Sonny with a Chance of an Epic Story

Chapter TWO "Channy"

CDC POV

I was tired.

This was a constant reoccurring dream of mine, with minor variations every night; for example, one night we would be star-gazing, and the next we would be on a cruise line, watching the sun sink into the ocean waves. Yet one thing was a constant for each dream: my attempt to fulfill my promise to myself (to kiss Sonny Munroe and thereby to prove my undying love for her) always resulted in failure.

I finally decided that the time for beauty sleep was over. I sat up in bed and rubbed at my eyes, rubbing out any of the Sandman's sand (or so my little sister calls it) that dared to defile my gorgeous sapphire blue eyes.

Reaching for my monogrammed towel and robe, I shuffled towards the bathroom that connected to my set bedroom. In an attempt to raise productivity during the week, IMA Studios decided to have all cast members to spend each week at the studio and let them go home on weekends. They built everyone special bedrooms connected to their dressing rooms.

For the most part, I have usually opted to stay here during the weekends. It's not like my parents ignore me, because, come on, who could ignore Chad Dylan Cooper? It's really because my mom throws these stupid dinner parties where she brags, "Oh, look, I gave birth to an Academy-award winner! How special am I?" Oh yeah? Where's your Emmy, Mom? 'Cuz I don't see one.

As I began to get ready for the day, my mind couldn't help but wander back to the subject of Sonny.

"Stop, Chad!!!!" I thought. "Don't think about her! You're dating Portlyn, remember?"

My heart deflated. I had almost forgotten the publicity stunt my producer had arranged about a month ago. According to the studio lawyers, having two big stars from the same show start dating was a huge popularity booster, just like "Zannesa".

But our names didn't even go together! For example:

Chadport

Chortlyn

Chartlyn

Chadlyn

But the absolute worst one is the one that Tween Weekly started to use: "Pad". First off, that is just so weird sounding! And secondly, why is her name first? Everyone knows that the better, hotter, and more popular star goes first, unless they both suck, which explains Zannesa.

My mind began to wander again, thinking of all of the actually good-sounding celebrity names that combined "Chad" and "Sonny".

Sad (um no)

Chaddy

Chonny

Or my favorite: Channy

There was an equal amount of letters from each of our names, I went first, and it sounded so nice…it was absolutely…perfect. I guess that word has more than three definitions after all…

My content daydreams were interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

"Chad, sweetie, are you ready to go to breakfast?"

Ugh. Portlyn.

"Yeah, I'll be right there"

"Okay, darling, I'll be waiting in the commissary," I heard her blow me a kiss through the door and skip off. Obviously, she was taking our little fake relationship too far. It was revolting enough that we had to make goo-goo eyes at each other in front of a camera, let alone when no one was watching. I wasn't kidding when I suggested that she disappear in a mysterious ballooning accident. Unfortunately, Portlyn's character was in the middle of a big lawsuit against her cousin's boyfriend's ex-wife's mother's nephew's niece, so mysteriously disappearing was out of the question. But I could still hope…

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"Hey, Chad, are you okay?"

I jumped in my seat. My co-star, John, Jim, whatever, had his hand on my shoulder. I realized that I had fallen asleep at the table for about the third time that morning.

"What? Oh yeah, I'm just tired. I'm going to go grab some water or something"

I stood up from my chair and walked over to the cafeteria line. I was about five feet away when I heard a squeal and felt cold ice water collide with my head. Amidst my confusion of what just happened, I heard someone apologizing at my feet.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I tripped and I fell and-"

I looked down and saw Sonny scrambling on the ground, trying to pick up a tray and several plastic cups, which I assume once held the water that now soaked my blazer and hair.

"Why don't watch where you walk, Munroe?!?!"

Sonny slowly looked up, her face burning crimson. It looked nice with her outfit. Stop thinking that!!

"Look, Cooper, I said I was sorry and I'm trying to fix it. The very least you could do is move your big fat ego out of the way while I try to clean this up!"

Even though these were words I heard on a daily basis, they still hurt. Why couldn't she like me like I liked her?

"Well maybe I will!" I shouted.

"Fine!" she shouted back.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

I marched out of the commissary towards my dressing room. Every minute that I didn't talk to her, I felt empty and alone, so I whipped out my phone and dialed her number.

"Hello?" her upset voice asked.

"Fine!" I shouted and hung up.

Questions began to swim around my head:

Why did we always have to fight?

Why couldn't I stop being such a jerk?

Why couldn't I stop hating her in person and why did I have to love her in secret?