By: xXxStompingOnRosesxXx
Adopted by: IAmSRAK
Adopted by: -Yours truly-
Awkward
All in all, I think I have seven secrets in general... Here they are:
Live fish scare the crap out of me,
I have a teddy bear named Mr. Winkle Bob that my Aunt Bridget gave me (I hate the thing, but I think Aunt B. would strangle me if I threw it out),
I have this… thing for frozen coffee,
I subscribed last month to – ugh – Seventeen,
I'm in love with Chad (but you already know that),
I'm keeping a diary with a front cover that is girly to most people,
And I secretly play guitar and sing.
Why did I tell you my dumb secrets? Well, you are my diary, right? And girls write stupid secrets in their diaries, don't they?
Eh. Back to the Seventeen thing. I subscribed to the wretched girlie-girl magazine because of, if it's not obvious enough, Chad Dylan Cooper.
In my opinion, he's just perfect. Too perfect.
And I don't mean literally perfect, just - oh, goodness, this is so cheesy – perfect for me.
And me only.
That's right, pretty ladies, Chad is mine. (A/N: I MUST disagree there, he's MINE, GIRL!)
Well, he's going to be, at least…
But still, touch my Chad and I'll make you blind. Literally. I've done it before.
"Sonny!" I heard my Mom call. "Your magazine is here!"
"Thanks Mom! Can you bring it up here, please?" I called back.
"Nope. Now come down here! I have someone you should meet!"
Oh goodness, no. Not another one of her Alcoholic Control Center buddies. The last one took our refrigerator.
I rolled my eyes and jumped out of bed. When I was going down the stairs, I saw two tall figures beside Mom. Their backs were facing me, but I could see that they were both blonde.
The first one was tall and I could tell that he was a guy. He was in a polo shirt and tan pants. It looked almost like a golfing outfit. I think he was the same age as my Mom because of his slightly graying hair.
The second figure was shorter than the man, but she was still tall. In fact, she was a good 3 or 4 inches taller than my Mom. She was wearing a white graphic shirt, neon pink pants and a matching neon pink jean jacket. My guess is that she was either my age, or a woman in her mid-40's that forgot that it wasn't the 1980's anymore.
I cleared my throat and they turned to me.
Whoa.
They were both flippin' gorgeous!
They both smiled warmly at me. I smiled awkwardly back and looked at Mom expectantly.
"Honey," she said, "meet Tom and Tawni Hart."
I looked at them for moment before cautiously greeting, "Hi."
Tom held out his hand. I shook his hand like a pretty little proper lady like my Mom wanted me to be. "Nice to meet you, Allison."
"Call me Sonny." I hate the name Alison, mostly because it was my name. It being the name on my birth certificate made me want to puke. But no offense to any other Allisons out there, though.
Tawni then held out her hand and I shook it, too. Her many, many bangles clanked as her arm went up and down. "Tawni Hart," she introduced herself. "Nice to meet you, Sonny."
"You too, Tawni."
I have to say, I expected them to be way more snobby…
"Uh, Daddy, can I borrow some hand sanitizer?" Tawni asked, wiping her hand on her shirt.
"Oh, whoop-dee-doo, make way. Another diva is coming, I say," I mumbled to myself. That's what my friends and I say whenever one of the guys date a diva. But it still applies to this situation. Tawni heard me, though.
She narrowed her eyes at me and I smirked.
Mom cleared her throat and wrapped her arm around Tom's.
I have a bad feeling about this…
"Sonny, do you remember your father's wedding?"
Wedding? Why are we talking about weddings?
Unless… Whoa, whoa, wait.
No. Please don't tell me that you're getting married, Mom.
"Which one?"
"Well, how many are there?"
"Uh, four or five, I think…"
My father, Stephen, left when I was nine. He's filthy rich, a novelist, but – sorry Dad – kinda stupid. He let those whores take more than half his money. Money that should be in my bank account when he oh-so-accidentally dies… And, no, I don't mean that I'm going to, you know, murder my father, but when his wife finds out about his mistresses, well…
"Well, instead of us going to his weddings-"
"But, Mom, you never go to his weddings…"
"That's because he's a scumbag, Darling. Anyways, instead of you going to his overpriced weddings-"
Holy crud, NO!
Mom, I swear that if you marry that stranger, I will POUND HIS FACE IN!
"Your Dad will be coming to my wedding. I'm marrying Tom. Welcome the new members of the family!" She smiled, probably expecting me to jump around and sing show tunes like this is a musical.
But, really, I just wanted to chew someone's foot off.
