Risky Business
"You've been waiting all your life for a break like this,
It's your chance of a lifetime, I just know it is,
You gotta go and find those dreams,
It was the last thing that you said…"
-20-
January 1, 2015
They say that if you start the New Year in the arms of the one you love, you'll have a great year…and a great relationship throughout that year.
I've always questioned that myth.
But then again, I haven't watched When Harry Met Sally in a really long time, and they're best friends, who get together, and it has a New Years scene, so, on that note, I should watch it again.
With that thought aside, the last piece of confetti fell to the ground and Chad spun me around in his arms. Being at a public gathering might've been awkward with him (now that we weren't faking things), but he seriously gave me the best New Year's kiss ever.
Not that I minded.
And I enjoy that he's a man who's not ashamed of PDA. You know, unlike Nick Jonas, who's usually hyped up about Shae, but tonight, he proceeded to lead her upstairs to share their midnight kiss, away from everyone else.
Wait a second.
Never mind.
Go Nick… Just sayin'.
I chuckled silently to myself, and Chad kissed the tip of my nose, and I grinned because he had some sort of glittery-thing in his hair.
"Love you, Chad," I whispered so only he could hear me.
"Let's make this year the best one yet, Sonbeam." Chad grinned, this time kissing my lips. We left the party an hour later, holding hands, me hoping that Chad and I would have an unbeatable, unstoppable relationship.
January 10, 2015
So far, Chad had been right. The first week and some odd days with Chad had been total and complete bliss. I kept ignoring Mara's constant phone calls (I apparently had 30 something messages from her), and Chad and I kept going out on dates.
It was weird at first, but I was finally getting used to him.
We'd go out to Outback or Longhorn, Chad would still talk about kangaroos, Steve Irwin, and deer's asses, but we'd be holding hands, and he'd tell me that he'd love me. And then we'd usually end the night with a ridiculously amazing kiss, and a cuddle session whilst drooling over spoonfuls of Nutella. There was that one time when we got into it over whipped cream vs. Cool Whip, but that's the only "fight" that we've had.
Cool Whip for pumpkin pie, the other for everything else. Just sayin'.
"The usual?" Chad pulled away from me, kissed my forehead, while I started fishing my keys out to my apartment. We'd just come back from our latest date at the Cheesecake Factory (white chocolate cheesecake will be the death of me, I swear….Seriously, I want to be buried in it.).
"Um," As I turned to unlock the door, Chad brushed the hair off the back of my neck, and started kissing it lightly, causing my eyes to roll, "s-sure."
"Good." Chad took his lips away from my neck, and kissed the skin just behind my earlobe. "We wouldn't want to get tired of the usual, now would we?" He gave me a roguish wink, and I clenched my fists. What the heck was he getting at?
"Sometime's the unusual is good too." He was obviously flirting with me. I got that from his wink. So I decided that I needed to flirt with him. Of course, when I say things, I sound like I'm a kindergarten kid instead of the girlfriend/best friend of Chad Dylan Cooper.
"You want to do the unusual, Sonbeam?" After we had both gotten inside, and the door was locked, Chad's hands were on my waist, pulling me towards him. My cheeks flooded with heat.
"You want to go skydiving, Chad?" That was unusual. I at least hoped that that was what he'd meant…instead of something else.
Not that that 'something else' didn't tempt me. But I just want to wait until I'm married. And I think that my horny best friend should be man enough to wait.
That is, if he wants to marry me.
I gulped.
"Yes, Sonny," Chad quirked an eyebrow, "I've always wanted to go skydiving." He placed a chaste kiss on my lips, twirled me around, and then pulled me back into a longer, more passionate kiss. "And I've always wanted you."
Oh, boy.
January 15, 2015
I feel that it's my job to give people advice. Truth be told, if I had a dream job, it would be giving people advice (men, mainly). I wouldn't want to be therapist or a psychologist, or any of those people who need to be treated themselves, even though they treat other people, (because, let's face it, every therapist needs a therapist); but I'd just want to be an…advice giver.
