Hello you beautiful people!
I am pleased to present the first chapter of my new story, and the sequal to MGSAAGT!! Like I have said numerous times before, this one is less drama filled and more zany and crazy. But nonetheless, I hope that you guys will enjoy it! And yes, it is one of those A-Z stories, but a little different than all of the others. Mainly because these are not dates, but weddings. Oh well...enjoy! And please review!!
Disclaimer - I do not own SWAC
The midday sun beat down on my bare shoulders, making my whole body tingle with the heat. A slight breeze blew across me, ruffling my chocolate curls and making my full, white skirt ripple to the side. I self-consciously brought a hand up to my hair and patted it down, trying to get every wayward strand back in place. My left hand tightened around the bouquet of flowers that I held, the sweet smell of the roses and daisies mixing together as it met with my nose, causing a goofy smile to spread across my face.
To my right I could see the faces of my mother, Lucy, Marshall and the rest of the So Random! cast beaming up at me. Mom dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, trying desperately to keep her tears at bay, but failing. I wrapped my fingers firmer around the crook of my father's elbow and blew a kiss to my mother as I walked past her, down the white aisle towards my future.
Chad Dylan Cooper.
He stood tall and proud next to the priest, his hands folded in front of him. He was clad in a black suit and a white shirt, the way his sun-kissed blonde hair lay across his forehead accentuating his ocean blue eyes. As he saw me approaching him, he started to smile. He nudged the priest and whispered something to him, something that I couldn't hear.
Tawni – my maid of honour – was standing on the other side of Chad, and her mouth opened slightly. She slapped his arm with her hand and started to giggle. She then shot me a look which clearly said, He's so in love with you.
I blushed and looked down at my silk heels, keeping in time to the steady pace of the Bridal March. I couldn't believe that this was happening; after everything that Chad and I had been through, we were finally getting married.
I finally arrived at the altar, and Dad took my hand from his elbow and kissed it lightly before placing it in Chad's. I blinked away my tears and pressed my lips against my father's cheek, smiling shakily when he placed his hand against my own, looking at me tenderly. He turned and took his place beside my mother, and the priest cleared this throat.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate the joining of two young souls, Chad Dylan Cooper and Sonny Munroe. If anyone wishes to object to this union of holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."
The audience was quiet, save for my mother sniffling. She blew her nose loudly into the handkerchief and my father placed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to his side. A sudden gust of wind blew, sending up freshly mown grass blades and flower petals, swirling around us like a tornado.
I let out a joyful giggle, and Chad grasped my hands in his, looking at me lovingly.
"Do you, Sonny Munroe, take Chad Dylan Cooper to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest asked, peering at me over his little reading glasses.
"I do," I choked out, letting the tears fall freely down my face.
The priest turned to the man standing across from me. "And do you, Chad Dylan Cooper, take Sonny Munroe to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Chad opened his mouth, but instead of echoing the two words that I had said, he started to...sing?
"Well can you feel this magic in the air? It must've been the way you kissed me," his voice was decidedly feminine, and his eyes widened with each word, the song just pouring out of his mouth. "Fell in love when I saw you standing there, it must've been the way, today was a fairytale."
Everything suddenly disappeared and the next thing I knew I was in my bedroom, tangled up in my purple comforter and hugging a fluffy pillow against my chest. I blinked my eyes twice, trying to get used to the flood of light that bombarded me from the direction of the windows. I slapped at my alarm clock, which was playing the newest Taylor Swift song, trying to locate and press the SNOOZE button at the same time.
I froze when I realized what was going on. Of course it had just been a dream. That wedding was far too perfect to have been real. And my father had been there...the same father who had walked out on our family all of those years ago.
"Ugh," I groaned, rolling over. I dug the heels of my hands into my eyes and pushed down until I saw the floating red dots dancing in front of me. "What time is it?"
My bedroom door opened and shut, and I pulled my hands away from my face to see who was there. I was greeted with the smiling face of my mother, whose black hair was hanging down so low that the ends were tickling my cheeks.
