So, How many of you have seen the new episode of SWAC? I laughed hysterically the entire time.
Once again, thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed, I'm so glad you like this! And i'm sorry if Chad is a little out-of-character, but, well, that's just how i think he'd be in a situation like this.
Anyhoo, please read, review and enjoy!
Gravity
Chapter 3
Filming the next day was unbearably long, just so you know.
And of course Chuckle City finished rehearsing early. So, of course they somehow ended up on the set of Mackenzie Falls. So, it was only logical that she-who-you-really-want-to-hate-but-can't-figure-out-if-you-do-or-not sitting about three feet from you in your dressing room so does not help. It just kind of makes you panicky. And it also makes Portlyn hit you really hard because you're being a loser. And it makes Blondie hit you less hard (but still within hurting-range) because your "repressing emotions".
And then, after your nerve-fraying 28734618237642 hour shot, you have to spend another 20 minuets with them while crews set up for the next scene.
As much as I hate to say it, it was actually pretty entertaining. Nico and Grady were attempting to try on the Mackenzie Falls uniforms, and Sonny and Blondie were going through the piles of makeup.
"How do I look?" Nico popped out from behind a curtain, wearing Portlyns uniform.
"Like a woman." Sonny was testing tubes of lipstick on the back of her hand.
"Really?" He turned around, smiling. "You too!"
"Funny thing about that... See, I actually am a girl."
I was leaning my head on the back of the couch, I chuckled, "Well, that's good to know, Sonny."
She rolled her eyes, "Nice shirt, by the way. It looks like the one you usually wear..."
"It is."
She just went back to the lipsticks.
Grady sat down next to me. If I hadn't been so sleep deprived, I might have seriously considered picking up a chair and hitting him with it.
"Hey Chad."
"Hey Stupid."
"So when you guys are done filming, you wanna go go out??"
I swear, I must be in some alternate universe. Chuckle City in my dressing room, Blondie and Portlyn getting along, and now, Grady wanting to hang out.
"No." I didn't even look at him.
"Aw, come on- why not?"
"Because we don't like each other?"
He leaned over, and I uncomfortably sat up. "Sonny'll be there..."
"So?" As soon as the word had come out of my mouth, I realized I wasn't the only one who had said it. I looked over at Sonny staring at Grady, holding an eyeliner pencil next to her eye.
The odd desire for someone to come and walk into her so she would poke herself in the eye became very strong.
"So, you like Sonny. Sonny likes you-"
"Grady!" Sonny threw the pencil at him.
"What? It's tru-"
I stood up. "I have to leave..."
"Chad wait, Grady's just-"
I turned, smiling. "Really, Ill see you later. "
xoxo
Portlyn and I were standing as far away from Sonny and the others as humanly possible while still remaining in the building. It was after the show, we were hanging around, sleepless and ill, to talk with some fans that had made it into the building.
They were cool. And mentioned, several times, how 'terrible it was that we had to share a studio with a show like So Random!.' Which, of course, just made my life much better.
And just as we were calling it a night, a girl walked up to me. She was in her late teens and pretty.
"You're Chad Dylan Cooper!"
"Yes, Yes I am." I popped my collar, giving her a typical Chad Dylan Cooper smile.
"Is it true that you and Sonny are dating?"
My face fell, "Huh?"
"I heard that the only reason Sonny Munroe was even cast on So Random! Was because she was your long lost girlfriend, and you wanted to spend more time with her."
Oh.
My.
God.
I hate everyone.
Please, little girl, please go post this on your myspace and tell all your friends that I'm Sonny Munroe's boyfriend. In fact, why don't you just skip that step and tell them that we're engaged. No, even better- we're married and we have children! That would really make my life easier. That would really improve my situation and un-complicate my life. Great. Fabulous. Fan-tastic.
"Did you ask Sonny?"
She sighed, impatiently. "She said that it wasn't anyone's business-"
"She's right." (For once)
"But, like, that means you are dating, right?"
"No, I think it means that it's none of your business."
"Come on, I mean, either you are or you-"
"NO! We aren't!" It came out louder then I expected it to. "Chad Dylan Cooper does NOT date girls from So Random!"
She looked bewildered as I stomped away.
I've got a new theory: If everyone on the planet dies... My life... Would be much easier.
