S U M M E R W I T H T H E S T A R S – C H A P T E R 3
Here We Go Again?
Synopsis: The two hottest shows at Condor Studios are required to go to a dance together. When all goes wrong, Mr. Condor himself sends them on a trip in the Bahamas. Sounds perfect, huh? Well when people plot, lies are told, and people get hurt, it might just be bitter sweet.
Rating: T for language and romance, but nothing you can't handle.
Disclaimer: Hey guys. I just wanted to let you know that yesterday I flew to Burbank and bought SWAC. No. It's not gonna happen. I own nothing.
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Marshall's mouth dropped. "He isn't sweet to you? Don't think I'm not hooked up to the gossip. I know for a fact how heels over head in love that boy is for you. I specifically remember that sketch he guest starred on. You should've seen his face when he realized he was kissing the pig… Poor kid."
The limo pulled up to Sonny's apartment, and the driver rolled down the passenger/driver separator to tell her this.
Sonny groaned, "Oh well. I didn't see his face. And I never will, because I'm not going to some foreign country with him!"
And with that dramatic sentence, she snatched her clutch and ran out of her limo to her apartment.
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Sonny ran around her room the following day, throwing spare clothes and traveling necessities into her suitcase. Her mom watched from the door, amazed at her daughter's ability to make a spotless room a mess in the matter of minutes. The cleaning ladies had just come yesterday, and now they would be back tomorrow.
"Honey?" Her mom called out in the midst of her packing tangent.
"Huh?" Sonny mumbled, running across her bedroom once again, jumping over a large pile of unwanted clothes. Her foot was caught, causing her to slam into the foot of her bed. She groaned.
Her mother sighed, yearning for her daughter's complete attention.
"Sonny! I want to say goodbye! You'll be gone the entire summer. That's two months! And you know I spend my vacation time visiting your aunts and uncles in Wisconsin, so I won't be able to visit you. I'm going to miss you so much!" she cried onto her daughter's chest, for a hug had been initiated halfway through the conversation.
"I'll miss you so much too mom! I'll send letters and call you when time permits! Just...don't forget about me. That may seem like I'm being a cheese-puff, but really. If you don't see me for several weeks you may forget my daily habits, my voice...so please promise not to forget me."
Her mom nodded, "Never, Sonny. No one could ever forget you."
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Eight hours later, Sonny sunk deeper into her light blue checkered airplane seat, listening to the cocky actor in the seat ahead of her grumble in disgust. Her temper was already short, because security had taken forever. Tawni was pulled aside and interrogated, and after an hour they discovered that the detector had just gone off because of her earring studs.
"Who eats this?" He shuddered, flabbergasted at the grimy 'gourmet' pretzels that the airline attendant had brought for him.
He pinched the top of the bag, shaking it and putting his ear closer to it as if a monstrous growl would explode from the bag. Needless to say, it didn't.
He shivered again, distasted, and handed the bag to Grady, who eagerly sat next to the blond. No one had understood the chubby boy's ambition for sitting next to a Falls, but now if was practically crystal clear: for the food. Smart boy.
Chad then took out his iPod, scrolled through the playlists, and went to sleep. Minutes later he succumbed to the drowsiness, his head falling into the crack of the two seats so that his hair was there for Sonny to stare straight at.
His blond, luscious silky locks...heaven on a head, in summary.
She envied her friend: he sat peacefully next to Chad. No fighting, no glaring, only sharing, which is less common than both of the other two. She wanted to be sitting there, eating Chad's pretzels and watching as he angelically slept.
Sonny wondered what he dreamed of. Higher ratings, a TweenChoice award, a hot blonde girl, or even possibly her? Oh scratch that, he hated her now. There was no way he would dream of her.
Tawni, whom Sonny was paired with for the plane ride, suddenly turned to her.
"Thinking about him?" She asked quietly, as if she didn't want everyone to hear her voice for the first time in her life.
Sonny sighed, breathing out a "yes".
"I can't stop thinking about him, Tawni. You're the only one who understands. Our two casts may finally get over our relationship, but the media would have a wildfire and make it into something it's not. They'd say I was pregnant, or that Chad and I are cheating on each other… They'd tear us left and right until we didn't know which direction we're spinning in. They would ruin everything." She explained.
Tawni nodded sympathetically, offering her a small smile.
"I'm sure he'll understand eventually, Sonny. Chad… He's Chad. He's dramatic and he's cocky and he's probably just hung up because he doesn't know why you'd give up a chance to be with him just because of the paparazzi. I mean it doesn't makes sense: if you love him they way you say you do, the media wouldn't nearly affect you as much as you think."
Sonny shook her head. "Chad will care. His reputation is so important to him, and I wouldn't want to ruin the rest of his career just because of silly rumors the paparazzi contorted our words into."
"Maybe you don't know Chad as well as you think you do," Tawni reasoned, "He seems to love you so much, so I doubt his reputation would come before his real hopes and desires."
She rolled her eyes, "I know everything about Chad, Tawni. His mom's name, which is Carol, his favorite color, what he wanted to do with his life when he was younger… Everything. He wouldn't want this. He wouldn't want me. I know that for sure."
One thing she didn't know about him is that he wasn't asleep through the entire conversation. The entire time he was planning how to change her mind.
