Love is So Crazy, It Just Might Work
By, awesometastic9
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ONE
They're All the Same Guy
In every girl's life, there will always be those three
guys. The one she loves, the one she hates, and the
one she can't get enough of. But in the end, they're all the
same guy.
Sonny sighed. How did all this start? When was it that things changed between us? The 'fake date'? No… he immediately took it as a joke. But, what about the middle of it? Sonny thought. She sighed. Sadly, I know about the end oh too well.
It was the most frustrating thing – Chad's mood swings – making her think one minute he cared (like with Eric, her biggest fan) and the next, he was out to embarrass her.
It was a never-ending cycle.
At first, I hated him; ruining the peace picnic and then acting like he cared when Tawni and everyone dissed my lame superheroes skit, but really he was using me. And, probably the worst was using my good girl image to raise himself up in front of that reporter, Santiago Heraldo while putting me down and making me look bad. Even though I got him back, but still.
Then, during the Wild, Wild West sketch rehearsal a few days after the 'fake date'– Sonny saw him watching them from the studio doors. He had this weird expression on his face… I couldn't place it. Longing? Admiration? I couldn't understand it.
When the sketch was over and Sonny looked back over to the doors – he was gone. Puzzled, Sonny excused herself from the rest of the So Random! Cast – who were all going to the Commissary for some Fro Yo – and set off to find Chad.
Sonny immediately headed over to the Mackenzie Falls studio and sought out his dressing room.
It wasn't that had to find.
It was at the end of the hall and it had huge gold letters above the door spelling out his name, and a huge gold star below. Stupid, arrogant, three-named jerk, Sonny thought as she walked up to the door. It was slightly ajar, but – being Sonny – she knocked.
No answer.
"Chad?" Sonny called out timidly.
No answer.
Slowly, she peaked around the door, and saw it was empty. But, also seeing the interior – she was immediately drawn into the room.
Her per usual guilt about a sort of 'breaking and entering' melted away as soon as she stepped inside and saw how huge it was. There was a rotating four rod closet filled with clothes – he may have more than Tawni! Sonny thought in awe and laughter – and there was a vanity like Tawni's – except without all the makeup. And of course there was a huge array of pictures of himself along the walls. There was a long, L-shaped couch in front of a big plasma screen TV with all the latest electronics for an entertainment system. A blue Dell laptop was sitting on the coffee table, and so was an iPod Touch. Curious about what he listened to Sonny walked over to the coffee table and picked it up, turning it on. She went to the main list of songs and saw everything from the Eagles and Five For Fighting to the Red Hot Chili Peppers and Smashing Pumpkins.
Wow, he has a wide array of tastes.
"Sonny?"
Sonny let out a shriek and jumped like ten feet in the air. Spinning around, she saw Chad standing in the doorway with a shocked expression on his face.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. "In my dressing room?"
"I- uh… was looking for you, and got… uh, sucked in this, ummm… wicked awesome dressing room?" Sonny stuttered, but it came out like a question, and she wrung her hands nervously.
What's wrong with me? Sonny asked herself. Why am I so nervous? This is Chad for Lord freaking sakes! CDC! The 'three-named jerk'!
"Really, Sonny? Were you really?" Chad said in his trademark mocking voice.
That instantly sucked away her no-idea-why nervousness and replaced it with her usual irritable disposition towards him.
"Yes, Chad. I really was." Sonny said, narrowing her eyes and folding her arms over her chest.
"Okay, then," Chad allotted and Sonny raised her eyebrows in shock and confusion.
Chad just agreed with me? Without fighting tooth and nail first? She thought, aghast.
"Did you just –" Sonny began, but Chad spoke over her.
"But, the real question is… why? Why were you – Sonny Munroe – looking for me – Chad Dylan Cooper?" his voice betrayed his obvious bemused curiosity.
Sonny rolled her eyes.
"That's for me to know, and you to find out!" she laughed, and walked past him, sticking out her tongue.
Patting the gold star on his dressing room on his way out, Sonny called,
"Peace out sucka!" and left.
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Chad stood there staring at the empty dressing room doorway with a startled expression on his face.
"What just happened?" he asked out loud to no one, and didn't expect anyone to answer since he was alone.
"Sonny just stripped you of your wits." Said a voice from inside his rotating closet, and Chad jumped and fell sideways over his couch, letting out a squeak of surprise.
"Who's there?" he called.
And Portlyn stepped out, dressed in the Mackenzie Fall's uniform, twirling a lock of her brunette hair around her finger.
"Oh, Portlyn, you caught me by surprise – not that Chad Dylan Cooper get's surprised." Chad said, adding the last bit quickly, not wanting to seem vulnerable.
"Sure, sure." Portlyn said, sitting down on the edge of the couch arm. Chad stood up, brushing off imaginary dirt from his Mackenzie Fall's uniform and took a deep breath. He was about to speak, but Portlyn did so first.
"So, since when have you gone from crushing to just plain, sad, pathetically whipped?" she inquired.
"What?" Chad gasped. "What are you talking about?"
"You – Chad Dylan Cooper –" she began, mimicking Chad talking to Sonny before, "are completely whipped."
"Chad Dylan Cooper is not whipped!" Chad protested, outraged. "Chad Dylan Cooper –" but she cut him off.
"Save it for Sonny, Chad. You may be able to keep up your indifferent façade to her, but not to me. And certainly, not to Tawni Hart." Portlyn said, standing up and walking around the couch to stand before Chad.
"What does Tawni have to do with this?"
"She and I – share one similarity – beside's our beauty –" she flipped her hair over her shoulder, "that we can see through you Chad because we know how to read people. Sonny Munroe… now she's another story. She is even better at it than us, but since she's already decided how she feels about you… well, that has blinded her from her ability to see through your clever lies. I'd watch what I say around her, Chad. You never know when her intuition might kick – back - in."
Portlyn poked Chad in the chest with each of the last three words, then spun on her heel, and walked out, leaving Chad confused and breathless.
"Wait! How does she feel about me?"
All Chad got in reply was faint laughter.
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A/N: sooo, I've wanted to start a SWAC fanfic for a long time but could never get it right! What do you guys think? Please review and let me know if I should continue! - awetast9