Sonny with a Chance
Sonny and Chad: Channy Fanfic
Camp Channy
Written by TheInfiniteHorizon
CHAPTER FOUR: ROOMATES/Chad
Date: November 14, 2012 SATURDAY
A/N: Hey guys, I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while. I spent my week fixing my room (arranging my Stemi posters, haha) so I didn't really have the time to write. I've also been really busy at night, so I didn't get to work either. Anyway, here's the story. I did this in Chad's POV so if it sucks please tell me. Like I mentioned in the previous chapter, I write better in a girl's POV but I'll do my best for this one.
Oh and this POV stars when he got to his cabin.
Chad's POV
I watched as Sonny made her way to her cabin, and did the same as soon as she entered hers. My cabin looked identical to every other cabin there was; small and wooden. I shuffled up the steps of the porch and put on my best cocky smirk. Ever heard of the phrase, 'First impressions last'? Well, if I were to act conceited, awesome, better-than-everyone, and like the great actor I am, they would always remember me that way.
I flung the door open and sauntered in. Walk like you own the place? Check! " Sup roomies!" I said, saluting the 2 guys that were on their beds.
"Hey, I know you; you're Chad Dylan Cooper!" the pasty, black-haired boy exclaimed. Hmm... I feel like I've seen him before...
"Of course you know me! Everyone does!" I laughed while popping my imaginary collar. In the corner of my eye I could see my other roomate-who was blonde like me-roll his eyes. Pshhh... he's just jealous.
"Well, I guess that's true." the black-haired one shurgged. "Anyway, I'm David Henrie from Wizards of Waverly Place. Nice to meet you." he said, sticking his hand out for me.
"Likewise.." I mumbled, staring at his hand for a second, then looking anyway. No way was I gonna touch some random dude's hand! I only touch the hands' of worthy people.
He gave me a funny look after I ignored his gesture, but didn't make a deal about it. "This is Jason, by the way." David explained, motioning towards the blonde guy sitting on the individual bed.
"Sup. I'm Jason Dolley." the guy said, giving me a small wave. I raised my eyebrow at him. Dolley? I've never heard that name in any of the networks..
He must've understood my expression, because later on he explained that he was on the show, Good Luck Charlie. Psh, figures I didn't know who he was! That show is full of... ugh... comedians. And all comedians are stupid and talentless.
Well.. maybe a certain one isn't that bad. But still, she's a bit talentless.Cute, amazing, pretty, caring, sweet, eager, lovable, and happy or not, she was still a comedian. And comedians will forever be wannabe actors in my point of view.
"So, where's my bed?" I asked David, seeing as he was the more... friendly one out of the two. Sure I only met them like 5 minutes ago, but I could tell David was a lot more nice than the Jason guy. Yeah. that's how well I know people; I don't even have to spend a day with them to find out their personality. Bet Sonny couldn't read people as good as I can! [A/N: That was a Heartbreak Kids refrence, if you haven't watched that episode yet then you should check it out. THERE IS CHANNY btw!]
"Over there." David replied as he pointed towards the bottom of the bunk-bed. Wait a minute, did they really expect me to sleep... there?
"Ha, well, uh, that's reaaaally funny, but, um, now's not the time for joking. I feel like taking a nap from the long car ride here, so uh, yeah, where's my real bed?" I asked again, chuckling nervously in attempt to make him laugh with me and admit that he was kidding.
But there was no such luck.
"I wasn't joking Chad, I was serious. I mean, I took the top bunk and Jason took the individual bed, so that leaves you with the bottom bunk." David replied with a shrug.
"But you don't think I'm actually going to stand for this, right? I mean, I'm Chad Dylan Cooper! Greatest Actor of Our Generation and I deserve to be given the bed I deserve!" I screamed as I stomped my foot stubbornly.
Jason heaved a heavy sigh and looked at me with a really annoyed expression. "Listen, maybe in Condor Studios you get everything you want with no problems whatsoever, but here in Camp Hollywood we're all the same and just as famous so you don't get special treatment. They have a 'First Come, First Served' system here and I think it's just right if we stick to it!" he said, rolling his eyes every once and a while. Geez, if he didn't stop doing that I swear his eyes are gonna fall off!
"First of all, I'm waaaaaaaaay better than all of you combined," I started, scoffing at his stupidity. "And second, it's not my fault we got here late!" I shot back, defensively.