I could teach guys how to get their lady. I could give them all the right things to say.
I could always point to my boyfriend, Chad, and use him as my example of what a perfect boyfriend/man should be.
And I could give people like Mara advice. I could tell her not to say "hell" so much, and tell me that, no matter what I wanted, or no matter how much I would pay, I already had a binding contract with a stupid movie.
My advice to Mara, on this note, would be to "go the heck away, and not to boss me around."
My advice to myself would be to always be open and honest, and not keep things from Chad, the model boyfriend/best friend.
Today, I called Mara. Today, I argued with Mara. Today, I was told by Mara that I would be going to a place that rhymes with "spell." And today, I was told (by Mara), that I would be sued by Universal Studios if I did not do my duties and film the stupid movie with Zac Efron, or whoever the heck I'm filming it with.
My problem?
I've never really gotten around to telling Chad. The thing is...it scares me.
You see, I've known about it for so long, and I've never once mentioned it to Chad, and I'm utterly terrified that he'll get mad at me, we'll have our first major fight as a couple, and lose everything.
And when I say everything, I mean he'll fall out of love with me, and I'll lose the best friend that I've ever had.
Do you see why I'm scared now?
Good.
So I should probably do something about it, right?
Yes.
Do I?
No.
Instead, I shut my cell phone off, place it on my dresser, smooth down my red coat and shove my UGGs on (I think they stand for Ugly Gross Gomfortable…y'know, comfortable), and walk out of my bedroom, and into my living room where Chad is waiting.
He's dressed in deliciously tight jeans, a black sweater that Aubree "bought him" (aka, Jamie bought it and blamed it on her daughter), and the most welcoming smile that any man is capable of giving.
After staring at him for a few seconds, Chad smirks, walks towards me, places a kiss on my lips, twirls me around, and we head out the door, aiming for Applebees. He starts talking about Peyton and Eli Manning, and my heart melts and breaks.
The fear of breaking the heart of someone you love sucks, doesn't it?
January 25, 2015
Have I ever mentioned how Chad goes through stages? No? Well, Chad goes through stages.
He went through his Blackberry stage, then through his iPhone stage, and now he's back on his Blackberry stage.
He can never seem to decide between Ralph Lauren or Tommy Hilfiger, and he like's Tim McGraw's cologne because it makes him feel "rugged".
Chad uses bubblegum flavored floss (the pink, kid kind). He used to like the green minty kind until he had a bad experience with green icing on a cake.
Chad used to wear any color boxers that he wants to. According to him though, he now only wears white ones, seeing as how I'm still "pure". This earned a slap from me, then I pulled my shirt off one shoulder so he could see my red bra strap (his eyes were as big as saucers), and then I showed him all of my Victoria's Secret receipts. Therefore, whenever Chad sees me lately, he always has a cocky grin on his face, and decides that I'm going to die if he doesn't kiss my shoulders…because he just has to see what color my lingerie is next.
Chad is now obsessed with Peyton Manning, and white chocolate mint mochas, Starbucks style.
And also, Chad is in this stage where, before we kiss goodnight and he leaves for his house, we cuddle on the couch and he sings me the chorus of a Rascal Flatts song.
And honestly…it makes me melt. Every time.
Kind of like tonight. It was one of the first horribly, utterly, over-the-top cold days that California has had in a while, and Chad and I were lounging on my couch. Chad was sitting up, and I was lying in between his legs, my head against his chest, while he ran his fingers through my hair.
"Hey, Sonny," Chad shifted so he could plant a soft kiss on my cheek, and I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, "I love you."
Moments like these are what I've been living for lately.
I smiled up at him, and he kissed the tip of my nose.
"I have another Flatts' song stuck in my head." I smiled to myself, waiting.
