsed all the soap off, then wrapped my bathrobe around me. I quickly went though my brushing routine (which meant, mouthwash, flossing, general brushing, and breathspray) then crept into the hallway and into my room.
I tittered over to my closet where I chose my outfit. A purple, tubetop with overlapping circles of different shades of the color [A/N: Imagine Tawni's blouse that she wore with her 'medicine' pants in Walk A Mile In My Pants but in tube-top form] which I layered underneath a black, zip-up half-jacket with holes to reveal my shoulders.
I slipped on blue, ripped-up denims and black ankle boots.
Next, I applied some light make-up. Just simple eye-liner and red lipgloss. I hung my silver Tiffany's locket around my neck, which matched my bangles and rings perfectly.
I straigtened my hair back, so it swept with the wind effortlessly. I sprayed on my favorite perfume, gave myself one last look in the mirror, and ran downstairs with my bags in my hands.
Once I was in the kitchen, mom helped me with my luggage and parked it by the door. "Oh, it's 5:15, we better get you to Grace now." she said, glancing at her watch.
"Yeah, let's go." I said, grabbing her carkeys of the counter. We left the apartment with my bags in tow and hopped into our old Spacewagon.
I threw my stuff in the trunk and plopped down on the Passenger's Seat, with my mom opposite of me by the wheel. It was a 10 minute drive so I arrived at exactly 5:25.
"Here you go sweetie." mom said while running to the trunk and handing me my bags. "Thanks." I replied, hitching them on my shoulders and some, tucked beneath my arms.
"Oh! I'm gonna miss you so much!" she cooed, enveloping me in an embrace. "I'm gonna miss you too mom." I mumbled into her hair.
"But don't worry, I'll be back soon. It's just one week!" I said optimistically. "I know, but you've never been far from home for this long!" she cried, hugging me even tighter.
"It'll all be over soon mommy, I promise! Hey, you can even use my room as a temporary guest room when you invite your friends!" I suggested, brightly.
"I'll see what I can do." she told me, giving me a reassuring shoulder-squeeze. I looked down at my watch and realized I only had 2 minutes until 5:30.
"Well, I gotta go now mom. See you in a week!" I said, struggling to get out of grasp. "Alright, see you soon honey!Remember, email me once you get to the camp!" she reminded, kissing me on the forehead then slipping into the car. As soon as I had nodded, she started the engine and drove away.
Once she turned the corner and was out of sight, I dragged myself into the restaurant. It was pretty packed for an average weekend, so I had a hard time finding the person I was looking for.
Chad and I were supposed to meet up here at exactly 5:30 for breakfast like Mr. Condor said, but by the looks of it he either forgot or was running 'fashionably late'.
"Excuse me, can you help me find someone?" I asked one of the waiteresses. She turned to me and I swear her eyes grew into the size of basketballs!
"OH MY GOSH! You're Sonny Munroe from So Random!" she shrieked, nearly dropping the tray of food in her hands. "Yup! You're a fan?" I asked, surprised. She looked a little bit too old to be watching my show.
"Of course!" she replied, bouncing up and down. "Can I get your autograph?" she asked shyly, handing me her notepad and pen.
"Sure, but um, after I find a table to put my stuff down." I said, gesturing to my luggage. "Oh! Let me help you with that!" she offered, taking my bags and leading me to a small table in the corner of the room.
"Thanks." I said gratefully. She grabbed a random chair from the other table and settled my stuff on it. Afterwards, she told me her name-Veronica-and handed me her notepad which I signed.
"Oh my gosh, thank you so much!" she squealed, reading my message to her over and over again. "No problem." I laughed.
"Hey, uh, could you help me find someone?" I asked her while looking around the place. "Sure! Who?" she responded eagerly.
"Chad Dylan Cooper." I murmured, knowing she would probably recognize his name and would start screaming her head off.
"Chad Dylan Cooper's coming here?" she said as her eyes grew even larger.. if that was even possible. "Yeah, I'm supposed to meet up with him here." I explained nonchalantly.
"OH MY GOSH! This is so exciting!" she squeaked, jumping up and down. "Alright Veronica, calm down. So are you going to help me or what?" I said, placing my hands on my shoulders to steady her.
"What do you need me for? He's right over there!" she exclaimed, pointing to the door. True enough, Chad was standing around with a confused expression on his face.