"It so is! Each moderator is asked to sign a time-slot so you can reserve the time you come here, and obviously you didn't sign early enough so you didn't get here first, thus you didn't get your bed!" he screamed, jumping from his place and standing in front of me with his arms crossed.
I was about to retort when I realized that for once, someone else besides me was right. I remember seeing some piece of paper in my dressing room before I left to go to the Mall yesterday, and I completely ignored it! Hmm, I guess It really is my fault. But I'm not giving in that easily.
"Oh yeah? Well, it doesn't matter! I'm Chad Dylan Cooper, the greatest actor of our generation, and I always get what I want!" I spat, giving him the best glare I could muster.
"And how are you gonna do that?" he asked with a challenging smirk. Oh no. You do not, and I repeat, do not smirk at Chad Dylan Cooper! Chad Dylan Cooper smirks at you!
"Jason, just give Chad your bed." David groaned. "Why?" Jason demanded, his mouth agape. "So there could be some peace in this place!" he replied, shooting him an irritated look.
Jason's eyes widened at the sight of David's expression, and immediately took his stuff to the bottom bunk. Wow, I guess David getting annoyed was rare, otherwise he wouldn't have given in that quickly.
"Finally!" I sighed, exasperated. I smirked at Jason before dumping my bags on the foot of the bed. For the next 30 minutes I decided to fix my things and put my clothes in the closet.
Once I finished, I collapsed into my mattress. "Whatcha lookin' at Jas [A/N: Jason's nickname is Jas. It's pronounced as 'Jace']?" I heard David ask to our other roommate.
"The girl outside." he replied, not looking at us and staring out the window. David and I both got a peek at who he was looking at, and once it had registered to me who he was going all 'googley-eyes' on, my heart threatened to jump out of my chest.
"Sonny..." I whispered. Supposedly, no body was gonna hear that but I guess I wasn't as quiet as I thought I was.. "Sonny? As in, Sonny Munroe?" Jason gasped incredelously.
"Isn't there only one in the teen networks?" I replied, rolling my eyes at his stupidity. Sonny was the only 'Sonny' in the teen-scene of Hollywood.
"Oh right..." he mumbled, obviously quite embarrassed by his idiotic question. "Well anyway, she's really cute." he continued, his tone a little more cheery.
"Sonny is always cute, she can't do anything without it being cute. Stupid cute..." I murmured, my head cocking to the side as I watched her skip out of yet another cabin with Gomez and some blonde chick.
"I'm supposing you 2 are from the same studio?" David guessed as he raised an eyebrow at me. "Yeah. She works on So Random! so her set's next to mine." I responded, my eyes still following Sonny's every move.
"Oh, cool." David simply reacted. "Well, after 5 minutes of watching her I can safely say that she's quite the beauty," Jason piped up, a smirk playing on his lips. Again with the smirking in my presence! You should not do that!
"But..." he sighed before continuing. "She doesn't seem my type. I'm more of a guy who goes for the flirts. And plus, she seems to already have suitors." he laughed, turning away from the window like David did a few minutes ago.
"Yeah, lots of people really like her." I commented, returning to my own bed. I rested my head on my pillow and stared up at the ceiling. Ugh... man, this bed is really uncomfortable. This pillow smells like it's been in a closet for 121440685906 years..
"Just like the 'Greatest Actor of Our Generation' does, right?" he confirmed nonchalantly. "Yeah, yeah..." I replied absent-mindedly, my mind still focused on the state of the pillow my head was prompted on.
It took me a whole 3 seconds to realize what he had just said.
"What? No! I don't like Sonny!" I protested, springing up from my position and sitting down on the edge of my bed with my feet dangling below me. I do like Sonny. But only I know that. And I don't intend on letting anyone else know it either.
"Of course you do. I could see the way you were looking at her. And the way you're voice had some sort of 'dreamy' tone when you were talking about her." he responded simply.
"First, the only way I look at her is with a disgusted expression and second, the only 'tone' I had when I was talking about her was the one of a person who's close to gagging." I defended, crossing my arms.
"Does that include when you said she was 'stupidly cute'?" he asked me, smirking away. Okay, this guy is really getting on my nerves. NO BODY SMIRKS AT CHAD DYLAN COOPER. No matter what. No exceptions.
"You heard that?"
"Every word."