A few seconds later, Chad's soothing, melodic voice filled my ears. "…I got this job, and I think I'm going to take it. 'Cause I've been waiting all my life for a break like this, it's my chance of a lifetime…You gotta go and find those dreams…"
Chad ran away with the lyrics, distorting them and singing them out of order in his own special way; but I drowned out his singing, my heart racing madly. I knew that song. It was about someone going out of town for a job, coming back to their ex, and pleading with them was that their love was what they wanted all along.
I swallowed hard, realizing that I still had yet to tell Chad about Mara and going to Paris.
February 3, 2015
It was supposed to be just a regular day. One filled with me wearing an uncomfortable tight dress, Chad's sarcastic comments, and chocolate.
A day in which I fully intended to call Mara (after Chad left), and tell her that I was going to drop the movie. Drop my career. Everything.
A regular day in which, after I escorted Chad into my apartment, and dashed into my bedroom to get my earrings, get my shoes, pee, brush my hair (again), and go back out and meet Chad.
Here's the thing…When you're in the process of peeing, and your home phone rings, it's kind of difficult stopping the process to run into the family room and answer the phone. So when the persistent noise stopped after three rings, I just assumed that it went to voicemail.
After my hair was set, my feet were in miserable heels, and my earrings were in, I walked out to find Chad, smiling.
Here's the thing…Chad wasn't smiling. He was clenching his fists, his jaw was set, and his eyes, flickering from the phone, to me, looked like they were on fire.
I swallowed hard, feeling every ounce of happiness drain out of me.
"So, Sonny," Chad started after what seemed like hours, taking a step towards me, "I found out something just recently." Chad took another step towards me. "Like, Mara, your…agent, I assume, likes to say hell a lot. I also found out," Chad's eyes flashed with anger, "that my girlfriend…my best friend, the one who tells me everything, is going to Paris pretty soon to film a movie with Zac Efron."
"I-" I swallowed hard, hoping to ease the sudden hoarseness of my throat down. Chad took another step before me, until I was backed up against the door to my bedroom.
I wanted him to pull me into his arms and kiss me. I wanted him to laugh, and tell me what a forgetful klutz I was. Instead, the Chad in front of me was someone who I didn't recognize. He looked so angry, yet, he also looked so hurt. Betrayed.
I had betrayed Chad by not telling him.
"Don't say that you're sorry, Sonny." Chad bit his lip, shaking his head. "Please don't. You've known about this for months, yet you didn't say a damned thing to me. And you're leaving. For a stupid movie. You would think-"
"I was going to drop it." I whispered, interrupting him, tears stinging my eyes.
Chad's glossed over blue eyes met my own. "Then why didn't you?"
"I-"
"You know what, Sonny," Chad took a step back, shaking his head, his clenched hands brushing at his eyes, "go ahead to Paris. Film your precious movie. Have a blast. Elope with Efron for all I care. But when you come back," he turned towards the door and grabbed the handle, "don't bother contacting me."
And with that, he was gone.
Lyrics: Steele, J; Robinson, S – Then I Did by Rascal Flatts
A/N: (((raise of hands))) Who's gained five pounds thanks to Thanksgiving, huh? Chocolate pecan pie is waaaay too good. So, if you celebrated it, I hope you had a great Thanksgiving, and, if not, your accent is probably awesome.
I was going to wait to update until next weekend (this is why I'm behind with review replies), but since the week after this means final exams for me (ick), I decided I need next weekend to study, so you'll be getting an update on Sunday the 12th. I'm sorry that it won't be sooner!
Onto the chapter…If you haven't noticed it already, I really, really, really suck at writing fight/breakup scenes. But, you all probably read the prologue, and expected one sooner or later. Here's the thing…I love happy endings, so you don't have to worry. This is supposed to be a cute Channy story, okay? I love you guys. I love happy endings. I've had waaay to much Starbucks and pecan pie, so this is why I'm rambling. I'll shut up now.
Thank you for reading, and feel free to drop me a review on how much you hate me for writing this/want Starbucks or pecan pie.
-Aly