Living with My Sonshine Chapter 39: Tell All The Haters, a sonny with a chance fanfic

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Chapter 39-Tell All The Haters

Josh's POV

I wake up later than usual, because of the random day off school thanks to some fire… and before you start pointing fingers, it was not me. My fire-starter days are long gone… I got Zora to help. ;)

I spend a few hours playing on the Xbox, getting breakfast a little while after, and when I'm eating breakfast I hear a random rock song that Zora set as my ringtone for her on my phone. When I then put the pieces together, I realize what's going on and grin.

I pick up the phone, answering it with a smile.

"Hi, Zora!" I say, sounding happy for possibly the first time in years.

"Hey, Josh!" She says, also sounding pretty chirpy. Yeah, we're kinda going out – sue me. And, don't tell Sonny. Or Chad. "Just a quick question – have you seen Sonny?"

"Sonny?" I ask, and she sighs.

"She's meant to be here for rehearsal, but she's not."

"Oh…" I say.

"I just thought, since your brother is like, her God, maybe you know?"

I laugh, agreeing at the 'God' bit, before thinking about it, "Well, I haven't seen Sonny since yesterday after the thing with the paparazzi…" I remember back yesterday morning when we blew the wall of the Prop House… that was legendary.

"Yeah… I got in trouble after that, and they're rebuilding right now." Zora says slyly, "Thanks for that."

I shrug, "It was your idea."

"…True."

"Okay," I say, "I'll go ask Chad. See ya later!"

"Bye!"

I hang up, before heading down the stairs, and then considering that, since it's 2:00pm, Chad's probably at work right now. I call him on his mobile, but hear the ring and realize it's sat behind me on the living room coffee table. I roll my eyes.

"Typical." I say. I then walk out into the hallway to get to the kitchen for breakfast, when I notice that the mail hasn't been picked up yet. Huh, maybe Chad had a lie-in? I'll go check his room just in case…

Chad's POV

I wake up with light shining into my room, the morning-birds not singing, and realize… crap. After the abnormally late night last night, I've slept in. I then realize I'm not alone in the bed and jump in shock until I realize it's Sonny, and all the pieces and memories of last night fit together.

Aw… she looks so peaceful sleeping! I rake a hand through her long, thick brunette hair, whispering random little comments into her ear like "I love you, Sonshine" and "don't you worry about work – I'll call in later and say you can't come in", as if I'm trying to have a conversation with her. I know she can't hear me if she's still asleep, but hey! Who really cares?

I then jump at the sound of the door busting open and a scream from a young male voice.

"Chad, you need to… AGH! NO! Please! Cover it up! That's just gross!"

"What the…?" I look up to see my little brother, stood in the doorway, hands over his eyes. "Josh?"

"That's gross, dude." Josh says, "No young teen should ever see this!"

"Well, that's what you get for not knocking." I smirk, "And it's not at all what you think, okay? Now… shoo."

"Oh…" Josh looks disgustedly to where Sonny lies, asleep, "Found Sonny… I'd better tell Zora…"

"Wait…" I say, "Why?"

"Sonny's needed at rehearsals." Josh informs me, "Zora wanted me to tell her if I found her."

I frown. I don't want Sonny to go to work! I have the day off today – I don't want to spend it alone! Plus, if Sonny went to work we have the possibility that she will tell the Randoms about what happened, and then maybe her Mom will find out… uh-oh.

"No, don't tell!" I yell, "…Please?"

Josh shakes his head, "Fine. I won't tell her. Wanna know why?"

"I have a feeling you'll tell me anyway." I roll my eyes.

Josh glares at me, before continuing, "I won't, because family always comes before girls… a lesson you've yet to learn."

"Hey, hey!" I say, "Sonny almost is part of the family now, since we'll be engaged in a few years."

