Well, here it is. The final chapter of the Saga of Fan Hugs. I'm so sad. It's like, losing a child to college. But, I know it's filled you all with so much joy. So, without further ado, The Chapter With No Name!
xXKodyXx
Disclaimer: Do you need to refer to last chapter's disclaimer? I do not own: an iPad, a laptop, a 1973 VW Bus, Kiss & Tell by Selena Gomez, SWAC, or Abbie. Nor, as I recently found out, do I own England. *Sniff* Apparently, that right belongs to England. *Brightens up* I do, however, own several floppy disks that my FanFic's go on. Holla!
Chad POV
Sonny forced us to go into the karaoke place, which was aptly named "Karaoke Place."
Upon arriving at the venue, Abbie declared she needed to "utilize the latrine." I stared at her leave until Sonny explained that she meant she meant she needed to "use the potty."
Someone happened to be singing "Crazier" by Taylor Swift, so I swept Sonny into my arms and twirled her around. We danced along with the music and she hummed along with the tune. As I leaned down to kiss her forehead, I noticed Abbie smirking. She saw me, gave a wave, and proceeded her way to the DJ booth.
"Oh no." Sonny looked up at my worried expression.
"What?" I pointed to Abbie. "Oh no."
The song ended, and a voice came on. "And now, I treat from the UK, miss Abbie!" She stepped onstage with a mic. "Ello there, mates. I hope you don't mind, but I've decided to speed things up a bit. This is dedicated to my New Years Day buddies, who I've been forced to spend the day with in strange circumstances. So, enjoy, I guess." The music started, she opened her mouth, and we winced.
When you walk, you don't leave tracks.
When you talk, they don't talk back.
Believe in every word you say,
But they don't know
They don't, don't know.
It was incredible. The squeaks, the off tune-ness, all the bad singing she displayed during the car ride was gone, leaving this great-singing person in her place.
Secrets that you just can't keep.
Promises that you made me.
You twisted it to suit yourself,
But now I know,
I know, I know.
oooo
everything that I told you.
oooo
you just smile and then you,
Kiss and tell everything I said,
Stuck inside your little web.
Everybody wants to know,
Yeah
Lips that lie cover your track.
Sold me out and you just laugh.
Say we're friends until the end,
yeah, but you
Don't mean it, don't mean it
You don't mean it, you don't mean it no.
I wish that I could take it back.
You want it all but you can't have that.
People fallin' at your feet,
But they don't know,
They don't, don't know.
You're gonna figure out real soon.
The dirty deeds will catch up to you.
It's crumbling beneath you're feet.
But you don't know,
You don't, don't know.
oooo,
everything that I told you.
oooo,
you just smile and then you,
Kiss and tell everything I said,
Stuck inside your little web.
Everybody wants to know,
Yeah
Lips that lie cover your track.
Sold me out and you just laugh.
Say we're friends until the end,
yeah, but you
Don't mean it, don't mean it
You don't mean it, you don't mean it no.
oooo,
everything that I told you
oooo,
everything that I told you
oooo,
you just smile and then you
Kiss and tell everything I said,
Stuck inside your little web.
Everybody wants to know,
Yeah
By this time, everybody was clapping.
Lips that lie cover your track.
Sold me out and you just laugh.
Say we're friends until the end,
yeah, but you
Kiss and tell everything I said,
Stuck inside your little web.
Everybody wants to know,
Yeah
Lips that lie cover your track.
Sold me out and you just laugh.
Say we're friends until the end,
yeah, but you
Don't mean it, don't mean it
You don't mean it, you don't mean it no.
Don't mean it, don't mean it
You don't mean it, you don't mean it no.
The club erupted into applause as she stepped off the stage. We all danced to different songs for about an hour (most notably: Party in The USA,) ate a nice dinner, and had the limo driver take us home. We found out Abbie lived in LA, about 40 blocks away from my apartment, and 30 from Sonny's. When we arrived at her house, we stared. It wasn't a house; it was a mansion. We had to go through a wrought iron gate decorated with several large, black dragons, drive up a winding path through an apple orchard, and into a large circle drive. The house itself was grand; white, but not exactly white. It was kind of a brownish white.
"This is where you live?" I asked, awestruck.
"My uncle invented spray butter." She smirked at my expression. Sonny turned from the ocean view.
"You live with your uncle." Abbie's expression grew solemner.
"My father inherited this house and the butter franchise from his brother when he was twenty-three, after my uncle was in a car accident."
"Are you inheriting it from your dad?" She glared at me, and I gave her a "what-did-I-do" look.
"I plan on doing something good for the world, instead of causing bad-cholesterol and obesity. My parents don't approve, and chances are they'll disown me when I start my 'chosen' profession." Sonny put a hand on her shoulder.
"What do you want to do then?"
"An author, or perhaps an actress."
"How's that supposed to do good."
"Entertaining the world, giving people hope, donating money to charities, using my star power to encourage people to recycle and help those in need. All stuff celebrities nowadays do for publicity instead of the fact that they should do it to begin with."
"Oh." I always forgot that there was a world outside of LA.
"Well, I better get inside before they send the dogs out." She turned to Sonny and gave her a hug, and then turned to me. She reached out, and I gave her the hug that she should have gotten with her autograph. "Treat her well, Chad." She pulled away and walked up the stairs. "See you on TV." She walked into the house, and we walked to the limo.
As we stepped into the vehicle, I saw the picture of me I had signed earlier. I grabbed the photo and shouted a quick, "Hang on," as I ran out the automobile.
Up the stairs to her front door, I was about to ring the doorbell when I heard a loud scream. I saw Abbie run into the arms of a man about her age. I assumed he was her brother, until I saw them share a passionate kiss. I smiled and stuck the picture in her mailbox. She'd find it tomorrow.
3rd person POV
The next week, a charity called "The Abbie Foundation" opened, and operated as the largest funded cooperation created for aiding those suffering from disasters. Another charity, "The Young Actors of The World Foundation," was also established. This one's purpose was to allow the children to take acting courses to see whether they could handle being an actor. Those showing the most promise were offered small roles on popular TV shows, namely "Mackenzie Falls" and "So Random."
The creators of these assistances, Sonny Munroe and Chad Dylan Cooper, stated that these ideas were not their own, but those of an unnamed source wishing to do good for the world.
A few weeks after these launches, a young, unheard of actress starred in a box office record-breaking movie about mutant soccer moms. The girl, going by just her first name – Abbie, has now been offered many other movie roles, along with a proposition of being the main character of a new series, Abbie's World. No word was mentioned on whether any decisions had been made.
And there you have it. The final chapter. You all should review, because then it will motivate me to continue working on my multi-chap iCarly fic, and once that's done, I'll start my SWAC multi-chap. (You know, eventually.) So, review!
XXKodyXx
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