Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my lack of a love life and the fact that I have developed a ginormous crush on Sterling Knight. I think that sentence should go in the Gneiss Book of World Records as the most pathetic statement ever made. Yup, it should totally win an award.
Summary: When Tawni thinks it's time to get Sonny dating, she decides to throw a party in order for Sonny to meet people. Will her plan work or will Sonny realize that the guy she needs has been right there the whole time?
Dateless in Hollywood
"Can you believe that?" Sonny Munroe demanded as she watched yet another couple pass by holding hands, laughing and talking.
"Believe what?" Tawni Hart asked, flipping her recently highlighted locks over her shoulder.
"Believe that!" Sonny jabbed a finger towards the couple walking a few feet ahead, "That is the twelfth couple I have seen all day!"
"You've been counting?" Tawni asked, "Look, Sonny that is just a little bit…concerning and a lot pathetic. You need a boyfriend, desperately!"
"Tawni, I am too busy to have a boyfriend in between school work and filming, it just isn't possible."
"It is so possible!" Tawni interjected, "Look at you, you're out here spending your Saturday shopping with me when you could be down at the board walk or the Cineplex with a really cute guy."
"Guys just aren't that interested in me," Sonny admitted shyly. Tawni Hart was the definition of Hollywood. If you were to open up the Webster's Dictionary and look under "Hollywood" – there her picture would be, all pink and glitter and gleam - she had tons of guys fawning after her; it just wasn't fair, "They see me as just, well, one of the guys."
"No they don't!" Tawni laughed.
"Then explain this," Sonny sighed, "When Nico and Grady needed someone to help them with dating advice, they went to Zora! When they needed someone to be the score keeper of their bowling tournament, they asked me. It's just the way it has always been with guys and me."
Tawni let out an exasperated sigh, "You are so pathetic, Sonny Munroe, did you know that? Besides, Nico and Grady worship the very ground you walk upon. You aren't totally terrible looking. How about this!"
"I never have been a fan of your plans, Tawni. They always end up with one of us miserable."
"But lucky for us, if this plan backfires, you'll be the one sobbing and eating ice cream from the carton and surrounded by Kleenexes. Will you just listen to my plan?"
"Not after that comment, no," Sonny rolled her eyes as she took bite out of her giant, oversized pretzel.
"Hear me out, alright?" Tawni asked. Her voice was desperate and so was Sonny. What Tawni had said was true, she was pretty pathetic and was in need of a boyfriend. She supposed she could at least just listen to Tawni's plan.
"Alright," Sonny finally gave in, "What's your plan?"
"Well," Tawni grinned, "When my mother was in between her fifth and sixth marriages, she was in a desperate relationship hole. She wasn't dating and so she threw herself a party, inviting only her friends and her each friend had to invite at least three but no more than five guys. She picked one that she got along well with and he was husband number seven."
"What happened to husband number six?" Sonny asked, unsure if she wanted to hear the answer.
"Oh, well…we don't discuss him," Tawni shrugged the question off as if it were a tattered sweater, "So, what do you say? We can throw you a party to meet guys!"
"You have got to be kidding me," Sonny rolled her eyes unappreciatively, "If you think me counting couples is pathetic, having a party to meet guys is even more pathetic! Imagine what people would say – the tabloids and…and Chad!"
"Chad?" Tawni gagged, "What does he have to do with anything?"
"He always makes fun of me. If he was to somehow hear about this party, he would never let me live it down. Each time I will see him, he will just remind me of how pathetic it is to throw a party for yourself to meet guys."
"But if you meet a guy that is totally smokin' then he won't think you're pathetic. If anything, he'll be jealous."
"Never mind," Tawni laughed, "Look, Sonny, what will it hurt? We're already shopping, I can take you to buy a hot outfit and we can do your hair and makeup! It will be so much fun!"
"I don't know," Sonny chewed on her pretzel, "I mean, something about this feels…weird."
"Of course it feels weird, but imagine how good you'll feel once you meet the guy of your dreams!"
"I suppose…who all would we invite?"
"Well, Nico, Grady, me, Chad, and they have to bring guy friends."
"Chad will be there?" Sonny asked, her voice resembling a deflated balloon, "Great."
"He does have lots of hot Hollywood guy friends – he's bound to. I mean, he's Chad!"
"True," Sonny mused, "Alright."
"Alright, I'll do it!"
Tawni squealed, grabbing hold of Sonny's wrist and dragging her towards one of the boutiques, "I am so proud of you, Sonny! Now we need to pick out a dress and get some new makeup for you and…"
Sonny toned her out as she was dragged in and out of all the different shops. She had to admit, she was slightly excited about the party. She did have an opportunity to meet some very cute guys. It might just work out for the best.