Josh smirks, "Chad, with that logic, Zora's part of the family coz we're a couple." I have to smirk at that. He just admitted to me that him and Zora are a couple. "And maybe Tawni too, since she's like, Abby's make-believe godmother!"

"Whatever." I groan, "Just… shove off, 'kay?"

"Alright, since you asked nicely." Josh rolls his eyes again jokingly, before leaving the room. I smile contently, before turning back to Sonny. At that moment, the doorbell goes, and I groan tiredly. I can't be asked to get up…

"JOSH!" I yell, "Can you get that?"

I then notice that I've woke Sonny, and frown. Oops. She stirs a little, mumbling something about me.

"Chad… I love you…"

I smirk.

"Chad…? Are you okay? Where you going? …Chad?"

I start to see her dream or whatever it is seems to be distressing her, but instead of waking her, I let her be (apparently it's not good to wake someone who's having a nightmare. And this sounds like a nightmare, if I'm leaving her). I just hug her softly, whispering into her ear,

"It's okay… I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

Sonny then calms down, her tenseness fading, and I look to see a smile on her face – the same smile I haven't seen in days. My favourite smile in history – the legendary Sonny-smile.

I suddenly hear a burst downstairs, like a tornado has exploded into the house, and when I hear the threatening voice of an angry Connie Munroe, I get it.

"Where is she?" The muffled voice says, and then there's some muted chatter. I guess Josh is talking to Ms Munroe about it. I hear Ms Munroe ask Josh where I am, and then Josh tells her upstairs. Then there's stair climbing, and I gulp.

"Sonny…" I shake my girlfriend softly, "Sonny, wake up… it's your Mom, Sonny! She's here!"

"What!" Sonny wakes up, yelling, and I quieten her down, motioning for her to lower her voice. She nods and pretends to close her lips with a zipper.

"It's okay, Sonny," I whisper, "I'll handle everything… you just hide in that closet, 'kay?"

Sonny gets up grudgingly, but obediently, and hides herself neatly in the closet. She's an expert of hiding in closets, as she told me a while ago – she and Lucy used to play Hide And Seek, and thanks to Sonny's excellent closet-hiding skills, she won every time.

And just in time too, because the moment she hides herself away, Ms Munroe stalks into the room, face like thunder.

"Where. Is. She?" She asks me.

Okay, Chad… acting time.

"Who?" I ask, rubbing my eyes like I've just been woken up, and Ms Munroe scowls at me.

"You know who!" She says, "My daughter. I know she's here…"

"Wait, wait, back up…" I say, sitting up in the bed, "What do you mean?"

Connie frowns, raising an eyebrow, "You really don't know?" I shake my head, and she sighs, "Well, I grounded Sonny for certain reasons..." One of them being you think I'm still a lying jerk, "…and then I went up to check on her this morning because she hadn't come down for breakfast, and she…" She gulps, "…wasn't there."

I put on an innocent act, "Really?"

Connie nods.

"Oh…" I say, "So you think she busted out? Did a runner? Made it like a jailbird?"

She shakes her head at my slightly mocking tone. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Mister?"

I shake my head, "Absolutely not! I'm just as worried about Sonny as you are! She is my future wife, remember?"

Ms Munroe frowns, looking at me with sad eyes, "You promise me you're not already married?"

"Of course not!" I say adding a sad chuckle to it to sound offended. Which isn't hard, because I am offended. "I wouldn't do that, not now! And besides, remember Sonny's little fantasy of our wedding day? Wisconsin, all the family, traditional… all pretty far away from a chapel in Vegas, dontcha think?"

I hear a little chuckle from the closet, and pray that Ms Munroe didn't hear it or we'd be toast. She just eyes my response, before continuing, and I sigh with relief on the inside. We're still in the game…

"Alright, fine," She says, "I'll believe you on that front. Just make sure, if you see her, you tell me immediately."

"Will do, ma'am." I say with a salute, and she rolls her eyes.

"Do you have any idea where she might be?"

