Nico's POV
"Dude, I cannot not believe Miss Bitterman made us do this snake project or whatever," I said as Grady and I made our way to the prop house. He nodded in agreement. I twisted my hat around when it became itchy.
"But we're doing it right though, right?" Grady asked an alarm. Was he really taking this project seriously?
"Man, who cares? All we had to do was put the snake in a tank- cage thingy- put a camera up, and watch what it does over night when we gave it the food. Easy enough right? Right." I said, and the doors to the prop house were right down the hall. Grady considered my words, then shrugged.
"Yeah, and it doesn't really matter. She didn't make the project that clear. We can just blame it on her if she fails us." Gasp! Did he really just say that? That's my best friend right there, man.
I stopped and put a hand on his shoulder. "I have taught you well, young grasshopper." I laughed, and he joined in. Then we were at the doors.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" we screamed together. "CHOCOLATE COVERED NUT CLUSTERS!!!......wait......in the vents?" Grady looked at the note in Marshal's handwriting suspiciously.
"Dude! Who cares?!" Huh, maybe I didn't teach him that well. He hesitated a moment before dramatically ripping up the note and running towards the vents.
About 1 hour later
Grady and I had permanent frowns on our faces. Why would someone lie about something like that? Chocolate covered nut clusters were the bomb, and very serious business. It took us forever, looking for the right vents. But of course, I had to go in because Grady couldn't fit…yeah. I'm seriously claustrophobic though, but for the nut clusters- chocolate covered!- I'd die in a vent any day. So, for about an hour, I've been barely breathing in a vent, trying to get food for my best friend and I. And it wasn't even there. That's a sin I tell you, A SIN!!!
"I cannot believe this!" Grady complained. "whoever did this is really gonna get it." I just shook my head. People these days…
"Well since a certain someone got our hopes up and then crushed them into the ground," my voice got louder because of my anger, but I quickly calmed down. "Let's go get some real ones from Mack Falls, and then we can get Chad Dylan Pooper annoyed!"
"Brilliant plan, my friend. Brilliant."
About 30 minutes later
"Hey, HEY! Not the hat man, not the hat! Watch it!" I yelled at the security guard from "The Falls". I was pretty sure my face looked similar to Grady's: covered with chocolate from the nut clusters and – because we felt lucky- the chocolate fountain. Well, at least I got three good things out of this:
Some delicious chocolate covered nut clusters
Getting Chip Drama Pants annoyed for disturbing their shooting
And a glimpse at the supermodel you call Portlyn
But don't tell anyone I think Portlyn's H-A-W-T!! Ahem… yeah. You can't deny it,
man. She's on FFFYYYAAAA!! Well, fire, but you get the point.
"Come on dude, let's go back to the prop house and chill. I'm spent." Grady said, and I nodded in agreement.
As we made our way back to the prop house, I remembered we still had to do our project. Grady read my mind.
"Aaawww, we still gotta do the project, don't we? This sucks."
We reached the doors, and we both glared at the spot where the note had been. I pushed the doors open. Sonny was sitting on the couch, but when we came in, she stood up with a "hey" and walked off.
"Hello to you, too." I muttered as she walked off. She wasn't angry though, she actually looked kind of happy. Well, that's an understatement. She was grinning ear to ear and her face was flushed. Sony looked spent also, but jubilant. That's what I got from one glimpse of her.
"Okay, so we just gotta watch the video and write stuff down. Cool," Grady said sarcastically. I chuckled and grabbed the camera, hooking up all the chords and stuff so that it would play on the T.V and we weren't bumping our heads together trying to look at the little screen on the camera. I pressed power on the remote and changed to auxiliary. Technology these days, man.
I leaned back with a piece of paper and pen, ready to watch what had happened since last night through about two minutes ago. I wrote down a few things like it's moving around and this is boring. I attempted to peek at Grady's paper but he quickly turned his back on me to write his next note, peeking over his shoulder to make sure I wasn't trying to look. I sighed, fast forwarding after I jotted down a few notes. I skipped to two hours ago, and then I gasped. What the heck?!
"Woah, dude. Is that Sonny?!" Grady asked incredulously. I didn't respond, I just jumped off the couch to get a closer look at the screen.
There, on me and Grady's video camera, was Sonny Monroe singing and playing a guitar.
"Oh my GOSH! Dude, she's fantastic!" I screeched at Grady. His jaw was sitting on the floor and his eyes were so wide they would roll out of the sockets if he leaned forward a little. Sonny just made someone speechless! Geez, she gives me chills she's so good!
"Did you know she played guitar and sang? Like that!?" This time, Grady responded with his head, shaking it from side to side to say no.
No wonder Sonny was tired. She was jumping around looking like she was having the time of her life. And, she sounded amazing. AMAZING!!
I looked at the screen once more. Dang, Sonny Monroe is twice as good as I thought she was.
