Okay, so I wrote a couple of Channy multi-chaps a while ago, but then i got obsessed with Austin and Ally and so i kind of stopped writing SWAC, but then someone reminded me of how much I love Channy, so I wrote a one-shot because I was inspired...I think the idea has probably been done before, not exactly the same but in a similar way, but I think i made it pretty original...
Any ideas of how I could improve it or anything are welcomd, just please tell me tehm in a review! Thanks! :D
Disclaimer; I own nothing but the plot line.
The Cause of All My Problems
"Sonny! Come on, it's about to start! I want me a sammich!" Came Chad's impatient voice from the lounge. I rolled my eyes. I live in a tiny apartment with very thin walls. Did he have to be so loud?
"Might want to shout a little louder, Cooper. I don't think they heard you in China!" I called back, a lot quieter than he was.
"Just hurry up with the sammich!" he replied. I huffed. This was so not fair. I know what you're thinking. Why is Chad Dylan Cooper in Sonny Munroe's apartment? And why is he asking for a 'sammich'? Hell, why is she making him a 'sammich'? Well, I'll tell you. It's not of her own free will; I'll tell you that now for nothing.
See, the thing had was referring to when he said 'it's about to start' is the latest episode of Mackenzie Falls, which he is making me watch. Why? Because when I 'accidentally' shoved the mail cart into his back as he was walking away from me after yet another of our arguments, I kind of broke his leg. And since Chad lives in the penthouse of a really huge, upmarket apartment building, and he is too claustrophobic to use an elevator, he has to stay with me. It was times like this that I wish I hadn't insisted on a ground floor apartment.
You would think that one of his friends would have offered to take him in, or maybe one of his cast mates, but no. They're all too smart. So instead, the burden is placed on poor little Sonny, because she just so happens to be the cause of the problem in the first place. I mean, yeah, I see the logic, but he deserved the broken leg. I don't remember what the fight was about, but he deserved it.
Anyway, since I was the reason that Mr Condor's little 'Star' couldn't film for at least six weeks, my job was at stake. And the only way for me to keep my job was to look after Chad. And if Chad reported back to Mr Condor about me not making him feel 'perfectly at home', I was fired. Which, to Chad, meant I was waiting on him hand and foot.
I finished the sandwich, resisting the temptation to spit on it, and carried it into the lounge to Chad. He had his feet resting on the coffee table and was munching on the popcorn I had made him a few minutes ago, taking occasional sips of the latte I whipped up for him, wriggling to get comfortable in the pillows I fluffed for him and staring at the TV that I had turned on for him. Because apparently, a broken leg prevents him from using a remote.
I dumped the plate unceremoniously onto his lap, huffing and crossing my arms. He reached out and shoved me out of the way, causing me to stumble and fall into the table.
"Ouch!" I yelled. He didn't even glance at me. I pulled myself up and glared at him, then walked over and jumped onto the couch beside him.
"Inconsiderate, ungrateful jerk." I muttered. He glanced at me, one eyebrow raised in amusement.
"Thank you. I do try." He said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, so you heard that." I said, looking away from his jerky, annoying, arrogant yet irritatingly flawless face and staring at a particularly interesting patch of wallpaper. He chuckled and turned back to the screen. When I eventually looked at him again, I couldn't help but snort and roll my eyes at him. He looked completely engrossed, mouthing every word they said on the screen. It was actually rather pathetic. Then again, I do watch So Random! every time it's on. And yes, I do laugh. It's funny!
"What are you snorting at?" he asked me, looking annoyed.
"You. You're a joke." I said bluntly. I saw a flicker of what looked like hurt on his face, but it was gone before I could be sure it was ever there.
"Says the comedian." He muttered, but I could tell his heart wasn't in it. I frowned.
"What's eating you?" I asked. He glared at me.
"Why do you care?"
"I don't, I guess." I shrugged, looking back at the screen. 3…2…1…
"Well, if you must know, I miss it." He sighed. I glanced at him, surprised by the tone of his voice. He sounded sad, which was new to me.
