Stupid Cute
"The Downfalls of Yahoo!"
Google.
Sue me.
MSN.
Bite me.
DogPile
Pooper-scooper.
Yahoo!
Wee!
Search: Top ten ways to let a girl know you love her (and get her to love you back).
One: Tell her (heck no)
Two: Send her flowers (this is good. But Mr. Dillweed sent Blondie flowers, which was really low, and everyone knows how that turned out. Besides, I don't want them to end up in the gutter…)
Three: Call her randomly throughout the day (huh)
Four: Compliment everything about her (will do)
Five: Buy her a drink (if you're underage, a non-alcoholic beverage is preferable)
Six: Caress her face whenever possible (no problem there)
Seven: Don't be rude. (bite me)
Eight: Be a Jonas (what the heck?)
Nine: Serenade her (what's the definition of 'serenade' anyway?)
Ten: Don't be like Chad Dylan Cooper (once again, bite me).
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The day after my "fake date" with Sonny, I decided to drop the Falls and commit to some serious research. Whoever the sick person was that decided to name their site 'dogpile dot com' sickens me. And let's just face it, Yahoo! always has the best advice. It's a given.
One, I decided, is out of the question. Two, I refuse to do. Three…
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(Phase Three – 1pm)
"Sonny, how are you?"
"Why are you calling me, Chad? How'd you get my number?"
"You know, I have my resources."
"Fine." Click.
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(Phase Three- 2pm)
"What is it, Chad?"
"How'd you know it was me?"
"The magic of Caller ID."
"Cool." Click.
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(Phase Three- 3pm)
"Chad, I'm working on a skit-"
"Sonny, I just wanted to tell you that I think you're funny."
"Really, Chad?"
"Of course. Now go work on that skit and make me happy." Click.
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(Phase Four – 1am)
"Chad, seriously, I'm gonna kill ya."
"I just wanted to ask you if you'd like to get some coffee with me tomorrow?"
"Why, Chad?"
"Because," I drew in a deep breath, and unconsciously played with a strand of my hair. "Because I like hanging out with you." I let out a heavy sigh and closed my eyes. Before, she only wanted to be around me to get back at Dillweed. And now, now I needed that miracle…
"Fine, Chad. Starbucks. One tomorrow. Don't call me anymore." Click. I flipped my cell phone shut, and a swell of relief ran through me.
I was going out with Sonny tomorrow. I was going out with Sonny tomorrow.
Ooo000ooO
"I like your…bangs."
"Thanks, Chad."
"I like your…shirt buttons."
"Chad?"
"Yeah, Sonny?"
"Either drink your coffee, or stop complimenting me long enough to tell me what you want." Sonny said with a roll of her beautiful eyes. I bit my lip, and toyed with my coffee cup. I want you, Sonny. I just want you.
But I couldn't say that, could I? Even though it was in a Yahoo! article.
So far, I had one through five down, and wasn't going to touch eight or ten. I really liked the ring of the word 'serenade', but still, I don't have a clue as to what it means. And rudeness? I'm not rude. I can't be rude.
And Sonny. Sonny was sitting across from me in this wispy sky blue dress that showed her bare shoulders. Her hair was perfect as always; and every little move that she made sent my heart doing flip-flops. Her voice was perfect. Her lips were perfect.
Everything about her was completely and utterly perfect. Yet I don't have her, and that kills me.
Step six, here I come.
During a moment of braveness, I leaned across the small table, and brushed a loose strand of hair from Sonny's face. Her skin was silky smooth, and it was all that I could do not to just grab her right then and there and destroy her lips with my own.
It would be a un-hand-licking kiss, and I would appreciate it.
But I couldn't do that. She'd slap me.
"Sonny," I gulped, and leaned back in my seat – brushing off my regret. She seemed completely unfazed by my hand-brushing, and that left me a little ticked off at Yahoo!.
"Huh?" She lifted her Carmel frap to her lips and took a sip. Damn me. I was jealous of a frap.
"I like you." There. I said it. I bit my lip in anticipation as a look of confusion swept over my beautiful's face.
Please, Sonny. Please.
"So, I guess this means you want to be friends with me?" She placed her frap cup carefully down and looked at me, grinning. Her little dimple appeared, causing my heart to melt.
Friends.
She wanted to be friends.
Damn her stupid cuteness and damn Yahoo!
I'm going to have to find out what "serenading" means…
A/N: Honestly, I didn't plan on turning this into a three-shot, but since it's been eating at me, I'm going too :) Granted, I probably should've left it as a tag with just one chapter, but I decided to ruin it. And THANK YOU to everyone who reviewed! I was blown away by all of them. And here I'd just written it five minutes after watching the episode. Wow. Thank you.
So, here's a little more Chad. Once again, overly dull and looking for help in the strangest of places. I apologize for a dull Sonny too. Granted, in the conclusion they'll both be more in-character.
-Aly
Any thoughts?