"Happy birthday, sleepy!" she said cheerfully, tweaking the tip of my nose with her index finger. Her eyes widened in alarm when she took a closer look at my face and she swiftly sat on the edge of my bed, bringing one hand to rest gently on my shoulder. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"
I raised an eyebrow, looking at her in confusion. "Mom, what are you talking about?"
She grazed my cheek with one of her fingertips, bringing it close enough to my eyes for me to see the droplet of water that clung to her skin. "You're crying. What happened?"
I scrubbed at my cheeks, eliminating any trace of saltwater that was left. "Nothing," I replied, sitting up and gathering my sheets around me. "I was just...having a dream, that's all."
My mother nodded understandingly and got up, drawing her robe closed around her. "Well, birthday girl, get up and at 'em, because you have got quite a busy day today," she said, tying the strings on her terry bathrobe into a big, floppy bow. "Meet me in the kitchen in a few minutes, alright Sonny?"
I stood up and stretched, letting out a huge yawn. "Okay Mom." I slipped my feet into my fuzzy cow slippers and stumbled over to the bathroom, flicking on the light with my right hand and kicking open the door. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and ran a comb through my hair, getting out all of the tangles and snarls that had happened while I had slept. I gathered my hair back and tied it in a ponytail, checking for any bumps in the mirror before making my way to the kitchen.
I could already smell the delicious aroma of chocolate chip pancakes – my favourite – as I walked down the hall, scratching my stomach. Before my mother had even mentioned it, I had completely forgotten that today was my twentieth birthday, the big one oh. But she was right. As of today I was no longer a teenager. I was twenty. Just thinking it made me feel old.
"Sonny, you coming?" my mother's voice rang out, coming from behind the closed kitchen door.
"Yeah, I'm here, I'm here," I said, swinging open the door and entering the room. What I saw made my heart stop, and my mother gleefully clapped her hands when she saw my expression. She must have been in on this whole thing...she must have planned it!
"Chad? What are you doing here?" I asked incredulously, crossing my arms over my chest. I had fallen asleep in an extremely low cut tank top, and had I known that Chad would be stopping by this early I would have changed. I looked down at the short shorts that I was wearing and shot my mom a look. She shrugged innocently and opened her palms upwards to the ceiling, the grin still on her face.
My boyfriend/fiancé uncrossed his arms and pushed away from the counter that he had been leaning on. "Good morning to you too, Sonny," he said, coming in for a hug. I let him encase me in his arms and sagged against his body, welcoming the contact. The gesture made me remember my dream and I blushed. Chad kissed my forehead. "Happy birthday, Sonny."
I turned my head up and kissed his lips. "Thanks," I whispered once I had pulled away.
My mother cleared her throat and we both turned to look at her simultaneously. Once she noticed that she had our attention, she held up a heaping plate of pancakes and gave us a sheepish smile. "Pancakes?"
"Okay Mom, those were the best pancakes that you have ever made," I said, wiping my mouth with my napkin and leaning back in my chair. "Thank you so much! My birthday is already off to a good start."
My mother hung the kitchen towel back on the stove handle and tied her hair back in an impromptu bun. "Actually, sweetie, Chad made them."
My mouth dropped open. "You cook?"
Chad smirked and mirrored my position, resting his head against the back of his chair. "I'm a man of many talents," he said, straightening the cutlery on his messy plate. His cell phone suddenly went off and he exchanged a suspicious look with my mom, which certainly did not go unnoticed by me.
"What's going on?" I asked, pursing my lips. I looked back and forth between the two most important people in my life, knowing that something was up and wondering what it was.
My mother waved a hand in my direction, attempting to wave off any of my growing suspicion. "Oh, Sonny, sweetie, nothing," she said, tightening her robe with a swift flick of her wrists. "Why don't you go and get ready to go to work. Chad said that he'd drive you today, so you don't have to take your car."