"I miss the Falls. I miss acting. I don't just do it for the fame, you know. I do it because I enjoy it. I love acting, and I love the show. I mean, I guess it's overdramatic. And some of the plot lines are a little…stupid. But at the end of the day, I put everything I have into it, and I'm proud of it. Now I can't do anything but sit here and watch it for another five weeks." He sighed. I almost felt…guilty. If Chad Dylan Cooper was sat here, talking to me for more than a few seconds, and not insulting me, things must be bad.
"Well, I guess…I never really thought about it like that. I never realised you actually liked acting. You always act like it's so easy, like you could do it in your sleep. I think…that's what pisses me off about you. Well, that and other things. But you're always so arrogant, so sure your show is the best. I never really thought about whether you liked it or not." I said. He smiled sourly.
"You never thought maybe I always say our show is the best because I actually believe it is?" he said dryly. I laughed.
"Yeah, I guess I never did think of that. I mean, I don't really think of either of our shows being better. They're completely different. So we have different fanbases. And maybe more people like drama's like the Falls than comedies like So Random! I mean, of course I say ours is the best, but I don't think we can compare." I shrugged. He was looking at me strangely, like he was seeing me for the first time.
"Is that really how you feel?" he asked.
"Yeah. And I have no idea why I'm telling you this…and I will regret it for the rest of my life…but I actually am a Falls fan." I admitted, looking away. I heard him chuckle, then stop.
"Wait, are you serious?" he asked. I nodded.
"Yeah. You know, this is the part where you confess your secret love for So Random!, you know, to save me from eternal embarrassment…" I hinted. He scoffed.
"You wish. I'm glad you told me you like the Falls, and I'm not sure why, but I swear I won't take the piss out of you for it. But I've honestly never watched So Random!." he shrugged. I laughed.
"I'm not really surprised."
We settled into a, strangely, comfortable silence for a while, both laughing at a poor joke Portlyn tells on the show. We glanced at each other, then looked away awkwardly. There was something I wanted to tell him, though, and I couldn't help but tap my foot impatiently as I waited for the episode to end. Eventually he sighed, picked up the remote, and muted the TV. I stared at him.
"I thought you wanted to watch that?" I asked him. He shrugged.
"I know what's going to happen. I was there, remember? Besides, I can't exactly concentrate on the TV while you're tapping your foot like that. What's wrong?"
"W-what makes you think there's something wrong?" I asked him.
"You always tap your foot when there's something wrong. And then you do this cu-weird eye-roll thing, like you can't concentrate on one thing for too long else you'll explode." He muttered. I could have sworn for a second there he was going to say 'cute', but I must have imagined it. No way would Chad Dylan Cooper ever say anything about me was 'cute'.
"How do you know that?" I asked him. He shrugged.
"I guess I just do. Are you going to tell me or shall I out the TV back on?" he asked impatiently.
"I think I'm gonna quit So Random!." I blurted. His eyes widened and he froze for a second.
"Cooper? Erm…Chad?" I said, waving a hand in front of his face. He snapped out of it when I poked his cheek, swatting my hand away.
"Why would you do that?" he asked incredulously. I shrugged.
"Well, I love the show and all, but I'm almost eighteen…I feel like I'm stuck in this role that should be played by a sixteen-year-old. It feels too…childish. I always said I wanted to start on comedy and then make it as a serious actress. But someone said…someone told me that if I hit eighteen and I was still on a kids comedy show, I was going nowhere. And I really want to be a serious actress. I don't want to be a comedian for the rest of my life." I babbled. I don't know why I was sharing this with him. Maybe it was because I felt bad about breaking his leg, but I think it went deeper than that.
"Well…wow. Honestly, I always thought you were going to stay on So Random! forever. But I see where you're coming from…no-one will take you seriously if you don't get away from this kid's show before you're eighteen. I don't know. Maybe…maybe you could guest star on the Falls?" he suggested. I'm pretty sure my eyes would have popped out of my skull had I not been wearing contacts.
"Are you serious?" I asked him. He squirmed, face turning slightly red.
"Well, yeah. I wouldn't mind too much…as long as you did it properly, of course. No funny business. Mack Falls is a serious drama, not a comedy." He said warningly. I smiled.
