This is it, you guys. The end. That last chapter. *sniff*
By the way....I don't really like Lucas Till that much. I do, however, like his voice.
Disclaimer - I do not own SWAC, JONAS or HM:TH
There was a beat of awkward silence following Nick's question which was broken by Sonny. She smiled tentatively and reached down to grasp my hand, wrapping her fingers around mine. "Oh, umm, sure!" she chirped brightly, but I heard her voice waver a bit at the end. She wasn't as comfortable talking with Nick as she would have liked, given their history.
He breathed a sigh of relief and gestured over to the table in the farthest corner of the room, away from everyone else. Sonny raised her eyebrows at me in confusion, but nonetheless led the way, pulling on my hand the entire time. We walked past Tawni dancing with Joe, Kevin and Danielle swaying on the dance floor and Nico and Grady trying to flirt with Chelsea and Nicole, although they were failing.
Finally, we reached the table and I pulled out a chair and sat down, tapping my fingers against the tabletop. The decorative vase that stood in the middle of the surface held a single, wilting rose, but the scent hung in the air around us. Nick wrinkled his nose, but Sonny's eyes lit up. She picked up a fallen petal from in front of the vase and smoothed it out in her palm, the dark red a stark contrast against her pale skin.
"So...?" I prompted, looking pointedly at Nick, who was avoiding any eye contact with the two of us. He looked up and smiled sheepishly at us, showing his teeth. "What did you want to talk to us about?"
"Well...look, I just wanted to apologize to Sonny," he said, glancing over at her. "Because, well, I know that kissing her was wrong, especially because she already has a boyfriend" – at this, he turned to look at me. When he had been addressing Sonny, there had been nothing but sorrow and adoration reflected in his eyes. However, the minute he turned to me, his eyes darkened with a mixture of the same sorrow, only joined this time by resentment and anger – "and ever since she ran out of my room, I've been thinking. I realized that well...I shouldn't have done that."
"Hey, Nick," Joe walked over to our table, his arm slung over Tawni's shoulder. She was wearing his suit jacket over her dress, covering the front so that it wasn't as obvious that she and Portlyn were wearing the same dress. Her arm was doubled over, gripping at the exact hand that was resting on her shoulder. "Did you do that thing that we talked about?"
Nick blushed all the way up to his curly roots. He narrowed his eyes and fixed his glare onto his older brother, who was completely clueless as to how aggravated he had just made Nick. "I was kind of in the middle of that," he ground out between clenched teeth.
Joe's eyes widened and he gripped his chin with his free hand. "Oh, well...carry on, then," he said, backing away from the table slowly. Tawni, startled by the sudden movement, stumbled in her heels, but Joe caught and steadied her. Her expression morphed from one of surprise to gratitude, and she kissed his cheek, giggling and whispering in his ear as they walked away.
I, for one, was sickened by that little exchange of PDA. Nick, who was sitting across from me, gagged fakely, in a way that made it obvious that he was exaggerating. For that one moment, I thought that we had something in common (unlike Sonny, who was making puppy dog eyes at the retreating couple). But the minute that Nick slid his gaze over to Sonny, longing clearly decipherable on his face, any positive thoughts that I had had of him flew from my head. Of course the only reason why seeing his brother that happy had sickened him was because he couldn't get the girl of his dreams, who was, incidentally, my girlfriend. Or rather, fiancé.
Sonny shifted a little in her seat, pushing the chair away from the table and then pulling it back in again. "So, you were saying, Nick?"
He snapped out of his trance and nodded his head, trying to get his thoughts back in order. "Right. So, I was saying that I wanted to apologize. I mean, I do want to apologize. To both of you; to Sonny because I know that it was the wrong thing to do, and to Chad because I shouldn't have gone after your girlfriend like that. So...I'm sorry. I really hope that you guys can forgive me, because my brothers and I are going to be working here for a while, and I really don't want any animosity between our show and So Random! and Mackenzie Falls. Do you guys forgive me?"
He gave us this look, widening his brown eyes and furrowing his brow slightly. I realized that this most be the same look that had girls all over the world falling for him, the look that had earned them the title of The Cute, Sensitive One.
Sonny bit her lip, and I knew that she was going to forgive him. She had that look in her eyes, that nice, sweet girl shine. Sure enough, the next words out of her mouth were, "Of course I forgive you, Nick. Just don't try it again, alright?" she tacked on to the end jokingly, giving my hand a squeeze.