And I'm starting with that girl.
xoxo
"No, seriously. I don't want to go. You guys just... Go. And have fun...Or something."
"Chaaaaadd.." Portlyn whined, pulling on my elbow. "Come on! You're the only one I'm really friends with!"
"So?"
"So what? Please?"
I pulled my jacket on. "Just go."
"So you're just leaving me with those idiots?" She gestured behind her where Blondie, Grady and Nico and the others were grouped.
"Looks that way, yeah."
She groaned. "Fine. You're so lame."
"Yes. Yes, I am..."
But I'm lame in a way that involves completely avoiding Sonny
So I think I win.
...Or....
Not.
Because just as I was sticking the keys into the door of my car... I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"You going home?"
"Yeah..."
You know. To go kill myself.
"Do you think, you could give me a ride home?"
"Of course not, Sonny..."
After all, it is only about twenty minutes away in traffic. And WHY wouldn't I want to spend a whole twenty minutes in a confined space with Sonny Munroe?
"Great...Thanks..."
"Uh...No problem..."
I turned the car on.
"So, about what Grady said..."
I grimaced. Bad traffic and awkward conversations. My life was just one horrible bad-tasting cocktail, wasn't it?
"What about it?"
"Well, he seems to think-"
"You mean he can think now? God, that's an improvement. I didn't think he knew how..."
Sonny didn't say anything. She looked like she might have wanted to smile but was resisting the temptation.
"He's not the only one who thinks that-"
"You mean the rest of you learned too? Jeez, man, I'm really impressed. What did you do? Are there, like, informational videos you can buy, or did you just get lessons from someone who passed ninth grade?"
"Chad." She was smiling now, but I knew she didn't want to be.
"Sorry. Please continue with the thought you're now able to process."
"You're really bad at serious conversations."
"I always have been... You remember that one time with the guy who's car I smashed into...?"
It was my first car, and my first wreck. I was devastated.
"Yeah, and you kept asking him about how he managed to get into pants so tight. And if maybe they were restricting his leg movement and that's why he couldn't drive?"
"Yeah... And I still had to pay him like 300 bucks..."
I paused, biting my bottom lip.
AWKWARD AWKWARD AWKWARD.
I mean, Good Lord. I don't want to be anywhere near this girl. I hate her. I hate whats happening between us. I hate how stupid I am. I hate how she, by some act of complete idiocy on her part, had turned me into Chad Dylan Cooper, Sonny Munroe's Boyfried in the public eye. Instead of Chad Dylan Cooper, of the hit tween drama Mackenzie Falls..
And I hated how I could actually sit there and reminisce...
AND ACT LIKE IT'S COMPLETELY NORMAL.
It's not normal. It's bizarre. Just like... Well. Just like the rest of my life.
"So...Uh... Grady thinks we..." She picked at a string on her sleeve.
"Yeah."
"Ah."
"Portlyn does too..."
"And Tawni..."
"She still scares me a little," I said, looking at the window.
"Yeah, well, just be glad you don't have to share a dressing room with her."
She smiled.
We stopped at a light, sitting in another silence. This one less awkward then the previous... But painstaking, nevertheless.
"Some girl at the show tonight asked if I was your boyfriend."
She was silent again.
"Chad?" She looked upset.
"What?" I saw her flinch, I didn't mean to be so harsh.
"Im just, I dunno. I'm sorry?"
"For?"
"For..." She sighed. "Everything."
"Everything?"
"Yeah. Ruining your reputation. I know that's why you hate being around me. I never meant for it to happen. I just wanted us to be friends..."
I pulled up next to her house. I didn't know what to say. She hadn't really ruined my reputation. And, yeah, being around her was awkward, but I wouldn't say I hated it. I really didn't know anything anymore.
So, I just did the most caring thing I could think of, I reached forward and squeezed her shoulder.
"Listen, It's no big deal." She smiled at me. "Chad Dylan Cooper will survive. I don't think you could make him completely ruined." I teased.
She laughed, and opened her door, "So, I'll, uh... See you... Tomorrow. Then."
I shifted slightly. "Yeah. Right. Tomorrow."
"Well, uh..." I restarted the car. "Seeya then."
She turned, heading toward her door.
"Night Sonny"
She turned and waved. "Night."
I swear. I'm not an idiot.
It just comes off that way.