"Don't worry, Sonny. You're going to have more sisters! Taryn and Zora couldn't make it, but I bet they'll love to meet you!" Tom exclaimed.
Oh great. More people.
I plastered a fake little smile on my face and said sweetly, "Oh, wow! That's great! Congrats!"
Tom and Connie – I'm too mad at her to call her Mom right now – smiled warmly at each other and kissed. Full on the lips.
It almost made me gag. I glanced at Tawni, and she had the same expression I most likely had on my face: Disgusted.
She smiled at me, and I smiled back.
After a few minutes, they left. But not without a make out session provided by Mom and Tom.
Eugh.
"So, how long have you known Tom?" I asked Mom while we were making dinner.
"About… four years?" She smiled, probably thinking about Tom.
"Oh," I muttered, slicing the potatoes for the stew a little too hard. "And you didn't bother to tell me about your little romance?"
"Well, I didn't think it was going to be serious!" she defended.
I gave her a look.
She rolled here eyes and smiled at me. "Also, we like to role-play."
I dropped the potatoes and knife on the table and said, "That's it. I lost my appetite."
I ran up to my room and called Chad. "Chad, how's your step dad?"
"Who? Frank?" he asked, confused. We both hate Fanny-Pack Frank. We call him that because he gives everyone fanny packs as Christmas, birthday, and anniversary gifts. He's weird. And not good-weird like Nico and Grady, just plain, straight-up cuckoo.
"Yeah. You know, Mom was so jealous of your mom, so she decided to get a husband of her own!" I screeched.
"Uh… Is this your way of telling me that Aunt Connie's getting married?"
"NO, CHAD! THIS IS MY WAY OF TELLING YOU THAT I WANT TO ROLL AROUND IN KETCHUP AND SING KELLY ROWLAND SONGS!"
I feel bad for screaming at him, but Chad's the only one I could scream at and not feel guilty. Mom, on the other hand…
"Okay, chill. I know you're mad, but please, I like being able to hear," he said gently. He knows that one wrong move and I'll snap.
I sighed and muttered, "Sorry, but I can't exactly blow up in front of Mom…"
I could almost hear him smile. "Aww, remember when I was mad at the world when I found out Mom was going to marry a stupid idiot…"
"That's the thing!" I sighed, exasperated. "Tom's completely nice! It's really hard to hate him."
"Then don't."
"But he's marrying my mother!"
"And he makes her happy."
I groaned. Chad was right, and I hate it. "Fine, fine, I'll be nice."
"Good. Hey, just out of curiosity, does he have a daughter?"
"Yeah. Her name's Tawni."
"She hot?"
"I… I guess…"
"Awesome! Hey, maybe I can milk your situation a little by making her my girlfriend." He laughed.
I let out a fake chuckle and lied, "Hey, I have to go now. My phone's almost dead. Call me tomorrow?"
"Definitely."
I smiled then hang up. I like talking to Chad. He knows what to say, when to kiss-up, and when to pick a fight. If only he wasn't so oblivious, though.
"Hey, Sonny," a female voice behind me say. I spun around to see that it was Tawni in all her pink and bedazzled glory.
"Oh, hey, Tawni. Um, what're you doing here?"
She rolled her blue eyes and said, "Dad wanted some 'alone time' with Connie."
We simultaneously cringed at the thought.
She sat down next to me on my bed. We talked for a while, but then she saw the picture of Chad on my bedside table. "Ooh la la, who is this cutie?" she as she picked up the picture.
"My best friend. He's Chad."
She quirked a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "But… he's a dude…"
"Well, yeah, but he's still my best friend." I blushed at the thought of Chad, a goofy, lovesick smile on my face.
Tawni studied me carefully for a moment. It was creepy, but I let her have her fun. I don't know what girls like her did as a hobby, so if it's staring and studying people, then so be it. After a few seconds, her face lit up. "You like him!"
"Wh- what? Psh! Psh, no! I do not!" I denied, my voice going high.
"Please. I know these things." She flipped her blond locks over her shoulder. "Millions of guys have liked me. I can detect love a mile away. No, seriously, there was this guy, his name's Evan, and he bought me a CD, while there was this guy Shane, who liked me too, so he got me- "
I sighed, giving up. I really don't want to hear about other people's love life. "Fine, fine, I kinda… love Chad. But if you tell anyone, I swear that I will-"
She suddenly squealed and jumped up from my bed, cutting me off. "I have an idea! Let's give you a makeover! To make Chuck-"
"Chad."
"–like you!"
