Marriage-Hood

By: Rita Marie

Chapter Ten

Chad's eyes lost all hope, and faith in them. I knew I was the reason for that. And I felt terrible.

"Oh." Chad said taking a step back. He looked at the ground, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He looked like he lost something so important to him. Like, that one prized possession when your a kid. Such as your favorite barbie, or your favorite video game just took away after you finally liked it. Or after you finally loved it.

"Chad," I said in a shaky voice. "I-I need time to think about all this." I said feeling the need to run up to my bedroom, and letting every tear left inside of me escape; until I was dried up.

"No Sonny, I get it." Chad said turning around. "I may not have always had the love every other child had, I may of gotten everything I wanted, but you can't buy love! And-and, when I finally feel something towards someone, they don't return it. I'm never that lucky. No one is never that lucky." He said sniffling softly.

I wanted to run to him. Hold him, tell him I can love him too.

But I can't.

I can't lose my mother. She was there all my life up until now. I can't cut off all connections with her. She was there when I first tried riding a bike, but failing miserably. She was there when I hoped on the bus for the fist day of school, but ended up crying to the teacher saying I wanted her with me. She was there to comfort me when I had my first kiss, and the boy ran away saying I was bad. She was there when I first got my period, and I thought I was dying. She was there when I asked about sex, and she was the one to explain it to me. She was there when I came to Hollywood to be on So Random. She was there when I had trouble being the new kid. She was there when she walked in on me and Chad.

I wanted to be there for her. But I wanted Chad too.

Life isn't fair, but you have to deal with it. No matter how much you hate your decisions. Once you chose, there's no going back. Unless that person is willing to wait for you. In my case, I hope he will.

"I'm sorry." I said looking away from Chad. I couldn't look into those blue orbs seeing the sadness in them. I wouldn't be able to take it. I know I'm being cruel, but this is reality. You gotta do the right thing. This is the right thing. But why does it hurt so bad? Life hurts.

I didn't say another word. I opened the living room door up, walked inside, and shut it quietly. I didn't hide the tears that fell freely now. I let the water built inside of me, collapse into a puddle by my feet. There's no going back. Maybe later, but not now.

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"You made the right choice Sonny." My mother said pulling me into a hug. I wanted to hold onto her, and let my tears stain her shirt, but I couldn't. She was the reason for my sadness. But I kept my mouth shut, and let her hold me, while I sat motionless.

After I left Chad in the hallway I walked into the living room to find my mother more calmed down, and my grandmother sending me a sad smile, while walking out of the room. I guess what she told my mom helped. So my mom told me what teenagers should do, and shouldn't do, and what a purity ring means. I only nodded, at the right moments. I haven't said a word or showed any emotion after I left Chad, but I still cried. My mom put away from motherly act, and tried to comfort me like a friend. But that was something she wasn't at the moment. She doesn't know what went on in that hallway, and I don't want her to know anytime soon.

"Hollywood players like him jump in bed with a different girl every other day. Do you want to be that next girl hes with? Seriously Sonny, look at the magazines they are selling now. It has every life detail of Chad Dylan Cooper. Every little tramp that has came out of his bedroom. Surely your smarter than to fall for his act." She said rubbing my shoulder lightly.

Really mom, listening to the tabloids?They take anything you say, and twist it around on you. Not in one second would I believe a word they say. If only my mother wasn't so naive.

"Anyways, It's getting late. I'm going to head to bed. And remember, don't listen to a word that boy says. Do not give into temptations." She said getting up and walking out of the room.

Why is she acting this way? She would never act this way if I would have came home with a boy saying we were dating. She would welcome him with a few warnings, and open arms. But now since she has stepped into the teenage world, with horniest, kissing, and romantic movies, she can't handle it. She couldn't handle seeing me kissing someone the way porn stars do. Well, that's how the kiss felt to me. Porn star material!

I just wanted to disrespect her, and spit in her smug face saying: face reality mom! Life is not filled with saints. People are made to make mistakes. We are not all born perfect.

But no. She wouldn't listen. She only wants what is best for me. But this is not what's best for me. It's worse.

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All the events that happened today made me tired. So after my little mind fight with my mom, I got a pillow, and blanket, and laid down on the couch. I laid there, and thought. Everything that happened today was a big twist in my life. I felt like I could record all this, and make a new t.v drama on MTV called: Sonny's Reckless Life. Instant hit if you ask me.