I gave them one more narrow-eyed stare and then pushed back my chair from the table, getting to my feet, which were already cramping inside my fuzzy cow slippers. I never usually wore them for this long, and my feet were unaccustomed to the small amount of space for extended periods of time. I walked out of the kitchen and back to my bedroom, not without sending a couple glances over my shoulder at the two people who I had left in the kitchen. Every time that I looked back at them, they broke off in their conversation and smiled innocently at me, my mother even waving.
I rummaged around in my closet and pulled out a plaid skirt, lacy camisole and leather jacket. I draped these over my unmade bed and went into my bathroom, locking the door behind me. I turned on the shower and cranked the hot water up so that the whole room was filled with steam, sticky and humid. I almost couldn't breathe, but that's just the way that I like my showers.
I scrubbed my body and washed my hair, the scent of lavender filling the air around me. Once I was completely clean I took off the tap and wrapped myself up in my huge blue towel, creating a cocoon around my body. I rubbed my arms and legs dry, put on my bra and underwear and slipped into my robe. I folded the towel over my dripping hair like a turban and stepping out of the bathroom, steam escaping and caking the air once I cracked open the door.
I entered my bedroom and screamed when I found Chad lounging on my bed. He had been texting someone on his cell phone, but at the sound of my shriek his head snapped up. The minute he saw me his cheeks started to flush, turning so red that they almost rivalled mine.
"What are you doing in here?" I asked, breathing heavily. My scream had been so loud and high that it had knocked the breath right out of me. I was surprised that my mother hadn't come running into the bedroom, but then again, I supposed that she knew what I would find when I was finished taking a shower.
Sure enough, Chad answered by saying, "Your mom said that I could wait for you in here."
I shook my head. "Can you step outside for a sec, please Chad? I kinda need to put on my clothes."
He nodded and got to his feet, pocketing his cell phone as he strode past me to the door. I sighed and closed it behind him, taking extra precautions and flicking the lock on the doorknob. I quickly disrobed and shimmied into my outfit, completing the look with high heeled black ankle boots and a necklace with an oversized heart on the end. I slipped some bangles onto my wrist, blow dried and brushed my hair, applied my makeup and then opened back my bedroom door, surprised to see Chad leaning against the wall and texting again.
"Who are you texting?" I asked, trying to peer over his shoulder at the miniscule screen. The extra four inches of my heels gave me a good boost of height, but I was still no match for my boyfriend, who snapped his cell closed and stuffed it in his pocket.
"No one," he replied nonchalantly. He smiled at me and cocked his head towards my front door. "Ready to go?"
I nodded and took his hand. "Mom, we're going to work!" I called out, expecting to hear a response. I got nothing, and instead heard the sound of the water being turned on, signalling that my mother had gone to bathe. I was just about to grab a paper and pen and scrawl her out a quick note when Chad enclosed his fingers around mine, gently pulling me towards the door.
"I told her that we were leaving while you were dressing," he said. His cell phone vibrated in his pocket, shaking the swath of cloth, but he ignored it. "Come on, you don't want to be late, do you?"
I shook my head, and my curls bounced from shoulder to shoulder. "Not really. Let's go then."
On the way to work, with the wind whipping through my hair since the convertible top was down, Chad and I tried to get a start on our planning. We had been engaged for about a half a year, and we hadn't even decided what kind of wedding we wanted yet. I wanted a big, white, traditional wedding in the springtime, so that we could have it outdoors, but Chad wanted something a little more low-key, saying that the smaller it was, the less planning it required.
"Oh, c'mon, Chad, at least think about it!" I whined, clasping my hands together and looking pleadingly at him. "Consider the possibility?"
He turned onto the Condor Studios lot and parked the car. "We'll see," he told me, cutting the engine and hopping out of the vehicle. "Come on, let's get inside."
The minute that that I stepped into the Prop House, I was bombarded with a boatload of things. First, I saw balloons, streamers and banners, all brightly coloured and hanging all over the room. I heard whistles, cheers and cat-calls, a medley of voices all screaming out birthday wishes to me. I was almost knocked over when Tawni ran over to me and gave me a hug, thrusting a package at my chest and begging for me to open it.
