Disclaimer: I own nothing affiliated with Sonny With A Chance.
A/N: Thanks to Admiral Lily I was able to get off my lazy ass and write this chapter. I was incredibly happy to get back into this, you guys. I know that you guys like it (and...to a certain degree...even I like it), so I'm hoping that this chapter brings another smile to your lovely faces. And...I've got something important to say to those of you who are favoriting, but not reviewing. I don't expect "alerters" to review, because they are simply seeing where the story is going. They don't necessarily have anything to say. But for those of you who favorite but don't tell me why...I'm not mad, per se. I'm just kind of...iffy. Let's be honest here. It does not feel good to open your email and find that someone took two seconds out of their lives to favorite, but couldn't spare another ten to write a single line as to why they did so.
I don't know if I'm a selfish bitch for saying that, and I'm sorry, truly, if you guys think of me differently for saying what I just did, but...I think it had to be said. Not just for me, but for other authors. If you favorite, you better review. Favoriting means you liked it. Can you spare ten seconds of your life to say why?
I think you can.
But for now...enjoy. ;)
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pyrolyn-776 Presents
The ninth installment of Somewhere Only We Know
A ChadSon fic
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"Alright. 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."
"What! Where?" Sonny turned around immediately and scanned for this 'chick' that Chad had pointed out. She hated these types. These...Sherona types. They were always out for some scoop, some story, that simply didn't exist. They took their actual words and twisted them into Hollywood's next scandal. Sonny, for one, did not appreciate it.
"There." Chad pointed a dull hand towards Amanda, not caring that the reporter was still frantically writing. He was used to this kind of crap, dealing with it. He'd been exploited not for who he was, but for the types of characters he was casted as. Typically, most reporters weren't too far off on the truth when it came to Cooper, but he was like Shrek. He had layers.
"What are you doing?" Sonny questioned harshly. She got up out of her seat and stood angrily next to Amanda. She got a good, long glance at the writing and almost instantly her eyes were blazing with fury. "In love? Love? Who are you?"
Amanda froze. "Oh, crap," she mumbled to herself. She regained her composure quickly, because it was part of the job description. She wasn't allowed to screw up. One screw up and she'd be out. She'd be getting lattes for Fern for the rest of her sad, miserable life.
"Are you writing a story about us?" Sonny continued to question. "What, are we the next Zanessa or something?"
"Actually, you're the next Niley," Amanda cracked, her sparkly eyes twinkling with clever amusement.
Sonny's lips twitched in aggravation. "Funny."
Amanda went to get up, but was stopped when someone else appeared on her left side. She was blocked by Sonny and Chad. Both stars had their arms crossed and they were not happy.
Obviously.
"Alright, I can see why you're a little mad. I - "
"A little?" Sonny cried furiously. She would have continued had Chad not grabbed her wrist firmly to silence her. She sent a look towards him, a glare, and rolled her eyes. "Fine. Let her write the damn lie. Like we could ever be in love. Sonny Munroe and Chad Dylan Cooper? Pigs will fly before the day comes. Little green men will fly down and be all 'take us to your leader' before we fall in love. The world will spontaneously combust before - "
"We get it!" Chad was surprisingly loud. Violent. Angry. And was that a hint of hurt that Sonny had heard?
He growled in a such a way that Sonny's heartbeat actually sped up. She was actually afraid of this - this unfamiliar Chad. He was wild. His composure was thrown carelessly to the side. He was livid. But at her? At this reporter person? At the story?
"God damn it, Munroe." His voice was uncharacteristically low and it was frightening to see him like this. His fingers twitched by his thigh and she found herself only watching these fingers, watching as his fists clenched and unclenched, watching as he went through the motions of pissed and hurt and emotionally drained.
"Chad," she tried. "What. I. Are you okay?" Her voice was tenative, soft, calculating and cautious.
He threw his hands up and laughed mockingly. "Am I okay? You want to know if I'm okay? What do you think, Sonny? I've poored my heart out to you again and again! You know that I like you and you don't - you don't care." His voice had been rising, booming loudly, until he settled down on his last three words. "I like you," he said, looking at her with desperate eyes.
"I." She choked on words she couldn't speak. She couldn't return the feelings. Not for this Chad. Not here. Not for this reporter to simply...report.
"Right. I get it." His eyes glazed over and for a second she thought he might actually cry. "Sonny Munroe and Chad Dylan Cooper?" His voice was monotone. "Pigs will fly. The world will spontaneously combust. Sonny Munroe and Chad Dylan Cooper are fucking impossible." He glanced miserably to Amanda. "How's that for a story?"
And then, with one last look to his leading lady, he left. The entire coffee shop was speechless. No one could make a move. No one could believe they'd just witnessed a Chad/Sonny showdown. And no one was quite sure what would happen within the next twenty-four hours. A story? Multiple stories? A public apology? A reconcilation? And what of that of their movie?