The door creaking open startled me, making me forget my thoughts. I forgot Chad was sleeping up here as well. Everything was completely dark, so I knew it was late. Possible the early hours of morning.

The couch I was laying on, only had enough room to hold two people. So Chad would either have his face really close to mine, or his feet in my face by the way I was laying. I would hope he would put his face near mine, because I've seen him sleep at his house, he kicks a lot. So in the sake of my face, lets hope for the first option.

I heard him scrambling around the room, probably trying to find a pillow and blanket. I wanted to tell him it was right on the couch at the end, but I didn't want to cry in front of him, because I'm sure once I hear him talk, his voice would hold sadness in it. Then there goes my tough facade. So I pretended to be asleep.

After a few more minutes of mumbling, and pacing, I heard the couch move a little, signaling he sat on it. Then I heard breathing, which meant he chose to put his face near mine. Well, more like heads because the top of my head, was touching the top of his.

I closed my eyes tight, and stayed motionless. I probably looked stiff as a board if he looked over at me. Which would give away my act, because no one sleeps like that. So I relaxed a little, and let out a deep breath quietly.

As minutes progressed I found myself wide-awake, and having a painful pressure in the pit of my stomach. My bladder was full. Which meant the liquid inside had to be disposed. And that's best not to end up on a leather couch. I knew Chad was still awake, because it's only been a few minutes since hes laid down. If I got up now, he would know I was awake, and may try to talk to me. And back to square one, I couldn't cry.

Ten minutes. I was about to remove the covers from me, and run to the bathroom, but I felt the couch move again. Chad was still awake. My bladder was getting fuller. And I was about to burst. I'm sure if I saw a scene like this in a movie, I would crack up at the girl with a full bladder, but me being that girl, I would punch who ever I heard laugh. Like I said, my life can be a t.v show.

I laid there with my eyes opened wide. Maybe if I was fast enough I could do it without making much noise. I knew this was risky, so I decided to wait at least five more minutes.

Thirty minutes. Thirty freaking minutes! Even I'm asleep by then. But no, Chad was still above me tossing, and turning. Now my sadness turned into anger. I had to pee, and I was gonna do it. Now.

Something terrible happened. Curse my lack of balance.

Apparently covers, mixed with a full bladder, mixed with getting up quickly didn't all go together. Oh, and you know what else didn't go together? My flying arms, and Chad's face.

I leaped up from the couch, getting myself tangled in the covers, and falling down to the floor. My natural instant was to grab onto something, so the first thing my hands grabbed, was a lock of soft, blond hair. Oh, but not just any hair, Chad Dylan Coopers' hair.

I fell to the floor with a thump, still grabbing a handful of blond locks, making Chad let out a groan, and falling towards me to the floor as well. Oh, but he didn't land on the floor, he landed on top of me. Bringing his covers down as well.

So here I am, on the floor, with my covers wrapped around my body in a cocoon; Chad laying on top of me, with his own covers wrapped around his body, making a cocoon as well. I let out a groan from the impact, and Chad continued groaning. I had my eyes shut tight, not wanted to see anymore of the situation.

"Sonny," Groan. "let go of my hair." Chad said letting out another groan. I opened my eyes, and saw Chad's eyes right in front of mine. I let go of his hair quickly, and put my hands to my sides.

Cue the red face/ embarrassment/ awkwardness/ painfulness.

Chad's eyes opened slowly, and looked into mine. I couldn't see very well, so I couldn't see what shade of blue they were.

Then I felt it. A little warm liquid make it's way out of my pants. Not just any random liquid.

Pee.

A/N: Okay, ew? Ha ha. Anyways, I thank you for all the reviews I got. Some of them made me laugh so hard, I had that little warm liquid escape me as well. Yeah, not really. :D. I know this chapter started out a little sad, but I tried making the ending a little happier/funnier. Hopefully I succeeded. Well, it was mostly a 50/50 thing. You wanted Sonny to proclaim her love for Chad, and say screw you mommy; and you wanted Sonny to respect mother, and wait off to tell Chad. Well, I thought about it for a good five minutes, and decided to go with this. Don't worry friends, if I would have made Sonny say the 'L' word, this story would be done sooner rather than later, so with this, I can drag it a little. In the end, I'm sure you'll like it better this way. Anyways, please leave a review, and some ideas for the next chapter.

I don't own anything.

~Rita