Chad With A Chance
Everyday that I go to work, nothing ever happens. It's always me and Sonny fighting, or me making fun of the Randoms. Sometimes I even wish that Sonny and I would just have a normal day. But then again, our fights are always the best part of my day. No, I do not like Sonny. No I do not like Sonny. No I do not like Sonny… oh what am I saying Chad? YOU LIKE SONNY! Ugh, I need to keep this to myself… what would Portlyn say? …
"Chad? Heeeelllooooooo?" Portlyn snapped me out of my thoughts.
"What?" I snapped. She cringed against my voice. Wow I sound so cruel. Whatever, she'll get over it.
"You said something about "what would Portlyn say?" What would I say about what?" she asked.
Oh snap, she heard me. Crud, uhmm… THINK CHAD THINK! What's my excuse this time? Oh I got it!
"About a party I'm having 2 weeks from now." Yes Chad. Good job! I chuckled to myself at my smartness. I hoped she didn't think I was a lunatic for smiling and laughing to myself. Oh who am I kidding? She's so stupid she doesn't know anything.
"A party?" she asked incredulously. Hey, why is that so hard to believe? CDC can have parties whenever he wants!
"Yes. A Party Portlyn." I said party the way somebody would teach a 4 year old their ABC's.
"For what occasion?" She asked.
"My birthday." Technically I wasn't lying because my birthday was yesterday and hey! Chad Dylan Cooper wants a party no?
"Oh, are you making invitations right now?" God! She's so STUPID!
"Yes, Portlyn. I'm making invitations. Actually, I'm making them right now. So SHOO!"
"Oh. Is that what you were thinking about? Your party? Well how about I help you"?
"No thanks Port. You look tired anyways. Maybe you should go home. I'll send you an invitation in your dressing room in a few minutes okay?"
"Okay. Bye Chaddy!" Oh dear Lord, she did NOT just call me Chaddy! She KNOWS I hate that nickname!
She left and I closed to door swiftly behind her. I guess I have to do these invitations now I thought sadly. I didn't want to make them alone, but I also didn't want Portlyn helping me either. She would just talk about her boring life. She's in love with me you know? It gets annoying sometimes. I wish she would take it in her head that I DON'T LIKE HER. I LIKE SONNY! Okay maybe that's going a little TOO far considering I don't want anybody knowing I like Sonny. But still. Portlyn should know I don't like her!
So I took out my phone and called a certain brunette's number.
"Hello?" *sigh* her voice can make you melt. *sigh* SNAP OUT OF IT CHAD!
"HELLO? I'M GOING TO HANG UP IF YOU DON'T RESPOND!" Came an angry voice. So impatient, but so cute. Shut up Chad she's going to hang up on you! And NOBODY hangs up on the CDC!
"Hi Sonny". That's all I could say?! URGH this brunette really gets to me. *sigh*
"Chad." She growled. Wow she really hates me …
"Sonny."
"COOPER." She screamed.
"MONROE."
"*sigh* what do you want Chad?"
"What? I can't call my favorite Random?" Oh great I can't believe I told her that she's my favorite random!
"Uhmm… you can I guess, but why are you calling?"
"I'm having a birthday party 2 weeks from now. Come help me make invitations!" I said with persistence. Please say sure, please say sure, please say sure!
"Is that an order?" She said sweetly. What is this girl planning? An argument? Ugh.
"Yes, it is. Now come over to Stage 2! NOW."
"What do you say Chaaaad"? I could FEEL the smirk growing on her lips right about now.
"Please and thank you." I muttered.
"Excuse me?" Oh God. Just come here already!
"PLEASE AND THANK YOU!" I screamed. Maaaaaan! This girl is a handful!
"Okay. I have nothing else to do. Why? Does CDC need some help from a RANDOM?" She was smiling. I know it. *sigh*
"PSSSSSH, no! Just that nobody else wanted to help. And Portlyn went home. She was tired and didn't feel up to basking in the glory of Chad Dylan Cooper" That was SO close. Phew.
"Yeah well I can withstand the glory of Chad Dylan Cooper. I'll be right there". We'll see about that Monroe ;)
AH HELL. I have a POSTER of Sonny on my wall. Let's shove that behind a pillow on the couch. Now, what to wear? I was still in my jammies. Yes, CDC says "jammies". Get over it.
I took out Abercrombie faded distressed jeans, a white striped button–shirt, and slipped on some flip-flops. Took one look in the mirror, and said "What's cooking, good looking"? ;)
-KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK-
Oh Sonny's here. I better get the door before she leaves. So I ran to the door. Literally. I RAN to the door. Fluffed my hair a bit, clucked my teeth at my reflection in the mirror, opened the door and said:
"Oh! Hey there Sonny".
Before I could say anything I looked at what she was wearing. She was beautiful. Jaw-dropping. Of course I couldn't actually drop my jaw, because Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't fall for girls, girls fall for Chad Dylan Cooper. She was wearing jean shorts (drool) secured by a braided skinny belt, a dark blue cami, a pair of black Chuck Taylor's, a heart pendant necklace, and about 20 bangles in blue, green, white, and black. She was carrying a medium sized black bag, and had her hair in a curly ponytail. Damn I wanted her. Too bad she would never know.
"Hey… Chad…" Why does she sound nervous? I don't want to make her nervous! NOOOO!
"Hey Sonny. Welcome to Chez Chad". I frowned at my stupidity. "Come in. I uhh… need your help… remember?"
"Chad? Needing Sonny Monroe's help? This is a good day." She laughed. I frowned. She frowned. I smiled. She smiled. Good. I love her smile.
She sat down next to me and my I could feel my heart beat faster. Damn my heart and my stupid raging teenage hormones. I wonder what she's thinking right now... I hope it's about how cute we both look together. Her hair is sitting right on my shoulder! I can smell her Clive Christian scent. I love that scent. That's why I wear Clive Christian now all the time … it reminds me of her.
Then Sonny picked up an invitation card and lay down on the floor on her stomach. She kicked her legs up in the air and flipped them back and forth. She looked sexy just by doing that. Then she put the pen behind her ear and started biting her bottom lip. WHAT IS SHE TRYING TO DO TO ME?!?
"You wanna help me instead of just sitting there?" Her voice broke through my thoughts.
"Oh. Yeah. Sure. What do you want me to do sweetie?" I slid down from my couch and lay on my stomach beside her.
"Wait, what? Did you just call me sweetie?" she asked, totally bewildered.
AH HELL.