"Alright, thanks." I mumbled quickly and sprinted to him. "Chad!" I yelled once I was in earshot. He turned to me and a huge smile spreaded across his face.
"Hey Sonny! There you are! I was looking for you." he said, hitching his duffel bag to his shoulder. "Oh me too, what took you so long?" I asked while helping him with his bags and leading him to our table.
"Traffic." he replied simply. Once we were seated, we called a waiter to get our orders. An elderly man came up to us with a bored look on his face. Obviously, he had no idea who we were. Or if he did, he didn't care.
"What will you be having today?" he asked in montone as he pulled out a notepad from his slacks. I opened up the menu in front of me and leafed through the pages.
"I'll have the English breakfast with honey tea and muffins, please." I replied with a cheeky smile. "And you, sir?" the waiter asked, turning to Chad while scribbling down my order.
"I'll have the Continental breakfast and brewed coffee with sugar." he responded, debating his other options thoughtfully.
"Okay, is that all?" the man asked, looking at both of us. We nodded and he fled off to the kitchen and handed our order to the chef.
"So... are you excited?" I asked Chad, eagerly. "Nope. Me and the wilderness do not go well together." he replied while rolling his eyes.
"Oh come on, it'll be fun! You know, I used to go camping all the time back in Wisconsin." I informed proudly. "It was all just great! All the fresh air, refreshing lakes, beautiful flowers and sunsets really make your day!" I explained with a huge smile on my face.
"Yeah, I supposed so. But it isn't any fun when the bear attacks you and your s'mores are poisoned by your half-brother." Chad commented nonchalantly.
"What? No! Chad, those are all just fake camping trips from your show! I'm talking about real ones!" I said as I gave him a weird look.
"Fake or real, nothing good ever comes out of camping." he stated matter-of-factly. "That's not true! Lots of good things comes out of camping!" I justified firmly.
"Yeah, totally. Like mosquito bites, smelly bug spray, wild animals, no reception or electricity, and of course, my favorite, outdoor toilets." he said sarcastically.
"Oh come on, those are just the cons of camping. There are lots of good things you know." I informed smugly. "Like what?" he questioned.
"Like... s'mores! You get to make s'mores when you go camping! And... fresh, non-polluted air. You can't get that when you're in the city. And... uh... fresh fruits from the trees! Oo, oo! And you get to swim in the lake or waterfall! It's really refreshing." I replied confidently.
"Sonny, Sonny, Sonny. Funny little Sonny," he started. At this point, I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes. "You can say every 'good' thing about camping all you want, but in the end, you must remember; Nothing. Good. Ever. Comes. Out. Of. Camping!" he concluded as he put on a 'I-Pity-You-For-Thinking-There-Is-Something-To-Look-Forward-To' look.
"Pshhh.. you've never gone real camping before besides that time we went camping with Ms. BittermanI" I retorted, feeling a bit insulted that he thought he knew more about camping that me! "What do you know?" I spat angrily.
"Lots of things Sonny, lots of things.." And with that, he trailed off and stared into space with a dazed expression as if he was having a flashback. Seriously, that guy is nuts..
Chad's POV
There were lots of things Sonny didn't know about me. She acts like she know my whole life story, but actually, she just knows my public background. Well, she knows bits and pieces of my private life-like the fact that I dread heights and spiders (not little ones though) and I'm a momma's boy-but not the really confidential secrets that I would die if anyone found out about.
She was wrong when she said I had never gone real camping before. Actually, I have. When I was 6 years old and I played Woodie Goodie on the 'Goodie Gang' and we shot an episode in the forest. There was this huge storm and our van broke down so we couldn't get back to the studio so we just camped out that night.
And true enough, every con I said about it occured. I got tons of mosquito bites on my arms and legs, my director-I think his name was Drake? Dave? Derrick?-sprayed tons of bug spray on me and I ended up inhaling it, a crazy badger chased me around the whole day, none of the adults could call for help since there was no phone service, and I couldn't go (if you know what I mean) properly since I didn't know how to dig a hole!
I was snapped out of my reminizing when the same waiter from earlier came up to our table with our orders in tow. He put down all the plates and glasses, then left us to enjoy ourselves.
