A/N: So I decided to take HoLlIwOoDbOuNd13's 100 word challenge! Enjoy! Oh – Sonny With A Chance is not mine.
"Why do his eyes have to be so darn…blue?" Sonny Munroe asked herself as she heatedly crossed her arms over her chest, "And why do they have to be so…bright when he wears blue shirts? And…why does his hair always have to look so…perfect?"
"What are you doing?" Tawni Hart asked as she plopped down next to Sonny, "You look lost."
"I was just thinking," Sonny answered dreamily.
"Oh," Tawni made a disgusted face, "Why?"
"No reason," Sonny shrugged, "It's pointless anyways."
Tawni shrugged, pulled out a file, and began to go to work on her perfectly manicured nails. She began to drone on and on about how they lady at the salon messed up her perfect nails and how she wished she could get her money back and how she was never going back to that place ever again.
Sonny wasn't really listening. She was too busy watching. She watched as Portlyn whispered something in his ear, she watched as he titled his head back, moving it slightly away from her, and laughed, she watched as she spooned a bite of German Chocolate Cake into his mouth, she watched as he looked over in her direction, she…oh crap! Sonny quickly dropped her head and started intently at the table they were sitting at. He couldn't have seen her starring! She just wanted to die.
By the time Chad Dylan Cooper had stood up, pushed his way towards her, and sat down in the vacant seat next to her, Sonny wished she was dead and buried. He scooted closer towards her and put his arm on the back of her chair. He had a habit of doing that – making her feel as though they belonged, as though they fit.
"Sonny?" Chad looked at her, his blue eyes wide, his voice soft and syrupy like melted honey.
"Chad?" Sonny returned the look, the voice.
"Why are you starring at me? I know I am Chad Dylan Cooper – the famous star of the hit tween-drama Mackenzie Falls – but still, it does get a tad bit annoying. I mean, can I not eat my German Chocolate Cake in peace?"
"Chad," Sonny scoffed, "I know your name and I know what show you're on. You don't need to keep reminding me. And just so you know, I was not starring at you!" Sonny laughed as if it was the most ridiculous accusation ever.
"Then what would you call it?" Chad asked.
"I was merely glancing towards the Mackenzie Falls table and my eyes happened to gaze upon you and…"
Chad sent Sonny a stern, knowing glare.
"Fine!" Sonny sighed in exasperation, "I was starring."
"I'm flattered," Chad placed his hand over his heart and added dramatically, "Really."
"Well don't be," Sonny bit with a tart voice, "Because I wasn't starring positively. I was starring because that shirt really is tacky. I am pretty sure I saw that shirt at the thrift store."
"What?" Chad gasped, horrified that his prized, designer would be seen in a bargain bin, "You're kidding."
"I wish I was. Now, if you don't want tons of blogs to be full of how C.D.C shops at thrift stores, I wouldn't wear that shirt ever again. In fact, for clarification, I wouldn't wear a blue shirt ever again."
"But blue is my best color!" Chad cried, "It brings out my eyes!"
"I know," Sonny thought to herself, "And that is exactly why you can't wear blue."
"I'm sorry, Chad," Sonny lied, "Really I am. But you don't want rumors or anything, do you?"
"I guess not. I'm going to go…change."
He got up and left without saying goodbye and Sonny watched him go, hoping that he would take her advice and hoping that he would never wear a blue shirt ever again.
"Why did you do that?" Tawni asked, "That wasn't a thrift-store knock-off. That was…"
"I know," Sonny sighed.
"Blue brings out his eyes."
"So, I can't stand his stupid blue eyes. They are just too…"
"Too…electrifying and too…captivating. They," Sonny laughed a loud, fake, laugh, "Almost make it impossible to hate him."
"But that's just ridiculous, right?" Tawn laughed along, "I mean, he's Chad. He is pretty hateable."
"Not to me," Sonny's mind wandered again, "Not to me."