The two of them looked at me, expectation evident on their faces. I stared blankly back at them, completely confused as to what I was supposed to do until Sonny nudged me with her knee. When I turned to her for an explanation, she raised her eyebrows and shook her head in the direction of Nick, her jaw set.
I sighed. "Fine, I guess that I forgive you too."
The smile that spread over Nick's face was so big that it rivalled Sonny's trademark grin. "Thanks you guys. Thank you so much."
Sonny smiled sweetly at him, but I waved my hand in a dismissive gesture and leaned back in my chair, running my hands through my hair. Sonny dropped the rose petal back on the table and brought her hand up to my head, flattening a tuft of hair onto my forehead.
Nick studied us for a second and then looked over at me. "Uh, Chad, I think that Nico's calling you," he said, pointing his finger towards the table with the punchbowl.
I turned around and saw the Random filling a cup with the red liquid, but he didn't seem to be trying to get my attention. I looked back at Nick and cocked my head to the side. "Are you sure?"
He nodded, making his curls bounce and wobble. "He is, he was just getting a drink when you checked. You should probably go and see what's going on, it'll only take two minutes. Me and Sonny will stay here, and then you can come back and join us."
I pursed my lips, but got to my feet. I didn't exactly trust Nick, but Nico was my – for lack of a better word – friend, and I should go and see what he wanted. I kissed Sonny's head and was talking away from the table when I felt a pressure on my left forearm. I looked back and saw Sonny holding onto me, tugging me back towards her.
"The punch," she reminded me, flashing me one of her special smiles. "When you're finished whatever he wants, don't forget to bring back some punch, alright?"
I nodded and then cut across the dance floor, weaving between couples bobbing around to the beat. I arrived at the punch table just as Nico was leaving, but I called him back, my voice barely audible over the loud music. "Hey, Nico, what did you want?"
"What are you talking about, Chip?" he asked, taking a huge gulp from his drink. He lowered his cup and stared at me incredulously. "I wasn't even calling you. I don't want you for anything."
"But," I pointed in the general direction of the table over my shoulder. "But Nick said that you were calling me."
Nico thought for a while, his face the picture of concentration. Something seemed to spark in his eyes and he snapped his fingers. "I was waving at Grady like this," he demonstrated, throwing his arms wildly in the air. His empty cup made crinkling noises as his hands tensed, squishing the soft plastic. "Maybe Nick thought that I was trying to get your attention."
I shrugged and pulled two plastic cups from the stack next to the punch bowl. "I guess," I said, dipping the ladle into the juice and emptying it into the cups. I picked them up, one in each hand, and nodded briefly at the comedian before heading back over to my table.
Was it possible that Nick had really mistaken Nico's hand signals as a way to call me over to him? Actually, come to think of it, did he really think that me and Nico were that close, to have a private conversation in the middle of a studio-wide dance?
Something didn't add up here. And as soon as I got to our table, I knew exactly what it was.
When Chad left, we experienced another awkward silence for about ten minutes. I just twiddled my thumbs and bopped my head to the beat of the music. Nick looked like he was seriously contemplating the fate of the entire world.
"So...," I started to say, but broke off when my companion moved.
Nick shifted in his chair so that we were full-on face-to-face. He leaned his elbows on the table and lifted himself from his chair so that he was closer to me than I would have liked. "Sonny," he said, his voice suddenly deeper than its original pitch. "Sonny...I can't do this anymore. I really like you...I really, really do."
"Nick, we went through this already. Chad is my boy-mmmph!" I was cut off once again, only this time it wasn't by a distraction. Nick pressed his lips over mine, silencing me with an unwanted kiss. I flailed around, squirming in my chair and trying to free myself from his iron grip. When that didn't work, I slapped his chest with my hands, trying to make him let go.
At the surprise of hearing's Chad's voice, Nick loosened his grip, which made it easier for me to break free. I got up from the table and ran over to Chad, almost slipping on the punch that was spilt all over the floor. Two plastic cups were lying at his feet, rolling on their sides, so he must have brought them and dropped them when he had seen what was happening. I hid behind him and gripped one arm with a shaky hand.
"H-he came onto me, I swear!" I whispered, trying to scrub away my tears with the heel of my hand.
Chad kissed the top of my head. "Shh, I know. I know that you wouldn't do that," he said comfortingly, glaring at Nick. He squeezed my shoulders and stepped away from me, dangerously slowly. I knew from the look on his face what he was about to do, and before he could even raise a hand I screamed out his name.