I shrug, "Maybe the studio? Or Tawni's apartment? Somewhere like that."

"Okay," She says, before smiling awkwardly, "Well, thank you, Chad."

"Happy to help." I wink, watching her leave and smiling in relief, before, being the total lazy guy I am, collapsing back into bed, leaning back, before whisper-yelling to Sonny, "It's okay; she's gone."

Sonny gets out of the closet, looking left and right like she doesn't fully believe me, before smiling, running up to the bed and diving into it next to me.

"Yes!" She beams, "I was hoping she'd go – I need more shut-eye."

"Yeah…" I smirk, "That's what you wanted."

She scoffs, offended, before hitting me with a pillow, and laughs.

"Oh, Munroe…" I snigger, "You have no idea what you've just done…"

I grab the closest pillow to me and smirk at her, "I've had practice since our last pillow fight…"

"Oh, really?" She asks, and I nod. "Well, then, bring it on!"

We then both sit up, randomly hitting each other with pillows, feathers flying everywhere. Well, I'm probably gonna have to clean that up…

It isn't long (honestly, like, 5 seconds) before the two of us are stood up, having an all-out fight to the death (not really…). I pin Sonny to the bed, smirking.

"Told ya I'd had practice." I say, "Give up?" She goes to reply but the sound comes from a very different voice… an angry one for sure.

"Oh, and on more thing… WHAT THE HECK?"

Oh, crap…

Stood in the door, with a horrified expression on her face… a very furious Connie Munroe.

"Allison Munroe…" She yells, "What the hell are you doing?"

"…Nothin'!" Sonny says in a joking tone, but it's obvious to all of us that this is no joke. Especially to Ms Munroe. I gulp – I'm dead.

"Get. Out. Of. This. House." She says, glaring at me as I get off of Sonny and Sonny gets up, brushing herself off delicately.

"Mom, I swear," She says, "This isn't what it looks like…"

"She's right, Ms Munroe." I chip in, "Sonny needed a place to stay while she cleared her head, so I let her stay here…"

"Oh, and so you decide to let her sleep with you?" Ms Munroe yells, "That's very thoughtful of you, dear."

I cringe at her sarcasm, "No, Ms Munroe, we were just having a pillow fight… it wasn't meant to look like anything and if it did, I'm really sorry…"

"Sonny." Ms Munroe interrupts, "Out. Now. Get in the car, I'm taking you home."

Sonny sighs, hanging her head in shame. "Okay, Mom." She says. She shoots me a sad, apologetic, wishful look, before heading out the door. Then, Ms Munroe glowers at me, pure anger and disappointment in her eyes.

"I really didn't expect this from you. And to think I was about to say that I'd let Sonny near you again after I found her." She says to me, as if she trusted me like her own son. I gulp at the guilt she's making me feel, even though I shouldn't be feeling it because nothing was going on.

"But, Ms Munroe…"

"No." She says, "Don't try. I don't want you anywhere near my daughter, understood?"

She doesn't let me reply though; leaving the room before I can work up the courage or the truthfulness to explain everything to her. It's not like she's gonna listen to me though – I know. I just let her leave, a hole where my heart should be.

I can't let this happen… I can't let this be the end. Sonny and I are not going to end up like Romeo and Juliet (a little dramatic, but you know what I mean). A few minutes after Sonny and Connie have left, I follow them, my mind set on getting Sonny back.

Sonny's POV

Mom and I arrive back home, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. She sends me straight up to my room, stopping me from doing anything fun. I try to protest, tell her Chad and I are totally innocent. But she won't listen. She doesn't listen, not anymore.

After about five minutes of gazing out my window (simply coz I have nothing better to do) I notice a car drive up the road, and beam when I recognize the car, and, better yet, the driver.

Chad.

He gets out of the car, walking up to the door like he's on a mission. Maybe he's gonna try and get my Mom to forgive him! I burst out of my room and head to the top of the stairs as Mom heads to the door to answer it. When she notices Chad, she sighs.