Sonny sat down, directly across from Amanda. She laid her head down gently on the glass table. And then she cried silently, letting the tears flow without so much as a whimper or a sob. She realized in that moment, to herself and with twenty-two strangers, what it really, truly felt like to be heartbroken.
As if someone had literally stuck a knife in her heart and twisted it around, all the while laughing in her face.
As if someone had tore into her skin and taken everything and left nothing but an empty shell.
As if someone had stripped her of her dignity, of everything that made her Sonny Munroe.
"Why couldn't I have just said something? Just three words," she mumbled to herself. "Just three little words."
Amanda sighed. She worked for a gossip magazine. It thrived off of girls like this. It ate girls like this for breakfast, and savored on every last emotional tear until there was nothing left to do but forget about the damage caused. But Amanda had never really given any of them a second thought. She'd never placed herself in their shoes or imagined what it felt like to be completely and totally lost. For these Hollywood kids, their heartbreak and misery was sold for two dollars and ninety-nine cents every three weeks, courtesy of reporters like Amanda.
"I'm sorry." The words didn't sound apologetic, but forced or awkward. Both. "I - I'm really sorry."
Sonny shifted slightly. Nodded. "It doesn't matter. It doesn't change anything."
Amanda bit her top lip and put her pen into her pocket.
"I know."
"You look like hell."
Sonny laughed bitterly and threw herself onto the sofa. "Thanks, Liz."
"Have you been crying?" her room-mate asked gently, kneeling down beside her. "Did something...happen between you and Will?"
"No. We broke up."
Elizabeth blinked. "You did?"
"Yup. I broke up with him, because he's too perfect. I'm not with Chad, because he's too much of a disaster. But you know what, Liz? Too perfect. Too disastrous. Maybe the real root of the problem is me. Maybe I'm the one with the problem."
"No, Sonny. Don't do that to yourself."
"Why not?" she mumbled sadly. "I broke up with a great guy. Not that we were really together again. It was...weird and awkward and nothing was ever going to happen. God! Why didn't I say those three stupid, little words?"
"What words?"
Sonny sat up and brushed back her hair, sliding her converse off of her feet afterwards. "Nothing. I'm just...nothing."
Elizabeth looked to Sonny in worry, but wasn't sure that it was her place to say anything. "I made cookies. Want one?"
"Chocolate chip?"
"Always."
"Then, sure. My mom always said chocolate chip cookies were the solution to everything."
"Smart woman."
"I just hope they're enough for this."
Elizabeth and Sonny headed for the kitchen, and when they both had cookies in hand, Elizabeth looked into the shorter girl's eyes and said, "I'm going to tell you something my mother once told me when I was younger. She told me that in every girl's life there will always be one great love, and one unforgettable heartache. The trouble, Sonny, is that most of the time, they're one in the same."
"You think that Chad's my one great love and unforgettable heartache?"
"Oh, I don't know. But girls don't come home looking the way you did for no reason." Elizabeth handed her another cookie. "I mean, do you like him back?"
The girl nibbled on the cookie and said nothing.
But she didn't have to say a word.
Her silence said everything.
"Well. You've got to decide what you're going to do, Sonny. You leave him hanging for too long and his heart will heal."
She leaned forward.
"Will yours?"
A/N: Kind of short, but I'm going to try to update again tomorrow. Hopefully. Oh, fine. Knowing Pyro it'll take more than a night to get another SOWK update up. I'm sorry guys! You just can't crack a habit like mine! Until then, though...how about some Melanie/Oliver lines to hold you over? ;)
Oliver: Don't forget me, Mel.
Melanie: Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you don't know, Ollie. It's impossible. I love you.
Oliver: Stop it.
Melanie: Ollie...
Oliver: Just stop it, Mel. I have to go, now.
Melanie: I just wish...
Oliver: If you love me you'll let me go.
Melanie: If you love me you won't make me do that.
Oliver: Melanie, I...
Melanie: Kiss me, Oliver. Kiss me now because this will be the last time I let you. If I have to say goodbye, if I have to cry a thousand tears before I can start seeing more than just the past, then I'm going to get over you. I'm going to get over you so that I never have to do this again. If this is going to be the hardest part, then kiss me now, Ollie. Kiss me...
Oliver: Okay, Mel. Because I love you.
Melanie: Mmm. I wish you would hurt me. I wish you would break my jaw. Or my spine. Or my arm. Something...you can put a band-aid on your finger, Ollie, but you can't put one on your heart.
Oliver: I love you, Mel. I will always love you. But that's just not enough, is it? I guess you were right. It's never enough.
Melanie: Why is it that the person I love the most is hurting me more than I've ever hurt in my life?
Oliver: Because I love you, because I'm going to miss you little. A little too much, a little too often, a little more every single day.
Melanie: ...goodbye, Ollie.
Oliver: Goodbye, Mel. I'll love you until I die. Until the world stop spinning. Until I can no longer love. Live your life, Mel. Live it with someone who will adore you, who will love and protect you in all the ways I would. You deserve that much.