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The stars landed in the Bahamas and were driven off to their luxury beach mansion.
It had orange Spanish brick, a long gated driveway, fourteen bedrooms and a renovated basement that was every person's dream. The kitchen was humongous, with stainless steel appliances, an eating bar, and a soda fountain. And the living room – don't get me started; it has a 100 inch plasma TV, a pool table, and dark leather couches. It was the house that everyone longed for.
Tawni instantly flew up the stairs, eager to drop her things off in her temporary pink room.
Sonny followed soon after that, leaving the other cast mates to themselves downstairs in the kitchen.
Her room was plain blue, with modern-styled chrome furniture. The bed comforter was tie dyed, with matching pillows and throws. She dropped her suitcase down and plopped down on the bed, messing up the folded appearance sported beforehand.
She had no idea what to think of her 'Chad problem'. She didn't want to be friends but found it excruciatingly hard to be more.
All Sonny wanted was to be able to go back to the night of the party and make sure to be out of the room when Chad spun the bottle. That way none of this drama would have been started and she would have still been in America, living her normal everyday life.
She took note of the door connecting hers to another room on both sides. She could hear girlie music and blow-dryers running through the walls. It must be Tawni's.
"Hey Son," Tawni said, peeking through the door connecting their rooms together, "everyone's playing volleyball out on the court on the beach if you want to go out there with me. What do you say?" She asked.
"Um, sure. I need to get my mind off of my…problem. This will be good." Sonny agreed, getting up from the bed and joining Tawni in her room.
"Let me just change," Tawni told her, snatching a jumper off her chaise chair and walking into her closet. She came out seconds later, clad in her new outfit.
Sonny rolled her eyes, "You brought your quick changer?"
"Of course. I can't live without it," She explained, "Let's go."
The two girls walked down the staircase and out the back door, which led to a trail. It wasn't a long walk, maybe a minute or two, and soon they hear the loud talking out on the beach volleyball court.
They joined their volleyball team: the Randomites, which was against the Fallians. It was gonna get ugly.
Devon, a muscular unattractive jock, gently threw the ball in the air and spiked it across the net. It nearly flew down to the ground, only for Sonny to dive down and hit it back over again.
The process continued, the game basically held up by Sonny and Devon, as overcast clouds slowly filled the sky.
The first game ended, and Devon walked up to the net and charmingly smiled at Sonny. "You're pretty good, Sonny. You gave me a run for my money."
"I try," she said, keeping it short. She wasn't interested in Chad's costar by any means.
"Rematch?"
"Ehhh, why not. Bring it," she threatened, rounding up her team once again to go against the Fallians for a second trial.
An expected storm came to the beach, causing the competitive volleyball game rematch to come to an end. The stars gathered their stuff and ran off to the warm, dry beach house.
But Sonny was the last to leave. She loved watching storms, contrary to popular belief. Her name may as well be Rainy, but that would be even odder than Sonny.
She suddenly crashed into a body on the palm tree trail, her umbrella flying into the concrete ground and snapping, causing the rain to pour down on her.
An umbrella was soon cast over her head, as a hand helped her up. She looked up at the mystery man. Chad, surprise surprise.
"Hey," Chad smiled, slightly smiling down at the bubbly brunette before him, "watch where you're going, Monroe. You may have more over me than I openly admit, but that doesn't mean I'd let myself get hurt because you can't walk by someone without crashing into them."
Sonny blushed, "Sorry Chad...listen, about the other day........."
He cut her off, "Don't, Sonny. I don't need to hear you reitterate the rejection. I get it, you're not interested."
"Chad, I'm not rejecting you. You know I love you, and that's why I said no. I don't want to lose or hurt you due to a rumor that seems so real that you believe it." Sonny said, a tear running down her cheek.
He wiped it away with his thumb. "Sonny... It'll hurt me more being without you than it will seeing lies in the magazines." He smiled.
Sonny finally met his eyes, quickly regretting her action. The blue in his eyes was extra vibrant at the moment, glistening with unshed tears. She gazed into them, memorizing the thousands of blue splotches and green contours of his eyes. They seemed to sparkle even more in the rain. He eagerly gazed back, lovingly eye-hugging the chocolate truffles that he knew as her eyes.
Chad suddenly pulled back, his head down. "We can't, Sonny. The last time this happened you rejected me and I don't want to be led on. I'm sorry. Friends?"
Sonny's eyes faltered, sadness swarming in them.
"I guess… I'd rather be friends than nothing." She reasoned, a small grin showing on her face.
Chad blushed, "Can I hug you? You know…as a friend?"
"Of course," she smiled, wrapping her arms around his strong torso as he did the same to her.
The hug didn't last long, due to the whole friend barrier, and the two teens soon pulled apart and walked together into the mansion.
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Hey! I hope you liked it! Cause I really didn't, to be honest… The warning at the top may have been a tad misleading, because it didn't end up being as sappy as planned. Too much fluff really freaks me out if I'm writing it so it was a smidge turned down.
The next chappy shall be up in s week or two. Be patient my friends, exams are coming and I need to study as much as I can
Review and it may come earlier. I want 10. Haha. But seriously, guys, ten. Kay byebye(:
- S3r3ndipity