Uh oh. This. Is. Not. Good. No one was supposed to hear that! Ugh! Curse me and my stupid urge to blurt out everything that crosses my mind! I wouldn't be so surprised if one day, I just randomly said 'I gotta poop'. But that day will set my career on fire, so I dearly hope I can control this word-vomit of mine.
"Well... um... uh... you tell no one!" I quickly said, shooting him a glare. "Otherwise, expect that you won't have a job by the morning." I warned, narrowing my eyes at him.
He held up his hands in surrender. "I swear not to, dude." he laughed, placing his hands behind his head and shifting into a more comfortable position.
"Good. You too David!" I said threateningly, pointing towards him. "I promise not to tell anyone about Chaddy having a little crush on Sonny." he stated teasingly, raising his right hand like he was reciting a pledge.
"I hate you guys..." I muttered, glaring at them, but mostly at David for calling me 'Chaddy' and making me get all embarrassed about liking Sonny.
"Nah. You don't." Jason said matter-of-factly. "At least now, we can be your wing-men." David suggested optimistically. "Pshh... I don't need wing-men. I'm my own wing-man." I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
"Oh come on Chad. If you were really 'your own wing-man'-or at least a good one-then you'd already have Sonny by now." David pointed out obviously.
I thought about his words for a while until I finally gave in. "Okay, fine. You're hired..." I sighed. David fist pumped in the air.
"I wanna be Co-Wing-Man!" Jason exclaimed, sticking his hand in the air like a kid in class. "Fine, you're hired too.." I muttered, rubbing my temples with the tips of my fingers.
"Yes!" he cheered, punching his pillow excitedly. "Now, as your 2nd wing-man I suggest that you go after Sonny. She's outside." David said, gesturing towards the window where he could see her sprinting out of her cabin with a guitar case hitched on her shoulder.
"Do I have to?" I whined, crossing my arms dissaprovingly. "Do you want some other guy to meet her and whisk her away?" he challenged, raising his eyebrows at me.
I heaved a heavy breath, dragged myself out of the bed, then fixed my hair and made my way out. "Go get your girl, dude!" I heard Jason cheer before I slammed the door shut and went down the steps of the porch.
I adjusted my eyes to the bright rays of the sun and shifted them around to look for Sonny. I spotted her taking a seat on a small stump by the river she was so curious about earlier.
I couldn't help but chuckle at this. I should've guessed it. Sonny always needed to explore things she took interest in. If she didn't, well, that would just be very... un-Sonny like.
I casually strolled over to the end of the field where the stream was and found my way past the trees and dangling plants.
I was just a few feet from her, when she started to play something on her guitar. My first impulse was to hide-I honestly don't know why-so that's exactly what I did.
The way you move is like a full on rainstorm
And I'm a house of cards
You're the kind of player
That should send girl's runnin'
But I kinda know that I won't get far
And you stood there in front of me
Just close enough to touch
Close enough to hope you couldn't see
What I was thinking of
Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Get me with those blue eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
My mind forgets to remind me
You're a bad idea
You touch me once and it's really something,
You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be.
I'm on my guard for the rest of the world
But with you I know it's no good
And I could wait patiently but I really wish you would...
Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Get me with those blue eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
You run your fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild.
Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right.
Lead me up the staircase
Won't you whisper soft and slow?
I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show.
Drop everything now,
Meet me in the pouring rain,
Kiss me on the sidewalk,
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile.
Get me with those blue eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
The sparks fly...
Oh, baby, smile...
The sparks fly...
She effortlessly strummed the last chord, and set her guitar down.
My feet were frozen to the floor, my arms were pinned to my sides, and my heart stopped beating. I had never, ever, ever heard such a beautiful song in all my years in Hollywood. And I had never, ever, ever, heard such a beautiful voice in my whole life.
Every sound, note, and chord captured me and lured me to towards her. It made my blood go cold and rush around my body like a rollercoaster, and it made made my heart skip a beat.
Her voice was something I had never heard in my whole existence. It was like a soft whisper from an angel and at the same time a-Oh my God, I cannot believe I just said all that. I sound like a lovesick creep!
I mentally slapped myself for being so un-CDC like and proceeded closer to her. She turned around as soon as my footsteps were audible.
"Chad?" she said, obviously surprised. "Hey." I greeted nonchalantly, skiddling down the steep hump and sitting down on the vacant tree stump beside her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, a suspicious look on her face. "I just needed some place to think." I lied, but shrugged it off like it was totally the truth.
