A/N: Hey ya'll! I'm updating fast huh! *laughs to self*
Title: 831 aka 8 letters, 3 words, 1 meaning
Summary: When Sonny starts saying 831 instead of 'I love you' Chad bets he can make her say the actual words if he does something sweet enough. Add a few other twists into the mix and hilarity ensues. Channy.
Rating: T (because I seem to like rating all my stories T... I don't know why.)
Disclaimer: …do I really need this thing?
831: Eight Letters, Three Words, One Meaning
Chapter One: The Bet
CHAD
"I like to go to the mall and walk around with you laughing out loud. And you like to go up to people and tell 'em your cousin is somebody famous. Ddon't care who we see what they say you and me will be okay if we don't caught by security. Hmmm hmmm hmmm" I laughed to myself at what Sonny was singing to herself. I slowly opened the door to her dressing room trying to sneak in without her noticing.
"Chad… what are you doing…?" Sonny asked cautiously when she noticed me, Damn!! Busted., I huffed.
"I was going to surprise you." I replied looking down at her innocently.
"More like scare the crap out of me." She muttered more to herself than me.
"Oh Sonny you know me so well!" I exclaimed with fake enthusiasm. She looked up at my obvious imitation of her. She laughed a little. I laughed too.
"Okay now that we're over how you got in here, what are you doing here?" Sonny asked. I fake gasped.
"Is that any way to treat your perfect boyfriend?" I asked knowing this statement would aggravate her. She merely rolled her eyes.
"Oh shut up. You're not that great Chad."
"Do my ears deceive me or did I just hear the words 'not that great' and 'Chad' used in the same sentence?!" she rolled her brown eyes again.
"Whatever Chad." She turned around to walk away, I supposed, but before she could take a step, I had grabbed her turned her around, and captured her lips with mine.
"I love you." I said. Then I turned around to leave.
"Eight-three-one!!" Sonny replied. I stopped and turned around to give her a questioning look. She giggled before explaining, "It means I love you. Eight letters, three words, one meaning. I'm going to start saying it!" she giggled again at my shocked face. I rolled my eyes and left again intent on making her change her mind about only saying eight-three-one. I mean you can't only say, 'I eight-three-one you.' …well I guess you can but its better when you actually say the words!
***SONNY***
I snickered at Chad's behavior. I knew he'd react like that. I was intent on saying only eight-three-one for at least the next month if only to annoy the crap out of him. I laughed to myself again at the thought.
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Lunch time… YAY! Not. The food they had there wasn't in the slightest, tolerable. It looked appalling, smelled ghastly, and tasted atrocious. Not exactly the kind of food (if you could even call it that) I liked. I walked into the cafeteria and shuddered at the thought of eating that repulsive food again. I noticed Chad sitting down at a table by himself, and motioning me over. I shrugged and walked over to him.
"Hey, Sunshine!" he greeted. I sat down across from him.
"Hiya. Why aren't you sitting with your cast?"I asked with curiosity.
"Well, I want to talk to you about something." He said while leaning over to push a strand of hair out of my eye.
"Sure what is it?" I asked grabbing the hand that pushed the hair out of my eye and holding on to it.
"Well… it's about this eight-three-one thing." He looked at our intertwined hands. I laughed.
"What? You don't like it?" I asked innocently.
"Well… no. I don't. In fact, I want to know. Is there anything I can do to make you stop saying it?" Chad looked up hopefully. I giggled. My plan was all working out.
"Well… I guess if you did something sweet enough, I'd have to say it—" "Okay." He interrupted looking a little bit relieved for a second then his brow furrowed again.
"…but" I went on as if he hadn't spoke, "I bet you can't make me say 'I love you'." I said playfully. He looked up at me with a glint of mischief in his icy blue eyes.
"Oh really? I bet I can." Chad replied.
"Oh it's on Cooper. But you have a week. You have to do one thing every day and if you haven't done what I consider sweet enough by Saturday, then I get to say eight-three-one for the rest of the month, and you have to deal with it." I said in a 'bring it on' voice.
"Okay but if I win and you cave, you have to scream 'I love Chad Dylan Cooper' from the roof a building. And you have to stop eight-three-one-ing me."Chad replied.
"Okay deal." I replied sticking out my hand. Chad took it, and shook it. He leaned in as if to kiss me, then reconsidered and got up to leave.
"What the heck?" I asked.
"Sorry no time for smooching," Chad smirked at the word, "I've got to go come up with sweet things to make you want to profess your unbridled passion for me." He smirked and left me sitting, shocked, in my seat. This bet was already backfiring on me… great.
A/N: If you think it's a stupid idea, let me know.
Ideas? I need about six sweet things for Chad to do. I have about three ideas. Do you see my dilemma?
Review please!!
Jess