In Love With The Enemy Chapter 14: Screw The Plan, a sonny with a chance fanfic

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Chad's POV

Staring into the mirror for how many hours was making my eyes hurt and water. They've already been puffed up and red, completely sore and blurry, but now they hurt for keeping them open for so long. It was impossible to blink. It must have been about five hours today. The days before had been about ten, just sitting and staring. I wasn't well enough to go back to work, so for the last two weeks I've never left my house. No one howled for me, and even if they had I wouldn't have responded in any way. I've been doing a little better than before, just numb. It was better than intense pain. I cringed internally just thinking about it.

Nothing happened outside my body, externally, because I chose not to. Anything I did could remind me so easily. Be connected in such a simple way it could make my life that much more complicated. Therefore, I sat still. I turned away from the mirror, suddenly realizing I'd done that before with her doing the same. I looked at the plain crimson walls. In my peripheral vision I could see the splotches of white being the other furniture in the room. Everything was white and red. Like blood, blood I'd been hoping would spurt out of Jackson's body forever now.

I clenched my fists and scrunched my eyes closed in concentration. I couldn't think about him, or any of them, because I would think of that one person. That one person had fought for survival. Against him. That dog. And I was one, too.

How was that one person surviving?

I shook my head and squeezed my fists together again even harder. I tried to keep my thoughts from running away with me. I had almost mastered it, for I'd been attempting to be nothing for a while now, and I wasn't ruining it. If I was going to keep my job, I'd have to get better. Soon.

I wonder if I was already fired. I could see the headlines now: Chad Dylan Cooper: Mackenzie "Falls". I couldn't care less right now, though. The only thing that mattered was believing in the fact that nothing mattered. And that just made it even harder and more confusing.

Bending my head down into my hands, I stayed there. It was five in the morning, and I hadn't left my house in what felt like forever. Maybe I could go for a walk, just to clear my head.

For a second, I rebelled against it. Anything could remind me, I recalled, but shook my head and began to change into something that I hadn't been wearing for the past two weeks.

After I had gotten dressed, I opened the door to my room. A flood of new smells hit me like a ton of bricks. I staggered back, surprised. I chuckled to myself.

I stopped cold. I had just shown a sign of emotion. Maybe taking a walk was a better idea than I thought. I smiled at the thought of the warm air surrounding me. Smiling? That thought had me running down the steps and flinging the door open.

I almost fell over. Smells, smells, smells...more and more. I missed being outside, nature. The sounds and sights were so much better than my room. Less stuffy, more open...it was my new paradise. What could be better than this? Nothing.

I walked slowly, taking it all in. It seemed as though it was ten times better now.

I made my way down the street, not aware of the direction of my walk, soaking it in. The warm air whooshed quietly around me and through my golden locks. It felt amazing. I gazed at the moon thoughtfully as I walked toward nothing in particular. It was full now, and reminded me of how Hollywood is wrong about me. About everything. This place I call home was completely fake and used fiction against me. The fiction that kept me away from that one person. The fiction we thought was fact, and kept us apart. I avoided the thoughts immediately and listened to the animals shuffling about, the leaves rustling as they rubbed against once another. I wondered what it would be like to be a leaf, not have a care in the world. Not having to work, pay bills. Not having to worry about falling in love, then being heartbroken. Then again, they did need to worry about caterpillars. The little devils that ate you up inside, slowly pulling you away from what you love. Why am I connecting that with a caterpillar?

I tried once again to focus on not focusing. Grr, that wasn't helping.

I shook my head and watched as the world around me slowly was left behind as I moved forward. Walking at a human pace, I committed everything to memory. I didn't even feel conscious now, I felt like I was floating, my mind swirling in circles because of how little sleep I got. So, taking this to my advantage, I let the warm wind carry me wherever it decided to.

I realized it then. There was something better than this.

Smiling huge, I started to sprint as fast as my human form would go, and jumped. I morphed in the little time I had as my feet went up, then paws down. Tremors of pleasure and relief went through me as I began to run towards the shadows, just in case of a few human early birds. Running, being free, it was heaven. It felt amazing to stretch out my legs and just straight out sprint to nowhere.

But then, I realized I did want to go somewhere.

Sonny's POV

I had finally gotten the strength to do something else then just cry. So now, why wasn't I doing it right?

I hadn't played guitar in what felt like forever. Staring at the frets and strings, I didn't know where to start. For the past couple weeks I completely avoided music, or any type of tune for that matter. This was definitely not a good idea, but hey, I was bored out of my mind.

Having not done anything at all for the weeks I called off work, I had no creativity in me. Zip. I was completely clueless as to what to write. To get started, I grabbed my tuner. Strumming the strings freely, I shivered. It was horribly out of tune. I giggled.

