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 4
Break Your Little Heart
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.
WARNING: the fluff monster has entered the building. If you're not a sap, prepare to skip various paragraphs. Sorry, hopeless romantic here :P
Thanks to Chloeand McKenzie for part of the idea for this chapter.
Thanks! And sorry for the long wait, guys. It really wasn't fair to you. But I had awful writer's block and right when I got ready to write it I got awful sun poisoning and was in bed for days…
So without further ado, here's the chapter (:
previously on S U M M E R W I T H T H E S T A R S:
"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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"Man there's so many times I don't know what I'm doing,
Like I don't know now."
- Rob Thomas, Her Diamonds
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Sonny sat on the pink linen bed, gazing down at the floor intently, as if she would like to cut through it with laser vision. But she didn't, she wanted to date Chad.
But she couldn't.
"Hey Son." Tawni said, skipping into the room with her hot pink cell-phone and two large shopping bags that must way a ton.
She sensed the brunette's depressed state. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, Tawni. I'm fine." Sonny sighed, tracing her fingers across the comforter's pattern.
"It's Chad, isn't it?" She accused, a hand placed gently on her hip.
Her foot was tapping almost silently. If Sonny wasn't micromanaging all movement at the time, the suspicious movement probably would have never caught her eye. She was busted.
"What?" Sonny asked, flabbergasted.
"Well… Ever since you guys kissed you've been different. Back at the studios you were that bubbly brown-haired girl that everyone loved. Now you're… Not. So I thought that maybe that kiss meant more to you than you'll openly admit. That maybe you really do like Chad, and it's not just an act." Tawni said.
Sonny was speechless. Sure, she assumed somebody from her cast would read the blunt signals eventually, but never did she guess it would be Tawni. Especially since her accusation was so on-target and smart-like.
"Um, maybe. Say I did have a small, teensy crush on Chad. You guys would crush me… No pun intended." She laughed. "My feelings wouldn't be put into account, the word 'traitor' would be stamped on my forehead and you guys would ship me to some uncharted island to sit and rot on llama poop."
Tawni laughed. Like seriously, Tawni laughed. A lot. She doubled over, clutching her stomach, as vicious giggles erupted from the blonde.
"Ohh, Sonny. Sonny, Sonny, Sonny… We all knew you like him. We've always known." She said, laughing.
"What?" The brunette demanded.
"Yeah, I know. You thought little Tawni was too occupied with señor mirror to pay any attention to Sonny Monroe's love life. But no, no she wasn't! Tawni Hart is a hawk! A hawk!" She yelled, 'flying' out of the room.
Sonny's brow creased. "Tawni?" She called.
"Yeah?" The blonde replied, walking back into the room like her 'flight' hadn't just occurred a moment ago.
"How do I get Chad to like me again? He just wants to be friends, and nothing more."
Tawni smiled, "Well, I do know a thing or two about guys… With my help you guys could be together by dinner."
Sonny grinned her Sonny grin, hugging the blonde fondly.
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"Everyone must be seated in five minutes for the start of the competition!" Mr. Condor yelled to the crowd, his voice extremely loud over the expensive microphone system. Everyone cringed, gripping their ears as if they would fall off.
"Hi Chad." Sonny greeted, giving him a small wave as she walked over.
"What's up…friend?" He awkwardly asked, leaning against a palm tree behind him.
"Hey, don't go make it awkward. You know I like you and I know you like me."
"About that…" Chad mumbled, his shoe tracing circles in the sand.
Sonny frowned, "What, you changed your mind? What did you mean, Chad?"
"I don't… Want to be tied down to a relationship that'll never happen. In case you haven't come to this conclusion, being the unintelligent Random that you are, I'm implying that you and I are that failed relationship."
"I was about to tell you–" Sonny began.
"Shhhh. Save your breath. You'll need it for the eating contest, so don't waste it on empty promises." Chad sneered, brushing past her, taking a seat at the competition table.
Sonny sighed, gathering herself together and taking a seat further down the table. She looked over to see him staring at her. She quickly averted her gaze to her cast mates, laughing at a joke Grady cracked up like the others, even though it wasn't funny.
The other Mackenzie Falls stars slowly filed in one after one, taking a seat and putting on their paper bibs. No one wore the designer clothes that graced their bodies on a regular basis – well, except for Tawni and Portlyn.
"Alright everyone, be quiet!" Mr. Condor roared over the speakers, nearly shattering everybody's eardrums.
They all instantly shut their mouths; not daring to see what would happen if they didn't. The boss smirked, handing the microphone to Marshall.
"The first round will be eating watermelon. Fifteen slices are stacked on the plate in front of you, and during the thirty-second time slot we give you, you'll need to eat as many as you can. I will alert you when the time is up. No cheating, and good luck!" Marshall announced.
"You may pick up the first slice. Begin at the sound of the whistle." He said.
The whistle sounded, and the eager casts shoved the first slice in their mouths, swallowing as fast as they could to beat their opponents.
Almost instantly a Tawni scream was heard, and she reached out for a napkin to wipe off the watermelon juice form her new expensive white dress she had bought for the trip. Portlyn nearly mirrored her, dabbing her sequined tank top free of the watermelon seeds with a frown.
Ten.
There was an average of seven slices left on each plate of the determined competitors. Tired groans were heard, and Mr. Condor and Marshall chuckled to themselves at the teens' agony.
Five.
Hands quickly reached out for the next piece, the other hand used to steady the slice being eaten. The chewed piece was then thrown to the table, half of it still remaining. But so many pieces were scattered that it didn't even matter at this point – one piece could be Billy Bob's and the other could be Susan's…or maybe Anne's. Who knows?
