I do not own Sonny With A Chance. Just the written stuff below.
Wow. I was totally blown away by the amount of reviews this little piece reeled in. I have to say that it totally doesn't deserve it, though. And I'm not being modest. I'm being honest when I say that there is one other story in this fandom that I am in love with at the moment. THAT story deserves twice the amount of reviews/faves/alerts that mine has received. As a favor to me and to faerietaleredux please go read (AND review dahlings!) her lovely story, Potions, Princes & Monsters, Oh my! Trust this Pyro when she says that you will not be disappointed. (The link to the story is in my favorites in case anyone is too lazy to look it up!!!)
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pyrolyn-776 presents:
The Second Installment of Somewhere Only We Know
A ChadSon fic
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Melanie: "Don't look at me like that, Oliver. What's done is done."
Oliver: "Quoting Lady Macbeth, Mel? We're not destruction or malice. We're Melanie and Oliver. We're not a Shakespearean tragedy!"
Melanie: "Yes, yes we are. You're Romeo. I'm Juliet. Don't you see?"
Oliver: "Mel. They die."
Melanie: "That's what I'm saying. We're doomed to fail. We can't be together."
Oliver: "Says who? Them? They don't rule over us, Melanie! We make our own destiny. We can make us work."
Melanie: "Do we, Ollie? Do we make our own destiny? Or do we simply live long enough to realize that fate calls the shots?"
Oliver: "I don't know. And I don't care! I love you. Isn't that enough?"
Melanie: "Ollie. When is it ever?"
"CUT! Sonny! Chad! Why are you torturing us with this - this crap? Melanie and Oliver are in LOVE. They're not supposed to be repulsed by each other. You!" The director, a middle-aged fellow, pointed to Chad. "Your one and only is telling you that you can't be together. Are you going to have your hands in your pockets as she's saying this? No! GET IN THERE! STROKE HER HAIR! HOLD HER CLOSE! BE. A. MAN!"
Chad Dylan Cooper was not one known for his cool composure or for his grace and wisdom. He was a teenage superstar, and really, what did he need compsure and grace for? Tossing his six-hundred dollar haircut around, he let his icy glare land on his leading lady. "This is YOUR fault."
"My fault? I believe the director singled YOU out, Mr. I-Check-Myself-Out-Every-Chance-I-Get." Sonny glared right back, no longer captive of his undeniable good looks. Hands on her hips, she dropped her script and then turned to Mr. Renolds himself, saying, "I can't work with this - this blonde bimbo!"
Mr. Renolds sighed and put a hand to his head. "Why, oh why, did I bother making this movie. Stupid Renolds, stupid. You KNEW there would be teenagers playing these parts. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid."
Sonny and Chad momentarily forgot that they were at odds ends and stared at their director darkly. "WE'RE STANDING RIGHT HERE!" the two chorused.
"I can see that! I'm sentencing the two of you to Renolds Boot Camp! For the next three weeks the two of you will rehearse this script again and again and again. If you don't get it down by April 10th, consider yourselves FIRED."
Sonny snapped her quick-witted retort back, and elbowed Chad to keep him from saying something stupid. "Yes, Mr. Renolds," Sonny told him.
And with that, the script rehearsal promptly came to a close. Sonny and Chad were exiled, and as the leading pair they would have to find a way to make their mutual hatred appear as the opposite on-screen. Because if they didn't their "good names" would forever be stained with uber failure. And trust, that is the one and one thing only, that Sonny and Chad refuse to be.
"You know I hate you, right?"
"Yup."
"And that you suck?"
"I don't su - "
"Yes you do."
Chad glared at his female counterpart. "Gee, Mary Sunshine, I really appreciate that."
"You're so very welcome! Next time you need to deflate your ego, come and see me. I will be more than happy to un-boost your confidence." Sonny rolled her eyes and continued to read through her script, unknowingly moving her lips to Melanie's words. After a few silent seconds, Sonny began to whisper the lines to herself. "Love is not a four letter word to describe a euphoric feeling for one person only, Ollie. It's just a word. It doesn't mean anything. What I feel for you is more than just a four letter word. You are a thousand stars shining across the sky, the feeling I get when I watch the sunrise. You are more than just my love. So much more."
"Melanie, for years I've waited for you to say those words to me. And now that you have I just - I just. God, I wish I was as good with words as you are. I got nothing, okay? I'm cheesy and anything romantic I could do for you would've been taken from some cheese-ball before me. I love you, and I'm sorry that I don't have any metaphors in stock right now but I - "
"It's okay. I know. Ollie. You and me? People will write legends about us. Because...you're my Ollie."
"And you're my Mel."
Chad and Sonny blushed and looked up. "Um," Sonny said. "I - I didn't realize that we were, uh - "
"Ye - yeah. Well." Chad set down his script and took a quick sip of the water by his side. "Do you want to just keep reading or - "
Sonny glanced at her watch and shook her head. "Sorry. I've got to get home. Laia moved out and her - her cousin needed a place to stay, so I offered and I'm supposed to help her move in. I, um," she looked down again, hiding her eyes with her bangs. "Does tomorrow at three work for you?"
"Uh. Sure. Definately. My place?"
"Yeah, that'll work. Um, where do you live?'
Chad smiled a grin unlike the ones Sonny was used to. He wasn't trying to impress her or anyone else for that matter. He looked...breathtaking. Taking her script away, he scrawled his address across one of the corners. "I'll see you later, Sonny."
Sonny blushed like she did the first time she met him. Waving stupidly, she said, "Bye Ollie!"
Chad turned back around and mouthed, "Bye Mel."
Sonny melted into her seat and thought to herself, this was supposed to be a nightmare. Oh, no. I better not be falling for Chad Dylan Cooper. That would be...bad. Very, very bad.
Taking her script and shoving into her bag, she got up and said quietly, "Very bad, indeed."
Okay. So, I've only watched the first two episodes, and because of that, this entire story is based off of that alone. Sorry, dudes. Anyhow, because only Chad, Sonny, and Tawni will actually be making appearances from time to time, I'm going to need some volunteers to be any future characters I might weave into this story. What I mean is, if you're willing to give me your name and a quick description of who you are, I might use that synopsis in this fic. You don't have to be truthful. Actually, you can make up whatever you like, including your name. Make up a character for me if you wish. I'm just sort of lazy, and don't want to bother with that myself. I'm sure a few of you won't mind...right? Heh.
*Note: I'm more prone to choosing characters from people who are thoughtful and don't just review this piece so that their "character/personality" will be chosen. If you're a decent reviewer and you also want to put input into this little note, than trust me when I say you'll be given my full consideration. Thank you so much!!!
-Pyro