My meal consisted of bacon, eggs, sausages, pancakes, toast, and fresh orange juice, while Sonny had English muffins, eggs, ham, weinerdogs, and her honey tea. We made a little bit of small talk all throughout breakfast, we basically discussed about our schedules, the people joining the camp, our fellow moderators, whether or not we'll be sharing a cabin-fortunately, we were both on the same page and wanted our own cabins or to at least share one with someone the same gender (well technically, she said that part, I only agreed about wanting an individual cabin. Chad Dylan Cooper does not do sharing)-and the various activites we were probably going to have.
We were talking about the Mess Hall (it's 'camper talk' ((according to Sonny)) for 'dining area') when my phone started to vibrate and my ringtone for Mr. Condor-I chose Thriller just because the song freaks me out just as much as he freaks me out-played. I quickly slipped my phone out of my jeans pocket and pulled it next to my ear.
"Hello?" I greeted, nervously. "Mr. Dylan Cooper, I just wanted to check up on you and Ms. Munroe. Are you finished having your breakfast?" Mr. Condor said in his tough voice.
"No, sir, Mr. Condor, sir. We're still eating." I replied automatically. "Finish up soon, I've already sent out the limo that will take you to Camp Hollywood, and it's on it's way there." he explained.
"Alright, sir. We'll leave now." I said, then waited for the dial tone until I put my phone down. Once I heard it, I clicked the 'End Conversation' button on my Blackberry and turned to Sonny.
"What'd he say?' she asked curiously, stabbing her ham vigorously. "He said our limo will be here in any minute and that we should finish up soon." I answered as I stuffed as much as food in my mouth as possible.
Sonny understood quickly and called on a waiter to get our bill, it arrived a few minutes later and I payed for it using the credit card Mr. Condor gave us.
I took one last swig of of my orange juice, then grabbed my luggage and headed outside with Sonny following me and her bags in tow.
As soon as we got to the sidewalk, a huge white limo pulled up in front of us and the window that faced us rolled down.
"Ceilia!" Sonny exclaimed, as she waved at the lady inside the car. "Ms. Munroe." she greeted with a smile. "Mr. Cooper." she addressed me, nodding curtly.
I lifted my hand a bit, in a half-wave then set it back down. The door in the driver's seat swung open and a stout man came stumbling out.
"I'll be your chauffer and I'll be taking your luggage in the trunk now, if you don't mind." he explained, as he gestured to the rear of the car.
Sonny looked a little hesitant about letting such a short and scrawny person take her heavy baggage, I on the other hand found it completely hilarious!
I thrust my things to him and smirked as I saw Sonny glare at me. "I'll help you." she said sympathetically to the man, and opened the trunk for him.
The guy gave her a shy smile then emptied his arms and placed everything inside. Sonny did the same with her luggage and closed the trunk then slipped into the limo with me.
"By the why, my name is Rick." the guy said, plopping down on his spot in the driver's seat. "I'm Ceilia, we'll be your chaparones for today." the lady beside Rick explained.
"That's great! So, Mr. Condor sent you guys here?" Sonny asked conversationally. "Yes, we'll be the ones to make sure you get to Camp Hollywood safely." Ceilia responded, flipping the papers in the clipboard she was holding.
"Cool, so, have any of you eaten breakfast yet?" Sonny asked randomly. I could tell she just trying to make small-talk. "Ms. Munroe, not to be rude or anything, but I suggest you preserve your voice for the camp. There will be lots of times you're going to have to raise your voice." Ceilia replied sternly.
I smirked at her response and mentally high-fived her. I like Sonny and all, but it was still pretty early in the morning and no one really wanted to be talked to yet.
Sonny's smile faltered and she looked down at her lap, ashamed. "Sorry.." she mumbled, slumping into her seat. A little blush spreaded across her cheeks as she fiddled with her thumbs. Wow, she looked really cute when she was embarrassed. Ugh, stupid cute. Darn, she's got me saying that since the whole Conroy incident [A/N: He's referring to Sonny with a Chance of Dating when he thinks James Conroy said that she was cute]!
Rick started to drive away and turned into 20th Avenue which was the main route out of Hollywood [A/N: Let's pretend that's true].
I pulled out my iPod from my pocket and plugged in my earphones. I scrolled through my song selections and finally found something interesting.
I clicked play on 'We Are Young' by Fun. and listened on until I was slowly, slowly, drifting off into... sleep...