Whoa, I giggled? That's the first sign of any emotion since...a while. Whoa. I smiled and shook my head. Oh my gosh, I just smiled! That's a step up!

I took my excitement and put it into my impatience, turning it down a notch. Now, I patiently tuned the guitar till it sounded as pretty as I remembered. I wish I had a piano here. Maybe I could go buy one when I get my first pay check? That's a good idea.

I stood up off the bench that was right next to the river. Yes, I was in the waterfall room. I've been in here a lot, I liked parting the water and the sound was really soothing. Walking around, I fixed the strap to my tan and black guitar uncomfortably.

The last time I played this instrument was at Connie's. It brought back so many memories. But, they weren't as important to me as the ones I made here in Hollywood. Of course, just to my luck, I had to forget all the amazing ones I made. Or, at least, not think about them.

What had I done to write a song before? I think I just started with a random chord progression. I began to strum different chords, my fingers remembering each fret and string perfectly. I started with a C, an Em...

And about five minutes later, I had a song ready.

Chad's POV

I was making a terrible decision, I needed to respect her wishes so that we wouldn't get hurt. But, I was still hurting. And I prayed she was, too.

I sprinted as a huge sandy wolf through the forest, considering turning back after every tree zoomed past. Doing this would destroy everything I'd worked towards for the past couple weeks, but I just snapped. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to see her beautiful face, I needed to touch her freezing skin, I needed to know if she had been taken out by my pack. The thought got me enraged in seconds, and I ran even faster than before.

I could smell it then. Her smell. The cinnamon and vanilla smell I longed to breathe in forever now. I opened my mouth and took a huge breath in, tasting it. How I wish I could just go up to her and kiss her like there was no tomorrow, but I was being reckless enough, I'd have to do this slowly and carefully. I'd have to get her to realize it was me, too.

Why wasn't anyone morphing to see why I had? Didn't they feel it? I was suddenly afraid, what if they realized what I was doing and came to ambush Sonny?

And with that, I was human.

I was so close, just half a mile away. A few more meters and I'd be able to see her house over the hill. I yearned just to see it, to just watch it for five minutes. Bt if I knew myself like I thought I did, I knew I'd just break the glass to the cool room in the back and search everywhere to just catch a glimpse of her. I needed her. Now.

Then I saw the end of the hill that sloped down very steep and continued the forest. I walked up slowly, a little scared despite myself, for some reason thinking that the house might have disappeared during the time I wasn't here. Worried, the last steps I took were rushed.

Relief coursed through me as the huge house came into view. The light blue shade got me excited beyond measure. As I studied it, I caught movement.

Oh. My. Gosh.

There she was. I could see her in the room outlined with the glass for walls peering into the backyard. There was a guitar on her lap as she sat on the built-in bench next to the waterfall. The fabulous room paled next to her beauty.

My heart did so many things at the same time: Skipped a beat, shattered...I couldn't breathe. She was so close. The rush of adrenaline wasn't close enough to overcome my fear. I had second thoughts about coming down here. But, I was here now. And I was going to talk to her no matter what. It would have to wait though, it looked like she was focusing hard on the guitar.

She stood up and began to fidget with her strap. Was she writing a song? I never knew she played guitar. Just looking at her had me going crazy. But then she began to actually strum chords, focusing. And five minutes later, she had a song.

I wanted to hear it so badly. So, I snuck around the side of her house so I could listen. Moving slowly around the forest, I made my way quietly through the shadows. Then, I was as close to the house as I could get. I was at the corner, the same spot where we'd shared our first kiss. That memory had me longing for her even more than before. I focused on her soft footsteps as she tried to start.

Then, her beautiful voice filled my ears.

I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side

When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok
I miss you

My face went into complete and utter shock. Was this about what I thought it was about? I listened intently to her as she told me her story through the music.

I've never felt this way before
Everything that I do reminds me of you
And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor
And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do

When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now

We were made for each other
Out here forever
I know we were, yeah
All I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah

I needed to talk to her. Now. I ran across the yard and to the front. Swinging the door open, I followed her voice, sprinting.

Then, I swung the door open to the waterfall room. She was right there. Right there. Her guitar was already put down on the ground next to her as her hand pressed against the glass while she stared into the forest. I stood frozen.

She turned around slowly. I saw her tear-streaked face, and broken eyes. A sob escaped her lips. I wouldn't have that.

So, I ran up to her, crushing my lips against hers and pulling her as close as possible by winding my arms around her waist. I didn't know if she was going to accept me, or push me away, so I held on as tight as I could. She wasn't leaving. I wasn't either. I held her close and kissed her, relief flowing through my veins along with the electricity ad sparks.

Sonny's POV

Screw the plan.