"What is all of this?" I asked, looking around the room at all of the festivities. There were cake, ice cream, presents and even a piñata. I turned to my boyfriend and saw the smile on his face, my suspicions growing. "Did you do all of this? Was this what all of that texting was about?"
He shrugged and pulled me over to the refreshment table, where a huge triple-decker chocolate cake stood. On the top there was a picture of me and twenty candles, all flickering brightly. "Happy birthday Sonny," he said again, and leant down to kiss me.
We were, however, rudely interrupted by a loud blech! that come from behind us. We both turned around to see Tawni standing there, her hand over her mouth. "Geeze, how many times are you guys going to kiss?" she demanded, her hazel eyes sad. "It only reminds me of how much I miss Joe!"
By Joe, she meant her boyfriend, Joe Jonas, who was away on tour in Europe at the moment. He and his two brothers were supposed to be coming home tomorrow, so I don't know what Tawni was complaining about. But then again, if Chad ever had to go away for months at a time to film a movie, I guess that I would be equally as mopey as she had been for the last few months.
"I'm sorry, Tawni," I sympathized, breaking out of Chad's grip and resting a hand on my friend's shoulder. She blinked gratefully at me, and within an instant her whole expression changed.
"Hey, Sonny, you know what would make me feel better?" she asked, flashing me her infamous Tawni Hart smile.
I had a feeling that I was going to regret asking this, but, "What Tawn?"
She pointed at the package in my hands. "If you unwrapped my present!"
I smiled and sat down on the couch, calling everyone to gather around me for the main event. Once everyone was here, I gingerly ripped open the festive paper to reveal a shiny white box. The ends were stuck down with tape, but I recognized the insignia on the cover as being the logo for my favourite store. I wondered if it was the dress that I had been looking at last week, but never bought.
I cut the tape using a knife from the refreshment table and opened up the box. Inside, nestled among tissue paper was the black and pink polka dotted dress that I had admired. I lifted it out of the box and when I did, something hard and flat fell out into my lap.
"Thank you so much, Tawn!" I cried. "But what's this?"
She smiled mischievously. "It's a wedding planning book. You and Chad just cannot seem to get your plans in order, and I'm not getting any younger here! I want to be the maid of honour soon! So I got you guys this planning book thingie to help get this show on the road."
I flipped through the book, taking a careful look at all of the pages. They were all embossed with golden flowers, and the lines to write out the plans were golden and shiny. There were week planners, with the dates to be filled in.
"Pretty cool," I said, folding the dress back and resting the book on top of it. I put them both back in the box and closed the lid, setting the gift aside so that it didn't mix in with the others.
Nico and Grady got me a soggy box of ice cream sandwiches. When I had stripped all over the paper away and revealed the gift, Nico had shot Chad an accusatory look and explained to me, "So that your boyfriend Chip wouldn't have to take ours."
Zora had, apparently, gone gift shopping for me with her aunt. She had gotten me a thick book, no less than three hundred pages, entitled, 1001 Ways To Make a Ponytail. The youngest cast member of our little on set family had repeatedly told me on occasion that her aunt liked to collect books with 1001 ways to do normal, everyday things. She had, according to Zora, 1001 Ways To Make Up Your Bed, and 1001 Ways To Create a Crepe Paper Rose.
"Wow, thanks Zor," I said, turning the book to read the back. "This is...interesting."
She rolled her eyes. "I know Sonny, my aunt likes to give them out too. It's not enough to collect them for herself, now she has to share her crazy fetish with the world."
I laughed and hugged the book against my chest. "No, really, I love it. I love all of my gifts...thanks you guys."
Tawni wrinkled her nose. "Even the soggy ice cream?"
"Even the soggy ice cream."
Chad tugged on my hand and I turned to look at him. "What's wrong?"
"I didn't get to give you my present yet," he answered. He dug around in his pocket and produced a jewellery box small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. Tawni gasped and ushered everyone else outside so fast that if I blinked I would have missed it.
"We'll just leave you two lovebirds alone," she winked exaggeratedly at me and closed the Prop House door behind her.