"After all I just said about wanting to move on to serious acting? Anyway, that wouldn't work. Don't the Falls have a thing about only hiring guest stars as love interests for Mackenzie?" I sighed, a little disappointed as I remembered Mr Condor's rule. Chad seemed to shrink back into the cushions and his face flamed.
"Erm, well…yeah. I know. But you still could, you know…if you wanted to. It's just work, right?" he said quietly. Okay, now I was worried. Like, seriously worried. Chad Dylan Cooper is suggesting I guest star as his love interest? This must be some sort of twisted dream, right? I pinched myself to make sure, and winced. Chad frowned, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
"Sorry. Just had to pinch myself…" I muttered. Suddenly his cocky smirk was back.
"Figured you must be dreaming to have me offer you a role as my love interest?" he asked me. I rolled my eyes.
"Sure, Cooper, sure." I mumbled sarcastically, blushing.
"Don't worry. Every teenage girl dreams about the chance to kiss Chad Dylan Cooper." He shrugged.I snorted.
"Every teenage girl but me, apparently."
"Aw, come on Sonny. I bet you'd love it." He said, poking me in the side jokingly. I glared at him.
"Is it just me, or is it kinda beginning to sound as if you want me to want to kiss you?" I asked. He blushed, but hid it with a smirk.
"I don't know. All I know is that it would send the ratings up the roof. The 'Channy' fans would go wild." He said. I frowned in confusion.
"Channy fans?" I asked. He frowned at me disbelievingly.
"You don't know about Channy?"
"Nope…what is it?" I asked.
"It's our couple name." he said nonchalantly. I froze.
"Our what now?" I squeaked. He laughed.
"Oh come on, Sonny. Ever since the public found out about our rivalry there has been a huge thing for 'Channy'. People seem to think that it's all just a front and that we're secretly in love with each other. But seriously? If you guest starred as my love interest, ratings would skyrocket." He said. I was still finding it hard to digest the 'Channy' thing.
"People support us as a couple?" I asked him, in shock. He rolled his eyes.
"Well, it's only to be expected really. The public seem to have a thing for love/hate relationships."
"Yeah, but us?"
"Yes, Sonny, us." He groaned. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts.
"So, what, you think we should do it? For the ratings?" I asked him. He shrugged.
"Well, it wouldn't hurt to run it by Mr Condor. I mean, I suppose we could manage it, as professionals. What's one kiss between frenemies?" he asked. I frowned, confused again.
"Oh, God, Sonny! Don't you know anything? Friends and enemies; frenemies. Sheesh, you're worse that my nan." He groaned. I rolled my eyes.
"I know what frenemies means, dumbass. I just didn't realise we were frenemies. I thought we were just…enemies." I shrugged. He laughed.
"Nah. We're too young to be enemies." He shrugged. I smiled.
"But whether we're friends or enemies or whatever, I don't know whether I could kiss you. I mean, I know I'm a professional, but I've never done an on-screen kiss before." I admitted.
"Yeah, but you've kissed before, right?" he asked. I blushed and looked away.
"Erm…maybe." I said quietly. He was silent for a moment then burst out laughing.
"Are you saying you've never kissed anyone before? Are you a kiss-virgin?" he asked through snorts of laughter. I glared at him.
"So what if I am?" I asked haughtily.
"Sonny, you're almost eighteen! How can you not have had your first kiss?" he asked, managing to control his laughter. I considered getting mad and ignoring him, but decided against it.
"I guess I just…I've never had a proper boyfriend. And between school and work, I've never had time for boys." I shrugged. He smiled apologetically.
"I get it. I think. But seriously, kissing is easy. It's, like, natural." He shrugged.
"Will you-" I stopped myself, feeling my cheeks flush as I clapped a hand over my mouth and face-palmed with the other. I know what you're thinking. Really? She face-palmed? I do that a lot. It's an easy way of letting the other person know you're embarrassed about whatever you said or did without voicing the matter. Usually, people take it as a hint to drop the subject. But this was Chad Dylan Cooper. And I watched as his expression slowly went from confusion to understanding to mocking.
"Were you about to ask me to teach you?" he asked. I shook my head fiercely, not trusting myself to speak.
"I don't believe you." He said, smirk growing bigger. I shook my head vigorously again.
