A/N- I'm sorry to inform you of this, but I'm canceling If I Didn't Have You. Please don't be mad at me...I've been having a lot of writer's block. I think someone actually shoved a brick in my writing portion of my brain... :(
I bet it's that girl at school who thinks she's the best writer... Grrrrrrrrr...
I'm so gonna kill her! OK. Maybe it wasn't her...That was a lie, "she" doesn't exist. But I swear, I don't know what happened. I was full of stories-my mind was always sidetracked to writing FanFiction! It just went away! :( :( :( :( Please read the rest at the bottom. I wanna say my thanks to all those wonderful reviewers.(Is that a word?)
Well.. I guess this is the last time I'll put this on this story:
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A/N- OK! I was just kidding. It was a joke! I'm still gonna finish this story! Haha. Please don't be mad. I was just trying to play around...AHHHHHHH! Don't hurt me! Your eyes BURN! MOMMY! HELP ME!
JK! OK. Chapter 16 will be attached to this note.
Chad's POV:
I ran everywhere I could think of. I circled the whole studio, in every room, and outside 3 times. I was a really persistent person, but I gave up. Sonny was nowhere to be found. I moped to my dressing room...
I went in, grabbed my keys, jacket, script, and walked to my car. I hopped in and started my way to my place. No, not my house, but this nice place I found. I arrived at Central Park. I quickly found my place. It was covered by trees and had a little gazebo, pond, and beautiful flowers blooming. The pond was filled with lanterns that were already lit up... That's weird, usually when I'm here, I'm the one who lights them. I shrugged it off and sat by the tree that I always carved in: to remind me of the things I thought about. I grabbed the little knife that I hid under a bunch of leaves, and carved in a heart with the word LOVE. I was deeply in love and it was the only thing on my mind.
I slid down to the floor and heard a sound of someone strumming a guitar. I thought about it and my head shot to the rose bush where I usually left my guitar. It was gone. And whoever that was here, was playing it...
My eyes search slowly to the sound of the music, and suddenly stopped at a brunette sitting on the bench, under the gazebo.
Sonny...
You tucked me in, turned out the light
Kept me safe and sound at night
Little girls depend on things like that
Brushed my teeth and combed my hair
Had to drive me everywhere
You were always there when I looked back
You had to do it all alone
Make a living, make a home
Must have been as hard as it could be
And when I couldn't sleep at night
Scared things wouldn't turn out right
You would hold my hand and sing to me
Caterpillar in the tree
How you wonder who you'll be
Can't go far but you can always dream
Her voice broke the silence and it flowed softly. The song was amazing and she suddenly stopped. I tip-toed a little closer to see tears gently rolling down her cheeks. She stared at the notebook in her hands and quickly wiped her eyes.
Sonny's POV:
After walking away from Chad, I went to put my guitar away and sat down in my dressing room. I tried to take a nap, but there was too much on my mind. I laid back on the couch and closed my eyes. Then, my eyes shot open. I grabbed my jacket, slipped on some converse, my song notebook, and ran out of the studio like lightning.
I went to the Central Park. I quickly found the place I was looking for. It was isolated from the rest of the park. I found it once, when I was bored at the studio. I wasn't the first to find it, though. There was someone who found it before I did. I didn't know who, but I found out that they played guitar. I tripped over something one day and found out it was guitar on a stand and it was hidden. Probably so no one would steal it. It was the Fender CDN90 Acoustic Guitar. Those were one of the most classical guitars ever! (Exaggeration here!) It was dyed a deep blue color. A pretty good idea too.
Anyway, I walked over to it and grabbed it, along with the box of matches. No, I wasn't going to light the place on fire. I was simply going to light up the lanterns that were afloat on the small little pond in the center of the area. When I was done I blew out the match and threw it into the trash can. What? I don't litter! Plus, it would ruin this beautiful scenery.
I walked over to the gazebo and sat on the bench under it. I looked down at the page and stared. Memories started flooding back...Uh, well there's no time for a flashback, but I'll just tell you.
My dad used to always raise me as a child. He was the one that nobody would accept in a full-time job, while my mom could not lose her working-from-6-to-midnight-job. My dad would always come pick me up at school and one day, we were sitting in my room, playing around with my guitar. Then, he started to strum a nice tune. Lyrics flew through my head and after countless hours, I had the beginning. My dad promised me that he would help me finish the song the next day. The following day, my mom had the day off and my dad was on his way home. Two hours passed and he was still not home. Then, we got a call saying he was in a car crash and didn't make it... So, yeah, we didn't finish the song, but in one week, from today, it would be the day he left.
I started to play the song and sung:
You tucked me in, turned out the light
Kept me safe and sound at night
Little girls depend on things like that
Brushed my teeth and combed my hair
Had to drive me everywhere
You were always there when I looked back
You had to do it all alone
Make a living, make a home
Must have been as hard as it could be
And when I couldn't sleep at night
Scared things wouldn't turn out right
You would hold my hand and sing to me
Caterpillar in the tree
How you wonder who you'll be
Can't go far but you can always dream
The song stopped there. Tears were rolling freely as I stared at the sheet in front of me. A rush of determination and persistence rushed over me. I wiped my tears away. The imaginary light-bulb above my head lit up and I was writing super fast on the next page on my notebook.
I started strumming again. I almost finished the song and hoped I would finished by the time of the year later funeral speeches.
Wish you may and wish you might
Don't you worry, hold on tight
I promise you there will come a day
The wide smile on my face disappeared when everything went away. That was all I had. There were no more lyrics. My mind was completely blank.
Chad's POV:
She started to scribbled in her notebook and sung what she put down. She was smiling widely and then it slowly faded. Her face was expressionless.
I crept on the squeaky stairs to the gazebo and she still didn't notice me.
C- Sonny?
Her head snapped up. It was once again, covered in tears. She tried to wipe them away, but failed to. The tears just came rushing back. I sat down next to her and pulled her into me. She gripped onto my shirt, sobbing fiercely in my chest. I stroked her hair gently and when the sobs faded away, she lifted her head to look at me.
S- Ch-ch-chad?
C- Hey, Sonny.
Sonny looked down at my shirt and I followed her eyes. My shirt was completely wet from her tears. I looked back at her.
S- Oh my God! I'm so sorry!
C- It's okay Sonny.
S- Are you sure? 'Cause I can totally get you a new one.
C- I'm sure. Now, why don't you tell me what's wrong?
S- Wrong? Nothing's wrong at all!
Her voice raised and I knew she was lying. Although, she was crying her eyes out, nobody cries for no reason...
C- Sonny, you can tell me.
S- I-I-I don't know.
C- Okay then. Let's change the subject. That was a beautiful song.
She started to cry again and I pulled her back in.
Then, she stopped crying and pulled away again.
C- You don't have to tell me. I understand that it's one of those things.
S- No, I'm ready to tell someone, now.
She told me the story of how it was considered her and her dad's song and how they didn't finish it. And how they didn't finish it and about her dad's...death.
C- Oh, I'm so sorry Sonny.
S- It's okay. I'm fine, now. I didn't even cry anymore.
C- Well, how about you put on that thinking cap of yours and I'll help you write that song.
S- Well, it doesn't have a title, but ya know..
She handed me the notebook and I grabbed my guitar and strummed the notes on the paper.
A/N- I'm sorry if this was a little shorter than I said it would be in the last chapter.
No cliffy, but I just love this song! Caterpillar in the tree how you wonder who you'll be can't go far but you can always dream! Okay review!