"What do you want now?" She asks, and Chad huffs.

"Ms Munroe, I want my girlfriend back." He spits out, and I grin.

"Well, I'm afraid she can't see you right now…" Mom goes to close the door on him, but he puts his foot in the way, stopping her.

"Ms Munroe," He repeats, the same tone in his voice, only a little harsher, "I'm not leaving until I get my girlfriend back."

"Well, you're going to be here a long time." Mom says, glaring at him. "I can't allow you to be near her, doing things like you were doing earlier…"

Chad runs his hands through his hair in frustration. Please don't crack, Chad… "It wasn't what it looked like, Ms Munroe," He says, "Not even close. I promise. I would never take advantage of your daughter, never, and if you think I would…"

"Well, it's hard to think you wouldn't." She says. "Chad, with everything that's being said in the press, plus what I've been seeing with you two… well, it all falls into place."

"But it doesn't!" Chad cries, "Look, Ms Munroe, with all due respect, if you're blinded by what the paparazzi are saying about me and Sonny… well, then you don't know your daughter at all."

You tell her, Chad! I think to myself, watching my boyfriend stand up for me… for us…

"I remember Sonny told me once that before she came to Hollywood, you told her to not let anything the paparazzi said about her affect her, bring her down… the girl looks up to you and that advice, Ms Munroe… I never got that lesson as a kid and that's why I turned into the jerk – because the paparazzi invented me that way. Thanks to your daughter, that guy is long gone… I guess, what I'm trying to say is that… if you can't ignore the press and what they say falsely about your daughter, well then… she's not gonna ignore the press herself. She's not gonna take your advice. I don't want Sonny to get hurt by the press anymore than you do, and if you help her, support her through what we're going through… that would be highly appreciated."

I can't exactly see my mother's reaction, but her shoulders do slump, she tenses a little, and I begin to hope that Chad hasn't gone too far and just ruined the hopes that we could ever be together again.

"Excuse me, Chad…" She finally says, "I need to speak with my daughter."

Chad nods, a sad smile on his face. "Thanks for listening, Ms Munroe." He says, "I guess I'll be going."

With that, Mom shuts the door on him, and turns to face the stairs. I gulp, hiding behind the banister, but Mom sighs.

"I know you're there, Sonny," She says, "Come on out."

I come out of my hiding place, standing at the top of the stairs and pouting like a disobedient five-year-old who just got caught in the act. Mom is smiling sadly, she ushers me to come downstairs and I do so. She then shows me into the living room, where we both sit on the couch, and she takes my hands in hers, swaying them softly. She then gives me a big, long hug.

"M-Mom?" I ask, trying to hide the panic in my voice, "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, Sonny." She says, "Everything's fine. It's just…" She pulls away from the hug, not letting go of my hands, "Chad was right, about everything. I should've believed you… it's just what's been going on, or rather, been suspected to be going on, between you two, it reminded me of my relationship with your father. We got married a little early, and look where it ended up! The moment I got pregnant with you at 22 he ran off! I just… didn't want that to happen with you two."

"It won't." I say, "I promise."

"I know," Mom smiles, "Chad is a remarkable boy, Sonny… you're lucky to have him."

I grin, "Thanks, Mom."

We then hug it out on the couch, a bundle of arms and legs and pillows, before we burst out laughing. Me and Mom spend the rest of the night on that sofa, watching TV movies and eating microwave popcorn that we had left over from when me and Chad watched that sappy movie the other day.

After the second movie, though, a Tween Weekly report comes on, and a woman with long, blonde hair (the lady from yesterday after our mud fight) talks about me and Chad and how I "slept over" last night. Mom frowns when she watches it, sighing.

"Remember what I told you when we first moved here?" She asks me, and I nod.