"Chad...please don't. You'll get in trouble. Let's just go, alright? I don't want to be here anymore anyways," I pleaded, wrapping my fingers around the crook of his elbow and trying to pull him back towards me. He sent one more glare Nick's way, but allowed me to take him outside. Every other party-goer had stopped what they were doing to gawk at the scene unfolding in front of them, a scene which I was unfortunately a part of. They parted like the Red Sea for me and Chad to make our way to the door, and I caught a glimpse of Joe's disapproving face as he stared at the problem his baby brother had caused.
"Chad...it's okay," I whispered, ducking under his arm and slinging his hand over my shoulder. I snuggled into his side. "It's okay. I tried to push him off, I really did, but he was too strong."
He muttered something under his breath, something that sounded like stupid Jonas Brother and I smiled. I crept up on my tippy toes and planted a kiss on his lips, smiling when I felt him respond. I pulled away and smiled up at him. "I love you, Chad. Don't forget that, alright?"
"I love you too, Sonny. Always have, always will."
The next morning, Sonny and I were relaxing on the couch in the Prop House, our feet propped up and our heads lying against the pillows. Well, my head was against a pillow, and hers was resting on my chest. Her chocolate curls were splayed across my chest and my fingers gently stroked her hair, causing her to sigh in contentment.
After the disaster at the party last night, we had seeked refuge in this big familiar room, watching movies and talking – much like we had a couple nights before. Right after the first movie had finished, Tawni had come into the room, floating on air.
"Joe asked me to be his girlfriend!" she had squealed, and Sonny had jumped up from her seat on my lap and hugged her. It was almost like nothing had ever happened; no Nick, no kiss, no almost-fight.
"Chad?" Sonny said sleepily, breaking me out of my reverie.
"Your phone is vibrating against my stomach."
I dug my phone out of my pocket and gulped, catching sight of Mr. Condor's name on my Caller ID. I cleared my throat and pressed the accept button, putting the phone on speaker while I did so. "Hello? Mr. Condor?"
"Good morning Mr. Cooper," my boss's voice boomed much louder than I had anticipated and I started to search for the volume adjust control. I was completely dismayed to find that it was already as low as it could get, and gulped. Mr. Condor was a scary man. "Was Mr. Jonas giving you some trouble last night?"
I exchanged a look with Sonny. "How did you know, sir?" she asked, rubbing her eyes and staring quizzically at the phone.
"Oh, Miss Munroe, hello. And to answer your question, I know everything that happens in the studios. But I was just calling to tell you that you needn't worry about him anymore. He won't be able to bother you for a long time."
With that, the big boss man himself hung up, leaving us very perplexed on the other end of the line.
"What does he mean by that?" she asked in a small voice, resting her chin on her hand and looking at me, worry in her big brown eyes. "What happened to him and his brothers?"
"Sonny! Sonny! Sonny!" High pitched girlish screaming could be heard throughout the room and I sighed.
"Here comes Tawni," I muttered.
Right on cue, the blonde ran into the room, excitement written all over her face. "Sonny! Oh, hey Chad. Sonny! Guess what?!"
My fiancé – I loved to say that! – held up one hand. "Tawn, before we get into that, tell me one thing. Joe and his brothers? Where are they? Where did they go?"
Tawni's expression, which was once one of excitement, darkened with sadness. "He's on the European leg of the tour. They weren't supposed to leave for a few months still, but he got a call from Mr. Condor this morning. He said that Mr. Condor was letting them go earlier, to bring in more money. But anyways Sonny, guess what!" She brightened again, happy to be playing her little game.
"Well, now that JONAS is on hiatus until the boys come back, Mr. Condor is letting a new show film on their lot! And guess who's the star of this one?!"
Sonny clapped her hands excitedly, obviously as happy to be playing this game as Tawni was. "Oooh, who? Who?"
Sonny screamed. "Oh my gosh, I love him! With his deep voice and his cowboy charm! He was the only good thing about Hannah Montana: The Movie!!"
Tawni flapped her hands in front of her face, as if fanning herself. "I know!"
As the two girls squealed next to me, their shrieks getting higher and higher, I groaned and slapped one hand over my face. It was like déjà vu, only instead of the Jonas Brothers, it was this Lucas Till person. As if one time wasn't enough.
I'm a little iffy about the ending, but oh well. What's done is done, right?
I just wanted to thank you all for reading, reviewing, favouriting, alerting....the works. When I started this story I never even dreamed that it would be this popular. Which, I know, is a hugely cliche thing to say, but it's true. I had no idea that it would reach to 100 reviews, so I really thank you.
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