"Say 'no, I wasn't going to ask you to teach me', then." He challenged me. I shook my head again. He laughed.
"So you were going to ask me to teach you!" he accused. I shook my head again.
"Say it then!" he said. I sighed, removing my hand from over my mouth, and taking a deep breath.
"I wasn't going to ask you to teach me." I said slowly. And probably sounded like a mouse. I was surprised he could even understand me. A triumphant smile found its way onto his face as he threw his head back and laughed.
"Oh my God, I cannot believe Sonny Munroe wanted me to teach her how to kiss! I can't wait to post this on my blog!" he howled. I glared at him.
"Listen, Chad Dylan Cooper, if I wanted a kiss from you, I would damn well kiss you myself. I just accidentally almost asked you to teach me, as a slip of the tongue. I did not mean it, and if you dare write anything about this on your blog, I will murder you in your sleep." I said seriously, leaning closer to him with every word, until our faces were almost touching. He wasn't laughing anymore. In fact, he looked kind of scared. He quickly hid that, though.
"You wouldn't have the guts to kiss me." He muttered. I rose an eyebrow.
"Is that a challenge?" I asked him. He shrugged.
"Because trust me, Chad, I would so kiss you if I wanted to."
"Go on then." He breathed. Somehow, our faces were even closer than before.
"I don't want to." I said quietly, although there was a tiny part of me that screamed; yes! You do! Chad seemed to pick up on that, because he smirked.
"Really, Sonny? Really?" he whispered.
"R-really." I stammered.
"So are we good?"
"Oh we are so-"
"Just shut up and kiss me, dammit!" he yelled, and I obliged.
Our lips me in a surge of pure electricity that would have made my knees weak if I had been standing up. I felt his arms around my waist pulling me closer, and I placed my own hands on his shoulders. He bit my lip and I gasped, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth, sending brand new sensations running through my body. I felt him shift and heard a muffles clunk and I knew he had moved his feet off the coffee table and onto the floor, allowing me to climb onto his lap so I was straddling him. He fell back into the cushions and I sighed.
We didn't part until we absolutely couldn't manage without oxygen anymore, and even then he continued to trail kisses down my neck, stopping to leave his mark on the left side. I knew I would have to face questions at work tomorrow if he left a hickey, but at that point I didn't care. I knew I should have stopped him. But as soon as we stopped, things would be awkward. We would have to talk. We would have to figure out exactly what this was, and exactly what to do about it.
After what seemed like hours, I felt his lips on mine once more and I relaxed, absentmindedly shifting my weight. He froze, pulling away and turning his head. He was breathing hard, and had his eyes closed, and I wondered if I had done something wrong.
"Erm, Sonny, do you think…could you get off me, please?" he asked, his voice low and husky. I felt tears prick at the back of my eyes as I climbed off him.
"I'm sorry…I told you I've never done this before. You should have expected me to be bad at it." I said, and he scoffed.
"I didn't have time to expect anything, Sonny," he muttered, "Besides, it wasn't that you were bad…it was that you were too good." He said, looking at me as if there was some double meaning that I hadn't picked up on.
"Erm…okay…" I muttered, confused. He groaned.
"You were, like, really really good, and erm…I kind of have a little problem." He muttered, glancing downwards, towards…
And then I got it. Blushing bright red I winced, looking away.
"Oh. Okay. Erm…"
"You know, usually this wouldn't be such a problem." He said, dropping his head in his hands.
"Why is it now then?" I asked, stupidly. He looked at me, rolling his eyes.
"It's kinda hard to get a cold shower with a cast on your leg that must not, under any circumstances, get wet." He said slowly.
"Oh…then I guess you have a problem." I muttered, still hugely embarrassed.
"Yeah, I do. You know what?"
"You seem to be the cause of all my problems lately." He sighed.
"Sorry." I muttered. He laughed.
"Don't be. If you hadn't broken my leg, that wouldn't have just happened. And that's probe=ably the best thing that's happened to me in a long time." He said honestly. I smiled.
We sat there in an awkward-yet-somehow-strangely-comfortable silence for a minute or two, before I couldn't take it anymore.
"The Channy fans would have a field day with this."
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