"Why, what's up?" she asked as her earlier curious expression twisted into worry. "Nothing..." I sighed while shaking my head, as if to prove my point. I wasn't exactly so sure what really was wrong but all I knew is that it had something to do with Sonny's song. I mean, it was obviously written by her, meaning she wrote it about someone. And for some reason that kinda hit the jealousy-nerve that I kept trying to hide.
Who was this person Sonny sang about? I mentally analyzed the lyrics in my mind, until I was certain it was about a boy. But who? I mean, I don't really mind that much when she likes a guy, since I seem to 'like' a lot of girls too. I date a different girl everyday and that doesn't bother her! So why does it bother me so much that she has such strong feelings for someone, who's probably not even me?
Oh that's right, because I have an extreme crush on her that haunts me ever-so-often.
"Chad, I've known you long enough to know when you're lying. Tell me, what's wrong." she demanded, her eyes going in a circular motion as she spoke.
"It's really nothing Sonny," I assured her, boring my eyes into hers. "Well nothing I want to talk about at least." I muttered quickly, before turning away to look at my suddenly very interesting shoes.
From the corner of my eye, I could see the hesitant look on her face. It was as if she was debating whether or not to push the matter. Luckily, a few seconds later she slumped into her seat and sighed, meaning she had decided to let the situation pass.
"So..." I mumbled awkwardly, after long minutes of silence. "So..." she shot back, her tone similar to mine. "You play guitar?" I randomly said, attempting to make small-talk.
"Yeah, it's kinda a hobby of mine when I'm bored." she replied as a little bit of laughter escaped from her voice. "Cool. You play really good." I stated matter-of-factly, settling my eyes on hers. Her eyes widened into plates and she had a very suspicious look on. It took me a whole minute to realize why she had reacted that way: I complimented her.
And CDC does not do compliments.
"For a Random, I mean. 'Cuz, you know, Randoms are talentless." I went on, my words just spilling out of my mouth without thought. I watched her reaction intently to see if she would buy it.
"Whatever you say, Chad." she laughed, a smirk on her lips. Wait a minute-a smirk? Was she smirking at me? She was! Sonny Munroe was smirking at me! Me, Chad Dylan Cooper! NO ONE SMIRKS AT ME! How many times does that have to be enumerated?
I was about to scold her for what she was doing, when a realization crossed my mind; she looked really cute wearing that smirk on her face.
The way the loose strands of hair dropped from her ponytail and dangled in front of her ear; the way the sun's now nearing-orange rays shone down on her figure so it elumated her features perfectly, and the way the smirk played on her lips as if she was taking a step into the 'World of Conceitedess' a.k.a The World Of People Who Smirk A Lot. It was all just too overwhelming.
I contemplated whether or not to continue with the bicker I had planned out in my head, but soon decided to save it for a time where it counted and just let 'Chad' take over me, and not my alter-ego, 'CDC'.
But I just couldn't resist shooting her a glare. And yes, that was 100% necessary.
"But thanks anyway." she smiled, her eyes meeting mine and making my expression soften. What? It's not my fault she had that special effect on me when her chocolate eyes gazed at my blue pools!
As a response, I broke out into a genuine smile and flashed it at her as if to say 'You're Welcome'. I looked down at my shoes again and absent-mindedly began making little sand-trails on the soil.
"I take it that you wrote that song yourself?" he supposed, raising his brow at her. "Yeah.." she replied rather quietly. "Do you write songs?" she asked, her head suddenly rising itself to her hand where she rested her chin on. At that one simple querie my mind raised a thousand questions flooded my head. Should I tell her/ Would she sell it to Tween Weekly? Should I trust a Random? Will telling her the truth bring us closer? Will telling a lie bring us farther apart?
I inwardly sucked in a deep breath and concluded; I'd tell her.
"Yeah. Just a bit, but that's a secret." I responded, winking at her as if to say 'It's Our Little Secret Now'. "Well in that case, I swear I won't tell anyone!" she stated, her hand thrusting itself into the air in Ready-To-Recite-A-Pledge-Position.
"Promise?" I confirmed, my pinky sticking out in a childish manner. This was also accompanied by a dorky smile.
"Promise." she concluded, interlocking our fingers together and exchanging megawatt smiles at each other.
A/N: Gosh that was long. Okay, I'm done :)