I shook the box in my hand, hearing a faint rattling coming from whatever was inside. He had already proposed, so it wasn't an engagement ring. What else could it be though? A necklace? A bracelet?
"Sonny, are you going to open it?" he asked, gently poking me in the shoulder.
I blinked and then carefully pried off the lid, gasping when I saw what was inside. Balanced on a cloud of white fluff was a delicate silver chain with a single cookie charm hanging from it. I blinked away the tears in my eyes and turned to Chad, a silly smile on my face. "Cookies as in the time we got together?"
I remembered that day so well, because it had been one of the best days of my life. Unfortunately (at the time) Mr. Condor had paired us up to bake five dozen cookies for his charity ball. Chad, being his stupid, egotistical jerky self, dumped a whole bowl of flour over my head. I retaliated by cracking two eggs over his precious hair, and we ended up having a food fight which involved every single ingredient in that kitchen, including the three pounds of chocolate chips (let's just say that I can never wear that shirt – or bra – again). When we had run out of suitable food to throw, I had launched myself on Chad, knocking him to the floor in my rage. I was sitting down on top of him, ready to hit him, when I just leant down and planted a kiss against his lips.
Chad nodded, his eyes trained on my face, trying to gauge whether or not I like the present. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him with fervour, tangling my fingers in his smooth blonde hair. "I love it," I said, pulling away and looking sincerely in his eyes. "Will you put it on for me?"
He gingerly raised the chain from the box and opened the clasp, resting the pendant flat against the base of my neck. Just as he was about to fasten it, a loud yell coming from the back entrance of the Prop House caught our attention and we both turned around, Chad's hands suspended in mid-air.
"Tawni! I came back a day early!" Joe Jonas cried, running into the room with his arms open. Nick and Kevin followed closely behind, and they all stopped when they saw the virtually empty room. "Tawni?"
"Joe!" The front entrance slammed open and Tawni ran into the room as fast as she could on her strappy heels. Obviously, she had been listening at the door when she had claimed to leave me and Chad alone, and had heard the entrance of her musician boyfriend. "Joe, you came back! Oh, I missed you so much!"
She jumped into his muscular arms and kissed him passionately, holding his face in her hands. It was like a scene out of a romantic movie, save for the fact that there were four innocent bystanders in this case who didn't exactly need to see their very obvious PDA.
"So...," Nick Jonas said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. He kept looking back and forth between me and Chad. His eyes zeroed in on the necklace that was still in Chad's grasp and his eyes narrowed, causing me to inwardly groan. Months before, Nick had tried to break the two of us up twice by kissing me, just because he was jealous of our relationship. Mr. Condor, after hearing about the little fiasco, had sent him and his brothers to Europe early to give his 'biggest money-makers' (namely me and Chad - his words, not mine) some peace. "Happy birthday, Sonny."
Although I was still upset with him over the whole lip locking trick, I was still going to be civil and polite. "Thank you," I said, giving him a thin-lipped smile.
Tawni, who had finally hopped down from Joe's lift and was no standing next to him, gripping his arms, seemed to notice the obvious tension in the room. She smiled nervously and began to push the three brothers out of the door, much like she had done with the guests minutes earlier. "Okay, come on, let's give them a moment alone," she said, almost already at the door.
The last I saw of them was Kevin poking his head back for one second to flash me a smile and say, "Happy birthday, Sonny." His comment was seconded by Joe, who was out of sight but not earshot. He screamed his birthday wishes to me from behind the closed door, and was answered by Tawni's high-pitched giggles.
The door shut with a click and I turned to Chad, smiling. "Now...where were we?"
He – finally! – clasped the necklace around my neck and I let my hair fall down from where I had been holding it up. Gently, I touched the silver cookie with one fingertip and gave Chad one more kiss. "Thank you so much. I love it!"
He smiled briefly at me before clearing his throat and looking down. I knew that something was wrong, but I couldn't possibly imagine what it could be. He had just given me a beautiful necklace, so he wasn't going to break up with me, was he? But no, he couldn't. He was my fiancé, and you don't just dump your fiancé unless you had a good reason. And you especially don't dump your fiancé after giving her a necklace...unless you wanted to leave her something to remember you by.
