27A.N:New story time, I guess :) Yes, yes, I am very bad, I am aware :) However, I absolutely LOVED PPP and, since I just got it in the mail & was super excited, I decided... why not do a parody? I was going to make it CR, but someone already had a story like that, and I figured that we'd just have to go with SWAC (;P) Chad could pass off for a prince, anyways, since he obviously acts like one. And haha, I couldn't resist making his name 'Sterling', just because... well, I think we all know why :) Don't worry, I'm changing his name to Chad within the next few chapters *lol* But enough of my rambling - I hope you guys like this new story! Please enjoy & review with your thoughts?
Disclaimer: Again... I don't own Sonny (duh).
Sonny sighed as she pulled her hair into a loose ponytail in an attempt to cool herself down; working in the hot, sticky Florida sun never was very easy, unless you were a natural Floridian, and even then, the heat sometimes was unbearable. In this case, the temperature was a stifling ninety-eight degrees, and even with her t-shirt and shorts, Sonny couldn't help but sweat like a pig.
Wiping her arm across her forehead, she grabbed a water bottle, gulping it down in a sip, before bending over and yanking at the weeds that stubbornly refused to be pulled out. Frowning at the weed as she bobbed her head along to the music blasting out of her iPod, Got Dynamiteby Demi Lovato. She was so awesome; who didn't like her?
Normally, her dad was here to help her with the chores, or at least keep her company, but today he'd had an errand to run, which meant that Sonny was by herself for the morning, well, at least until it was time for school. Speaking of school...
"Excuse me?" A tap on Sonny's shoulder caught her attention, and she raised her head, flipping her iPod off, and standing to face Jack, the school's jock and her long-time crush. She blushed, unsure of what to say or why he was here, until he raised his hand, holding up the bag filled with apples and peaches. Realization dawned on her, and she blushed redder as she rushed over to the counter, smiling and hoping that he didn't notice her red cheeks. "Uhh..." He looked at her knowingly, and she sighed.
"Sonny." She supplied for him, her heart sinking yet again as she realized that, once again, she would never be special to him. She wasn't good enough for him to even remember her name. And yet she kept dreaming. Why, she didn't know. She just wanted to keep believing that one day, he'd see her - as more than just the fruit-stand girl - and she'd actually mean something to him.
"How much?" Jack asked, motioning to the fruit, and Sonny shook her head swiftly, grabbing her backpack off the counter and throwing her gardening hat onto the stool, moving to his side.
"No, no charge." She replied, moving towards the silver convertible that was parked a few hundred feet away from them. "Remember, free fruit in exchange for never having to ride the bus again?"
"Oh, yeah." Jack nodded his head, swinging open his door and getting in. Sonny moved to the passenger side, only stop as she realized that Donna and Vicky - the Queen Bee and her sidekick - were already in the car with Jack, and Donna's dress was in the only available seat.
"Uhh, Jack, there's no room for me." Sonny commented, looking slightly lost as to what to do. Unsure, she bit her lip, her eyes gliding to Donna's dress.
"Vicky's already wrinkling my after-lunch dress," Donna commented quickly, seeing where Sonny was staring and guessing what she was about to suggest. Timidly, Sonny shrank back, still biting her lip.
"You know, never mind, it's not a big deal, I'll just... catch the bus." She said quietly, flashing a small smile in Jack's direction. So much for her plan of never riding the bus again.
Jack flashed her a big smile, showing off all his white teeth, before starting the engine.
"Well, thanks for the fruit, anyway. See ya at school." He winked at her, and Sonny sighed, beginning her long trek to the school bus stop.
Far away, in the large island of Costaluna, Sterling stared at his reflection, fixing his suit until it was precisely perfect. Everything had to be perfect for his coronation as King - well, technically, this was just the preparation for the ceremony, the true ceremony was to be held in one month's time. This was just... a rehearsal.
"And we're walking, walking..." A'lamontre motioned forwards, watching Sterling's sure steps towards the throne.
"I know, I'm doing it right." Sterling commented as he made his way down the isle and finally to stand beside the throne, his mother by his side. Since this was the preparation for the ceremony, they were literally acting out all that would happen that night. A'lamontre nodded in agreement, smiling encouragingly at the prince.
The priest made some boring speech - or at least in Sterling's perspective - before raising the crown, ready to place it on Sterling's head. That was when Sterling really started to pay attention.
Just before the crown could come to rest on Sterling's head, a sword flew through the air, only just barely missing the top of Sterling's head, pinning the crown to the wall behind them.
"I object!" A man made his way forwards (Otherwise known as General Horace), holding his cape in one hand while making motions with it, shaking his head disapprovingly. "The Prince is too young to rule Costaluna. I, therefore, propose a new leader. I, King of Fedora, shall become the King of Costaluna, hence bringing peace and power to our new combined country." As if on silent cue, several soldiers, before disguised so as to blend in with Costaluna's men, rushed out, beginning to attack Costaluna's soldiers.
Sterling's mother turned to the young prince, spinning him around and motioning to a man, telling him to go with the man. He obeyed, deciding that now was not the time to argue, and followed the man down a corridor and then a staircase, everything passing in a blur. Finally, they came to a doorway, where the man stopped, glancing from side to side to make sure that they were alone, before he nodded, and the Queen stepped out, embracing her son.
"What's going on?" Sterling exclaimed, knowing already that General Horace was trying to take his throne, but not sure why they were running down empty corridors. "Why aren't we fighting back? Why are we allowing that beastto take over Costaluna?"
"Darling, you need to leave, quickly!" The Queen chose to ignore Sterling's last remark, taking his arm and pulling him into another hug. "Costaluna is under attack - you at least must remain safe. Go with Mr. Munroe, you can trust him. Do not fear, we will see each other in the near future."
"But Mother..." Sterling began, but the Queen shook her head quickly, shushing him.
"No, you must go." Her hand moved to his, pushing something into it, and Sterling glanced down to see it was his mother's locket, and he had to fight back tears. Yes, Sterling was not one who cried, but he couldn't help but feel lost. In just a matter of moments, he was going to be leaving his mother to the mercy of General Horace, and fleeing his country - the only world he'd ever known. "Go, now, before they realize we have gone." She pulled him into one final hug, before she pushed him towards Mr. Munroe, nodding, and Sterling took a deep breath before he turned towards Mr. Munroe, who quickly lead him out of the palace and towards a helicopter that was waiting.
By now, the officers under General Horace had noticed his attempted departure and began to rush towards the pair.
"Get in, quickly." Mr. Munroe commanded, and Sterling hastily jumped into the helicopter as Mr. Munroe rushed to the other side, sliding into the pilot's seat. "Hold on," He suggested, "This might be a bumpy ride."
The helicopter lifted off the ground just in time. General Horace's soldiers had reached the helicopter, and were frantically attempting to grab hold of it. Thankfully, Mr. Munroe was an excellent pilot, and he managed to maneuver around them and lift off.
Sterling sucked in a breath, his mother's locket still firmly clasped in his hand, as he stared out of the window, not able to help the lone tear that ran down his cheek. This might be the last he saw of Costaluna... maybe even for ever.
He glanced down at the locket, thinking of his mother - what would General Horace do to her?
Squeezing the locket tighter at the thought, he returned his eyes to the window, watching as first the palace, and then the island of Costaluna, grew smaller and smaller, until it was only a speck in the distance.
What made it all worse was that he didn't even know where in the world he was going next.