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Chapter 6
It just isn't possible. I sigh, swinging my legs that dangle off the couch. I had sat down about a half hour ago, hoping to straighten things out in my mind. No such luck, to my dismay. All I could think of was the obvious option. In aggravation, I stand up, angry about the outcome. I can't let it happen again, I tell myself. I groan, running my fingers through my long black hair. Leaving my right hand to comb my hair, I let the other grasp the cold metallic pendant around my neck.
"Sonny, are you okay?" someone calls from the door. I look up to see Tawni entering our dressing room, her expression almost passing for concern. Another sigh escapes and I walk over to her slowly.
"Yeah, Tawni. Everything's fine, thanks," I lie through my teeth. She gives me another worried look, but leaves, hoping this is the kind of moment where I'm best left alone. The door shuts loudly, and I sit down at my dresser. I bring my hands down from my necklace and tilt my head down, wondering. Then there is this moment. This strange moment that only happens once or twice in a lifetime. This is the moment where I know what to do. And I can't stop my legs from carrying me to Chad's dressing room.
I ask myself under my breath if I even know where his dressing room is. But my legs continue with a mind of their own, taking me past the set of Mackenzie Falls and past the quiet lounge. I finally stop at an unfamiliar door with "Chad Dylan Cooper" written in large golden letters, in case anyone ever forgets whom the star is. My hands shake a bit with anxiety, but I manage to reach out and grasp the handle, turning it in my wet palms. I open the suddenly heavy black door; I find the room is empty. Without thinking, I decide in a moment that I would like to sit down and wait for him to come.
So I find myself dodging all the fancy equipment he has in the room, including such random things as a chicken roaster to a large, black massage chair. I sit on a slick leather couch, my eyes wandering the walls, seeing most of the frames filled with pictures of the self-absorbed heartthrob. Sitting for a few minutes, I grow quite bored, so in all curiousness, I walk over to his dresser, his mirror the size of Tawni's. Papers are tossed around the wooden surface, some crumpled into tight balls and other marked up with neon highlighters and a red pen.
Not wanting to stand any longer, I sit in his chair, pulling it in to look over the papers. Inquiring the multiple notes, I pick up one on the surface of the stack of dead trees. I bring it to eye level, skimming it for any interesting information. I'm surprised Chad would ever read anything besides Tween Magazine and his scripts. Something instantly catches my eye, so I stop and read the interesting words in the faintest whisper I could manage.
"Allison Monroe." The name people hadn't called me for years, making my head go dizzy with memories. I pushed out any irrelevant thoughts to make room for intense wonder. Many questions traveled through my mind, but I ignored me, going back to the head of the typed page to read it all the way through. It read:
Allison Nicolette Monroe
Court official name change in 2003
Name of citizen: Sonny Nicolette Monroe
I put down the paper, question stirring in my pupils. My hands scrambled through the different papers, each having familiar words in them as I skimmed them with speed. Appleton, Sonny, So Random, Take My Hand Preschool, the list went on and on. Random clippings were scattered all over, some with my hand and others with Chad's. My fingers digging beneath all the loose leaf, I pick up a tiny smooth picture. Bringing it to my eyes, I recognize it immediately.
It's a photo I remember. Many photos can say a thousand words, but this one in particular could say a million. I smile timidly, looking down to see the two figures standing casually, not taking any thought to why they were taking the picture in the first place. I sigh, noticing the blonde's arm wrapped around the girl just to perfect the pose. The picture is scratched and folded at the corners. There's a glare in the photograph, large enough to cover most of the right edge. But the faces remain; the familiar smiles now seemed taunting. The young girl's long brunette locks are tied up in a tight, stiff ponytail, as the boy's hair is long and slightly untidy, tousled by the wind.
My eyes squint, trying to see the light backdrop in which the children were standing. I shake my head, giving up the battle after comprehending it's impossible. No memories enter my mind to answer my question, so I look back to the girl's face, noticing her eyes. As the blonde's eyes were focused on the person taking the picture, the girl's eyes were directed towards the boy. Her face was bright and cheery as if he had said something funny. Almost hearing the laughter, I place down the picture with near despair.
I hide the photograph, for two reasons. First, I didn't wish for Chad to see I was snooping around. Two, I didn't want to be tempted to peek at it again. But right before I managed to make the photo vanish, I sneak a look back at my younger self, wondering what I was thinking as the camera flashed. I slip the photograph under the pile of papers and sigh. My thoughts are interrupted all of the sudden by a loud slam of a door, the sound making me jump.
"Sonny, what the hell are you doing here?" someone asks behind me. I turn quickly, looking to see Chad's confused expression in the doorway. I have to think why I'm there in the first place. The moment the obvious reason of my visit comes to mind, I stand up. I walk over to him, Chad remaining silent.