A makeover?
Does she mean a makeover with all that pink stuff and clothes and hairspray and all that crap on Plain Jane?
[A/N: No offense to any Plain Jane fanatics, okay? It just seemed like something AU's Sonny would say.]
"A what?"
"A makeover! Come on, Sonny! It'll be fun! We're going to make you pretty!"
"Are you calling me ugly?" I narrowed my eyes.
"… And, uh, plus, we'll get to spend more time together! We're going to be sisters, right?" Changing the subject… Smart move, Tawni.
"Look Tawni, I appreciate your enthusiasm to fix my non-existent love life, but…" I explained gently. "I'm completely fine with Chad not knowing that I like him."
Tawni rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Fine, but if you don't agree to do the makeover =, I'm going to tell Chad that you like – no, wait, love him," she threatened, her smug smirk deepening.
My mouth fell open in shock. "But that's… that's blackmail!"
"Exactly."
So now, here I was, at the local mall. I brought along a bag to put this diary in. Tawni doesn't know about this diary, and I'm planning on keeping it that way. I know that if she finds out about this, I know I'll never hear the end of it. "Sonny, why are you scared of fish?" "What's a Winkle Bob?" "You subscribed to a magazine? An actual magazine without pictures of cars or swords?" "You sing?"
And, etcetera, etcetera…
"Sonny!" I heard Tawni call from the other side of the room. Some other ladies shopping turned to look at her and then stare at me. They looked at my baggy jeans, Draughty t-shirt, and black Converse sneakers. I could see them one by one roll their eyes and look through the dresses they were going through before Tawni decided to show that her screech could break glass. "What do you think of this dress?"
She held up a pink tiger-print mini dress that would make me look like an expensive prostitute.
I shook my head furiously, making her roll her eyes and stomp back to the clothes racks. After five minutes, she rushed back to me with a mountain of clothes in her arms, being followed by salesladies with carts full of clothes.
This is going to be a long day…
I'm now in a changing booth that was as big as my room. I just hope that there aren't any hidden cameras here like Tawni said. She told me that "the hidden cameras are to see if there are people who brought weed." Please. The guards just want to see some women in their underwear or something…
I rummaged through the stacks (Yes, stacks. Plural.) of pink and purple butt-showing clothes, hoping to find something decent. I found a red dress with a sweetheart neckline. It was cute compared to the other crap in the pile of clothing Tawni forced into my arms.
I tried it on hastily and came out to show Tawni. She was reading a magazine, but she quickly put it down when she saw my appearance.
"Wow," she said. "Who knew you had…you know?"
I glared at her and stomped back into the booth. I grabbed the pile of "rejected" dresses and came out. "Here," I said, "these are yours."
I then threw the surprisingly heavy pile at Tawni. She screamed, almost falling down because of the weight of the dresses. I smiled while she glared at me.
"You know," she muttered angrily, "because of this, we're going to Victoria's Secret next."
And that, people, was when I learned that Tawni Hart never lies.
I can never look at my underwear the same way again…
-Add overly dramatic cringe here-
"Sonny! Come on! We have to buy more shoes!" Tawni shouted at me. I was sitting on a bench by the girlie-girlie store Tawni came out of. Suddenly, she tensed up.
"What is it?" I asked. I looked at what she was staring at.
What I saw almost made me cry.
It was Chad. He was with someone…
A girl someone.
I suddenly pulled Tawni into the store she was just in before Chad could see us. We peered through the glass display, hoping to get a better look at the two without them knowing.
The girl he was with was pretty. Beautiful, even. She had fair skin, layered dark brown hair that could be mistaken as black, almond-shaped eyes that matched the color of her hair, and full rosy lips. She didn't seem like the type that Chad would go for…
I mean, her clothes were actually decent, non-Barbie-ish, just a deep violet dress with a thick black belt around her waist, a black leather jacket, black tights and black "booties", as Tawni called them.
She was competition.
I looked at Tawni, a look on my face that was a mixture of distress, jealousy, hurt, and confusion. Sure, Chad is extremely – and I mean extremely– attractive, sweet in some ways, and he had some sick abs, but… I never thought that he'd get a real girlfriend. One that could stay, at least.
Then, an idea popped into my head. "How about we see if Chad's really serious about her?" I muttered to Tawni.
She had a confused look on her face, but nodded anyway.
I grabbed my phone and called Chad. Tawni glanced at the salesladies behind us, probably wondering why two teenage girls were spying on a guy on a date and decided that they use their store as their stakeout location.
