Disclaimer: I own nothing affiliated with Sonny With A Chance.
A/N: Well, well. You see, I've finally, finally gotten my story count (the 'to-be-updated' ones) from fourteen down to five. And that, kids, is pretty damn exciting. But then I came to the realization that I thrive best when I'm not focusing on just one story. I have to write for a few at the same time. I don't know why. But it keeps the writing juices circulating nicely. Anyhow, huge shout-out to the kiddies who reviewed this piece of fiction because it was incredibly flattering. Thank you all so much. And here it is!
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pyrolyn-776 Presents
The eight installment of Somewhere Only We Know
A ChadSon fic
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The blond in front of her looked the way she was sure the rest of teenage America saw him: soft, beautifully cut blond hair. Eyes that captivated with just a quick glance. He was tall - not freakishly tall, like some guys she had known, but he stood at a comfortable height. She realized right then just how incredibly gorgeous Chad Dylan Cooper really was.
"So. Let's talk."
She blinked and his voice, soft, smooth like velvet, pulled her away from her thoughts. She nodded and folded her hands into her pockets, before walking into the high-class, A-list coffee shop with her leading male co-star.
It took a few moments for the pair to find a table secluded enough to have the talk they needed, but eventually they were pulling back chairs, taking seats, all the while an uncomfortable silence swept over them. It was almost too awkward to say anything at all.
"Chad..." she started, avoiding eye contact with him. "I think I owe you an apology."
"For what?" he immediately asked her, just barely stopping himself from reaching over and taking her hand in his. "I don't get it," he continued. "What do you need to be sorry for?"
"Will and I aren't getting back together," she said robotically, a matter-of-fact statement that slipped off her tongue without any emotion at all.
She thought back to the phone conversation she had had with Will not more that three hours ago, a phone conversation that she didn't realize she needed to make until her script recitation with Chad.
"Hey, it's me. We should talk." The words came out slowly from Munroe, because a part of her didn't want to say them. But the larger part of her knew that she needed to. Will and her were long over. There was nothing left of them, nothing to do but go in circles.
"Hey, Sonny!" came his enthusiastic response. "What's up?"
She bit her lip and took a deep breath. "Look, Will, I know that we've been getting closer lately and y'know, if reality was a fairytale I probably wouldn't be having this conversation with you."
"I don't understand."
"Will...I don't want to get back together."
There was an awkward pause at that point, and for a second Sonny had the chilling feeling that perhaps he had hung up on her.
"Oh."
All he said was 'Oh'. Nothing more, nothing less. It intensified the awkward-ness of the phone call exponentially and all Sonny could do was tell herself that in a few seconds it would all be over.
"It's not you, it's -
"Don't, Sonny. I said that last time and...I guess I finally understand how much it sucks to hear those words."
"Will, I'm real sorry. I just...I didn't know what I wanted, even when I saw you. If anything you just kind of jumbled my emotions up more."
"So, what do you want?"
She sighed and that eerie feeling in her stomach returned. "The thing is...I still don't know."
"Well, if you know that you don't want to get back together, then I think it's apparent that you do know, Sonny. The real question is, what are you going to do about it?"
She stopped breathing for a second before biting down on her lip hard. "I - bye Will."
It was another moment before, "Bye Sonny."
"You're not," Chad deadpanned. He licked his lips, something that Sonny watched carefully, as he leaned his elbows down on the table. He whispered to her, "And what brought this on?"
"I - I just. I realized that I couldn't be with Will again. We're different people. And. After what you said," she looked away from his excruciating gaze, to make the confession easier. "I just realized that it was selfish of me to rub my...whatever in your face. I don't know why I did it. I just...I think a part of me got some kind of satisfaction in seeing you so disoriented. You've been kind of a jerk for as long as I've known you, Chad. It felt...good to have the upper hand."
Chad glanced past Sonny, squinting his eyes. For a moment Sonny thought he hadn't even paid attention to a word she'd said. "Chad," she started.
"Alright," he said, cutting her off directly. "I don't mean to freak you out, but there's some chick behind you paying real close attention to every word we've been saying."
Amanda, with dark shades covering her eyes, had intently watched as Sonny Munroe and Chad Dylan Cooper walked into the coffee shop she frequently occupied. Her eyes had widened behind the frames, as she hadn't expected to run into her assignment without even trying. Well, isn't this tricky, she thought to herself.
Excited, she watched in what she hoped was discreet fashion as the pair took the table right next to her own. The woman very nearly peed herself in glee when she realized that only a foot away sat her story. All I've got to do is listen, she told herself.
And that's precisely what she did. She heard the words "not getting back together" and "I owe you an apology" thrown out. Instantly she knew there was a scandal just waiting to be exploited. She hastily wrote down every word spoken...maybe fabricating a few details along the way...and with her new camera phone (thrown carelessly at her courtesy of Fern) she was able to snap a couple of photos.
Somewhere Only We Know's Chad Dylan Cooper and Sonny Munroe...in Love? She wrote the headline down carefully, knowing for certain (for once in her career) that Fern would be extremely happy with her.
She smiled, sipping her lukewarm coffee happily. Nothing can go wrong now, she told herself gleefully.
That is until she heard Chad Dylan Cooper's final statement.
Then there were only two words floating around her reporter-like brain: Oh. Crap.
A/N: Soooo...you might call this a cliffhanger. But I prefer the term loose end. Heh. Review, please. I'll try to respond and jump on the next chapter. ;)