Fear clutched my heart as I asked him in a small voice, "Chad...what's wrong? Are you going to break up with me?"
He looked up in surprise, his blue eyes flashing with bewilderment. "Sonny, no! How could you even think that? I love you...but I was just thinking about what Tawni said."
"You know what, Sonny, I don't want to do this now. Not on your birthday, okay?"
Anger flared up inside of me and I jumped to my feet. "Do what now? What's going on, Chad? If you don't want to marry me, you can just say so, you know. Stringing me along isn't doing anybody any good at all."
Chad got to his feet too and tried to place his hands on my shoulders, attempting to calm me down. "Sonny, can you just listen? I don't not want to marry you! I was just thinking about how we can never get our wedding plans in order because we always disagree on the type of wedding that we want. You want big, fancy, fairytale, and I want smaller, less planning, low key. I don't want to have to invite 500 people, I don't want to give the paparazzi one more place to snap our pictures."
Whenever I got angry or frustrated, I always said things that made no sense, and unfortunately, this was one of those times. "So what Chad, are you embarrassed to be seen with me? Don't want everyone to know that I'm your bride?" I don't even know where that came from, and I knew that wasn't at all what he was saying, but for some reason the statement poured out of my mouth before I could stop it.
Luckily, he didn't take it to heart, which was very un-Chad-like of him. Instead, he sat me down on the couch and knelt in front of me. "Sonny, you know that I don't feel that way. But you also know that I don't really like to do things on my own; I have people do it for me. And well....I can't have someone else plan my wedding, can I?"
I shook my head.
"So," he continued in a soothing voice, "Why don't we just make it a small thing?"
"Because, Chad," I said, standing up and stepping around him. "Ever since I was a little girl, I've dreamed of having a fancy, lavish white wedding. It's been my life's dream! Besides," I concluded, folding my arms and shooting him a smug look. "You know that there is no such thing as a better wedding than a traditional wedding."
Chad faced me square on, his arms also folded. "Oh yeah, Munroe? I bet you that I could find 25 different ways to get married, all better than a traditional white wedding. Because I'm just creative like that."
This intrigued me. "Oh really?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. "Well, why don't we make this a little more interesting? You say that you can find 25 different ways? Well, let's bump it up to 26 and make it a different way for each letter for the alphabet and let's see how creative you really are."
He raised one eyebrow. "Fine, we can do that."
"Fine, we will."
"Good! And to make this even better, we need to make some rules."
"Oh yeah? Like what?" Chad asked, stepping closer to me. "What are your little rules, Munroe?"
I ticked them off on my fingers as I recited, "Rule one: You can't just make a list. You have to actually show me why these weddings are so amazing. This means we have to have a trial run: 26 weddings in 26 weeks."
Chad smirked at me. "Someone's a little eager to marry me, huh? But really Munroe, 26 different weddings?" Something seemed to dawn on him and his eyes lit up. "You do know that this also means 26 different honeymoons, right?"
I rolled my own eyes. "Haha, very funny. But these are trial runs. As in, not official. No honeymoon until we have the real thing. Rule two: No repeats. For example, you cannot have B for beach and O for ocean, and both times we're getting married on the sand. And if you can't find 26 different ways to get married, then I win and we have a traditional wedding. But if you can, well then we can discuss and see what other options we have. You said you were creative? Well prove it."
"Well fine, I will," he said before turning on his heel and walking away. A mischievous glint had flashed in his eyes before he had turned, and I suddenly had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Oh, hey, Chad? Where are you going?"
Without even turning around, he answered, "To borrow a book from someone."
A book? I wracked my brain, trying to decipher what he had just said. Too late, I remembered Zora telling me once that her aunt had found the ultimate prize, a book that was out of print. She had located and bought the last remaining copy in the world, and was extremely proud of her achievement. The title?
1001 Wacky Ways to have a Wedding.
I had a feeling that winning this bet wasn't going to be as easy as I had initially thought it was.
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