I watched Chad pick up his phone while she intertwined their fingers. Why that little-
"Sonny?"
"Hey, Chad, where are you? We're supposed to play Mario Kart today, remember?"
"Oh, sorry! I, uh, I forgot. I'm with my Dad…"
Stupid little twerp.
"Oh, I could see that you Dad really changed. Did he grow his hair out or get extensions?"
"Uh, what?"
"It's just that I see you with someone that looks a lot like a teenage girl."
He started to look around, completely freaked out. "What are you talking about? Where are you?"
I hung up my phone and grabbed a Styrofoam rock from the store's display. I ran out of the shop and on my way to Tawni's pink convertible, I threw the fake rock at his head.
It practically flew to his direction and made a "plop!" when it bounced off his hair that I now think is stupid and overrated.
I heard Tawni's seven-inch heels click-clack behind me, so I slowed my pace.
Chad probably thought that I was mad because he lied to me, but...
Ugh, I sound like that depressed girl that's always sad-sad-sad because of some dude in those lame teen dramas.
"I'm so sorry, Sonny…," Tawni mumbled when I finally stopped running. I sank to the floor and leaned black on her car. Tawni suddenly hugged me.
It's a good thing I don't wear makeup because it probably would have been running. I still looked like a mess, though.
I… just never expected my best friend to break my heart…
I was eating ice cream on my bed, watching a chick flick that had Jennifer Aniston in it.
Chad messed me up.
"Adam, how can you now see that Jen is perfect for you?" I cried at the screen, shoveling more ice cream into my mouth almost obsessively.
I sneezed into a tissue and threw it into the trash can that now held a few pictures of Chad and I last summer.
Throw in a hot guy on my doorstep, begging for my forgiveness and you've got a blockbuster hit.
Tawni then walked into my room, a concerned frown on her face. "Put the ice cream down, Sonny."
"Why?" I sobbed, my voice cracking. "It's not like anybody cares! I could fall into a hole right now and Chad still wouldn't care! He'll be too busy making out with his new girlfriend!" I screamed melodramatically. It was almost comical.
"A moment on your lips," Tawni said, rolling her eyes, "is a lifetime on your hips."
"Shut up, Tawni," I growled. I started to eat more ice cream, but Tawni grabbed the bowl from my hands. "Hey!"
"We are going to make you pretty whether you like it or not." She dragged me from my bed to the vanity that my Mom gave me for my seventeenth birthday. I hate the thing, but how can I throw out a twenty-pound vanity without Mom seeing?
Tawni wiped the chocolate off my face and pulled my hair out of its ponytail. I think she plucked out seven strands of hair and a few scraps of my scalp.
She told me that we could "unveil" my new look tomorrow when we meet with the boys for our yearly Mario Kart championships.
The makeover was… bearable. The only thing I didn't like (aside from the plucking, pulling, and styling) was that Tawni refused to let me look in the mirror.
It took hours to cut, dye and style my hair. Yes, dye. I think it's either black or green now.
And don't even get me started about picking my outfit. We spent tens of thousands of dollars (thank you, Tom's credit card) on hundreds of articles of clothing, so it was a lot to go though. My closet's about to barf all of it up in five seconds.
Tawni finally picked out a dark violet, almost sparkly, tank top, paint-splattered white skinny jeans and boots that were definitely not made for walking. (A/N: Okay, I would SO wear that!)
For all the pop-techno kiddies out there, that was a Frank Sinatra (R.I.P.) reference.
Tawni positioned me in front of my cloth-covered mirror. The anticipation made me want to pull my newly-dyed, barf-mixed-with-lavender-smelling hair.
"Are you ready?"
"Well-"
"Don't care!" She pulled the cloth and the girl in the mirror was so not me…
My hair was darker and curlier. My pale skin practically glowed because of the natural-looking makeup Tawni put on me. I looked... not like me.
"Man, I look good!"
Tawni smiled. I hugged her unexpectedly. "Thanks, Tawn."
"Please. You think this is free?"
I pulled away from the hug and cocked an eyebrow. I expected Tawni to laugh, but she didn't.
"How much?" I sighed.
"A date with the hot guy you're close to."
"Chad?"
"No, the one with the hats."
…Nico?
Tawni likes NICO?
Don't get me wrong, Nico's sweet and he's like a brother to me, but… him with Tawni?
Ew.
She held out her hand. "Is it a deal? I mean, we're both the same size, I can steal all your clothes when you go to sleep."
I smiled and shook her hand. "Deal."
Maybe Mom re-marrying won't be so bad after all.