Two.
Grady shoved his last piece down his throat, gasping for air after swallowing. He threw his hands up in victory, his smile filled with black seeds and leftover watermelon. Dontcha just want to give him a kiss?
Zero.
"Aaaand, stop!" Marshall yelled, blowing his whistle to signal the end of the race. Various people groaned, counting the remaining slices with their fingers.
"Okay, end of round one. Everyone count up your remaining slices and write it on the yellow pad of paper next to your plate. There should be pens in the center of your table."
The casts scribbled down their numbers, whispering their scores among themselves. Several 'geeze!', 'beat ya!', and 'darn!'s were heard circulation around the table, which happened to be circular as well. Heheh.
Marshall walked around the table excitedly, waiting for them to finish the job.
"Done?" He asked, his eyebrows lifting along with his spirits.
They all nodded in unison, mumbling in agreement.
"Alright," He laughed, "let's begin." He continued walking around the stars, now writing down all of their scores on his own pad of paper. He then circled the top four.
He handed the finished list to Mr. Condor, who also snatched the microphone from the man.
"In fourth place, we have Ms. Sonny Monroe. Congrats." He smiled, genuinely happy for the girl who put smiles on everyone's face. Everyone applauded, and Sonny grinned happily, thanking them all.
"In third place… Chad." He sneered, followed by several scoffs throughout the teens.
The heartthrob simply smirked, content with his place. Though only he and Sonny knew that the rude smirk was aimed right at her, plotted to give her regrets for her previous actions that week.
Sonny's smile was instantly wiped off her face. Did Chad have to beat her in everything? Was he right, did she never come up to par? Was she as much as a failure as he made her feel like?
"In second place we have Devon, with two slices left. Good job!" The man cheered, various people clapping for the unpopular runner-up.
"And in first place, we have Mr. Mitchell! Your chubby ways have finally paid back! All those months of stuffing your face are now worth it. Congrats, man!" Mr. Condor announced. The So Random! cast cheered loudly, fist pumping in the air for their very first victory against the Falls.
Chad calmed down the crowd, insisting that they all listen to his important announcement at once.
"I would like to inform you all that Grady cheated! He threw his uneaten slices around the table to make it seem like he had none left. Devon is the true winner, making Mack Falls the crowned cast!" He yelled, receiving angry gasps from the opposing casts.
Chad's cast looked up at him in confusion, but didn't dare to challenge his accusation.
Sonny was the first to stand up in defense for her friend. "No he didn't, Chad! I'm sure it's on tape." She declared, looking over to the adults for clarification. They nodded, pointing at the video camera aimed at the competition. She smirked in victory.
"Just admit it – you're so jealous of our victory that you had to incriminate Grady to make it seem like your cast really won. And they didn't! How could you do that to us?" She demanded, offended that Chad would turn around and make a fool out of her now that they were just friends.
"Yeah right, Monroe. You guys are all just dumb Randoms, you could never really beat us without cheating."
"That's not true, Chad! We won fair-and-square and you know it!" She screamed.
"Oh shut up, Sonny, no one wants to hear it. It's not my fault you feel the need to lie to protect your lame cast mates." Chad challenged, his own cast gulping and sending apologetic glances to Grady and the others, who were closely watching the couple argue before them.
"Lame cast mates? These people are my friends! And I thought you were, too, but I guess not." She said, pushing her chair in and speed-walking to the beach house, wiping the fallen tears from her eyes.
Chad just stood their, awestruck that Sonny would actually take the blow that bad. They always fought like this – what was the difference this time?
"What did you DO?" Grady voice thundered, his angry eyes furiously glaring at Chad. "Never mind claiming I cheated, but they you went and made Sonny cry. Do you know what it takes to make her cry, dude? A lot. It takes a lot to make Sonny cry. But somehow you seemed to accomplish it. Tawni, c'mon, go talk to Sonny. Competition over." He said hatefully.
"Way to go Chad," Tawni mumbled, knocking roughly into his shoulder as she passed, her messy dress a forgotten matter.
The So Random! cast quickly evacuated, rushing to go check up on Sonny, leaving the Mackenzie Falls cast with the angry Marshall and Mr. Condor.
"Chad," Mr. Condor began warily.
"I know." The blonde mumbled remorsefully, visibly ashamed of his actions. His gaze was focused on his watermelon, his heart ready to collapse from overdrive.
Mr. Condor sighed, dropping the subject.
"So… I think it's fair to say you guys forfeited." Marshall sighed, walking with Mr. Condor back to the beach house.
The cast sat in silence – not from sadness, but out of fear. They didn't feel like testing Chad's current boundaries.
"You really messed up this time, C." Portlyn said, sitting down in the empty seat next to Chad.
Chad scoffed, playing it off as no big deal.
"You made her cry. You made Sonshine Monroe cry."
Hiya! So it's 2 in the morning. And I'm tired, so sorry if the chapter sucks a little bit. Again, sorry for the wait. Please review and tell me any ideas you have! Please don't just be like 'channy!'. That doesn't help me much. Haha.
P.S. Check out my other multichapter – The Only Exception! I also have a new one coming out sometime soon called Last People on Earth, about, well, it's sort of self explanatory. Kay bye (:
Channy will be here soon, I swear. There's still four or five more chapters left, so it'll be here sooner or later! I wanted to turn the tables a bit: Sonny has been trying to win back Chad for the past few chapters, and now it's up to him to mend their relationship.
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- S3r3ndipity