"Don't listen to the press, I know." I say. But even though I'm saying I'm fine, on the outside I'm hurting. How could people do this to other people? I'm not going to lie – what the press are saying about me and Chad being too intimate and grown-up to do "what we're doing"… it really hurts. I just wish it could all end, because right now, it's more painful than anything that's happened to me since I arrived at So Random… no matter how much my Mom tries to comfort me about it.

Chad's POV

I get home, tired, angry, upset… I want Sonny back. I'm fed up of these stupid rumours, the lies, everyone not believing us… and I need to get my feelings out. To be exact, the way Sonny always would.

A song.

I've only wrote three songs before, neither angst songs or sad songs – just songs speaking of my love for Sonny and how she would be mine soon (those were written way before Sonny was my girlfriend). And then the third was Chad Chad Chaddy Chad Chad, one I don't think even fits in a genre. But now, I just feel the need to write something. Something to prove that Sonny and I truly love each other and that we're not gonna listen to anything the haters say.

I head upstairs to the music room. It was something me and Sonny thought of a little while back, just in case we (Sonny) wanted to write music, we'd (she'd) have somewhere suitable to write. It has everything – guitars, keyboards, random other instruments and recording equipment. It cost a lot, but it was sure worth it if it made Sonny happy and brought the world her wonderful music, and now, my music.

I sit on the desk in the corner, ripping a piece of paper out of the pad, grabbing a pen and getting to it. It isn't long before words are pouring out of my mind and onto the pad. Slowly, a song begins to emerge.

Darlin', tell me, why the long face?
"Your boyfriend's a wreck and your love life's a disgrace,"
At least, that's what they've been telling you,
My love, we know we won't let it be true.

So hold your head high, ignore what they say,
The rain may be pouring, but we're waiting for a sunny day,
Hold on to what we have and stay strong,
When it gets tough, I'll help you carry on,

Tell all the haters that they don't matter,
Ignore the sharp rocks behind you, climb the ladder,
'Cause baby, we're a work of art,
So I won't let them tear us apart,
Tell all the lovers to cheer for us,
'Cause although the times may be tough,
We'll break through the clouds some day,
No matter what, we're here to stay.

Oh, yeah, yeah, o-oh, oh.

Darlin', tell me, why you so sad?
Have they been harassing you, making you feel bad?
Just listen to the words I'm sayin',
Just break through the pain and keep on prayin',

'Cause our love is stronger than you think,
But you can see cracks if you squint,
We can fix them if we try
To block out what they're saying, so try not to cry

Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, baby

Who says that we can't break through?
'Cause you're here for me, and I'm here for you,
So hold on, don't look back, and we'll make it,
We'll show those haters we can take it,
Yeah!

Tell those haters that they don't matter,
Ignore the sharp rocks, climb the ladder
We'll break through the clouds some day,
No matter what, we're here to stay,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Darlin, we're here to stay,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
So don't listen to what they say,
Oh, oh, yeah…

After about 45 minutes of writing, rubbing out bad ideas, re-writing, humming to myself before deciding something needs to change and then changing it, I finally have the lyrics. I then pick up the guitar, playing a sad tune, before changing my mind and making it a little more bouncy. I then record the final product, adding a bass, drum part, and other stuff that sounds good with it.

By the time I've finished, I'm almost falling asleep on the keyboard as I type a message to Sonny, adding the song on a link. I want her to hear it – I want to show her that I am here for her through all of this.

I then decide against it. I'd much rather show it to her whilst I was around. I instead copy the song onto a CD, hoping to sneak into Sonny's room tomorrow night to play it to her.

I then head to Abby's room, just to check if she's asleep (I asked Josh to put her to bed earlier because I was so busy with the song), and then to Josh's, and smile when I see they're both sound asleep. I then walk to my room and collapse onto the bed with a thump, closing my eyes and, before I know it, I'm dreaming.

Dreaming of a perfect life with Sonny Munroe.

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