Okay, I don't really know if I'm doing this right, but this is my author's note thingymajig! This is my first story, and I'm not sure exactly how this site works, so I hope my story is actually up on the site! Lol, but I think this is how everyone does it? Not sure. But I'm sorry if I sound like an idiot right now. ;p
I see a whole bunch of people do this, so I'm gunna try:
Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny With a Chance. If I did, there would be waaay more Channy!
So, here's my chapter 7, hope you like it!
Sonny's POV
Moo! Moo! The sound of my alarm made me open my eyes. I sighed, sitting up and stretching out my arms. I looked around aimlessly when suddenly a sharp jolt of unease pierced my stomach.
Today is the day.
My breathing became panting, and sweat came to my forehead. My head was spinning with the rush of emotions coursing through me, and since it was about 5:30, it made me exhausted. I collapsed on my bed again, my head on my comfy pillow. I stared at the ceiling, but then I knew laying here wasn't going to save my show.
That in mind, I sprung up from my bed. I was lightheaded, and my heart was crashing terribly loud in my chest. I tried to get up again, this time very slowly, cautiously. It worked, nothing was wrong with my body. Whew!
When I put my feet on the floor to put my feet up, I realized I was shaking violently. Okay, Sonny, you need to calm down. Okay....okay. I nodded in encouragement to myself and stood up, trying to erase any type of shaking from my body and becoming calm. focused on relaxing different types of my body, and soon I was fine. I took baby steps down stairs, trying my hardest to just think of the patterns on the carpet. I was eating first because Tawni wanted to give me a makeover. I began to hyperventilate again, but this time I was just scared of what I would look like when- of if- I left this house. I looked in the cupboard, and thought. It was 5:45 now, and I would not want to be hungry at the show. But maybe I could just have a big lunch? That stuff's slop though! Ugh. I'd just go out later. Besides, I wasn't technically in the mood to make a bigger breakfast than maybe a bowl of cereal.
I grabbed the frosted flakes and poured it in a bowl along with the milk. I ate slowly, taking in each bite with care. Tawni was going to be here at 5:55 because she wanted more than an hour to make me completely beautiful. Well, she just said beautiful, but then added that I wouldn't be as beautiful as her. I smiled. Sometimes she's worse than Chad.
Chad. I wonder if he knew about this. About me...you know. Should I tell him? I wasn't sure if I could still trust him though. I remember going down to his dressing room and screaming at him so loudly about something stupid my voice cracked. I was worried then, and ran out, not wanting to damage my voice before the show and letting everyone down. I got nervous again at the thought of tonight, and I dropped my spoon with a loud clank. It brought me out of my phase., and I shook my head at myself and put my bowl in the sink.
I was just about to sit on the couch and watch some T.V until my makeover, when suddenly:
"SONNY MONROE!! I GOTTA LOT OF WORK TO DO, SO YOU BETTER OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!!" Tawni screamed at me through the door. Her fist was pounding on the door so hard it was shaking my whole house. I rolled my eyes and opened the door slowly. She didn't even give me a chance to speak before she grabbed my arm and dragged me upstairs. I was pretty sure I tripped over them a few times on our way up, but Tawni was gripping me so tightly that she probably didn't even notice.
She pushed me down in the chair in front of my biggest mirror and slid her pink, sparkly purse off her shoulder. It looked 10 pounds, an the ends were jagged with whatever was inside. Oh, no.
Tawni poured out every single bit of make up she had out of her purse and started organizing immediately. There was cover up, blushes, eye shadows, eyeliners, mascaras, eyebrow pluckers- I furrowed my eyebrows at the thought of impatient Tawni ripping my eyebrows off- and many more cosmetic items. I gaped at them and her hands moving so quickly in front of me they were a blur. Probably only because it was 5:50, though. Besides, was there really that much to work with?
Tawni, looked at me wondering where to start.
"Um, Tawni?" I began, worried. "I really don't think there's that much to work with." She sighed, looking at me as though she was debating something in her head.
"Well since your doing this for me, I guess I can do this for you." Tawni took a deep breath before she continued. "Sonny Monroe, you are a very beautiful young lady who I love and despise at the same time. All this make up isn't needed, it's just to bring out the best in you, and I plan to do just that. You are so pretty, ask anyone. And don't ever, ever, say that you aren't." She smiled at me, and I gaped.
"Thanks, Tawni. I'm glad you said that."
"Don't doubt yourself, Sonny. Your awesome and talented in so many ways, and I know exactly who you could ask to confirm you are beautiful."
"And who is that?" I asked, curious.
"Chaaad," she sing- songed. I shook my head.
"Chad Dylan Cooper does not think I'm beautiful. No way."
"Alright, Sonny." Tawni shrugged, not caring. "But just remember, I have my sources."
"Sure, Tawni. Just make me look good." I concluded the discussion.
"No."
I looked at her questioningly, but she was smirking.
"No, I'm going to make you hawt!"
I laughed as Tawni took off her jacket and messed with my hair, thinking. I was a little nervous, but I was glad that I was with my best friend. Lucy was neck and neck, but that was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. And from Tawni Hart? I didn't think I'd see the day.
2 hours later
"Sonny, I'm finished." Tawni said, poking me awake.
Oh, no. Were we late?
"What time is it?" My voice was thick from sleep.
"It's only 7:20, relax. Now I have to do your hair, too. I'm only done with makeup, picking out your outfit, and me eating breakfast! Yay! Now, should I curl your hair again, or make it dead straight?" Woah, she was asking for my opinion? She must really be grateful toward me.
"Straight, definitely." I told her confidently.
"Yeah, you're right. Definitely." Tawni put her head next to mine toward the mirror, pulling my hair down to see how long it really was, like a hair cutter person. What do you call them again? Oh right. Stylists. Duh! (A/N That's really dumb, I know. But I really couldn't remember what they were called for a minute there! Lol :p)
Tawni grabbed a straightener from my bathroom and started to run it down my head. I closed my eyes, hoping not to faint because of the heat and how early it was.
Soon enough, my hair was dead straight, and really long. Geez, I need another hair cut.
"Okay, how's that?" She smiled, and I was surprised at how humble she was being.
"It's fabulous! Thank you so much Tawni!" I pulled her into a huge hug.
"No problem. Okay, so I have your outfit ready, and don't worry, it's not inappropriate or anything."
I looked at the outfit laid on the bed, a little panicked despite Tawni's reassurance. Oh, she had bought me one.
I didn't argue though, knowing that would get me in trouble. But I advanced it, watching it longingly. It was awesome!
"Like it?"
"Yeah." I breathed.
