So, I know you may be think "How dare she put out this Two-shot when she hasn't updated her other story! How dare she!" but I am really sorry, but this keeps sticking in my head.
It was inspired by me actually, I was down in my basement and I was playing the WII, and I put my Ipod on shuffle in The Beatles category, and well I got a little bit hyper, and I attempted to sing and dance to the songs, which defiantly wasn't as crazy, or as well sung as Sonny does in this story. I ended up thinking 'What if someone could be watching me right now?' and out came this story!
So, this is kind of a songfic, but not really…anyways it will be a two-shot and the second part will be up tomorrow, so Read, Review, and subscribe!
I would also like to add that these songs are not the best songs or anything, I like a lot of the song's by the Beatles, I just thought these ones fit with the story more, and that they would be found on Sonny's Ipod.
I have nothing against anything Chad may have made fun off! It was him not me! I like the Jonas Brothers!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Beatles (HAH), I do not own Bob Dylan, Brown Eyed Girl, Sonny With a Chance, 'Tazaaring', or Ipod's, well except for my own.
I am bored. I need to bug someone; that someone, was Sonny. Can I help it? No. The stupid cute brunette seems to entertain me when she furiously stomps her foot in rage when I anger her, when I sneak up behind her an 'taazar' (A/N that's when you use your fingers and jab them into the waist of someone, so like right above the hips on either side of someone)her and she gave me that look of pure hat. It turned me on for some reason. I turned into the hall that would bring him to the dressing room of the one and only, but I was interrupted by a loud sound of music coming from that place he tried to steal from the random's…the prop house? It sounded old, and a bit like bubble gum pop. Must be Marshall, their director, he was always scared of me so I decided I'd scare him into turning it off, you know threaten and junk. I wheeled and peaked around the side of the wall that opened to the prop house, only to find it wasn't Marshall listening to this music, if this was technically able to be considered music, it was Sonny. Sonny was alone, and she was playing the WII. I thought Sonny would listen to crud like the Jonas brothers and that Demi Lavoato chick, but instead she was listening to the Beatles. The only reason I knew the band was because a girl on McKenzie falls liked the music, which meant the girl was deep and had enthralled McKenzie's interest. In truth, I only listened to two of their songs in my entire life, plus a couple on that annoying cell phone commercial. What an interesting taste in music. I hid in a way so she couldn't see me, but I could see her. She was dancing a little as she watched the screen. Sonny began singing very loudly into the WII remote, pretending it was a microphone,
Well, shake it up, baby, now, (shake it up, baby) Well, work it on out, honey.
Twist and shout. (twist and shout)
Cmon cmon, cmon, cmon, baby, now,
Come on and work it on out,
You know you look so good.
You know you got me goin, now,
Just like I knew you would.
She was dancing around crazily; it was quite a humorous event. I hid behind the wall so I could watch this strange phenomenon. I was bored, so sue me. Chad Dylan Cooper is too amazing to be bored, he has to occupy himself. She was playing baseball, so she stopped her dancing and stood in a batters position and swung wildly. Remind me to take her to the batting cage sometime, sure she wouldn't be as good as me, but she could rack in a few runs. She was doing what the song was saying, she wasn't exactly twisting but she was shaking and shouting.
Well, shake it up, baby, now,
Twist and shout.
Cmon, cmon, cmon, cmon, baby, now,
Come on and work it all out.
You know you're a twisty little girl,
You know you twist so fine.
Come on and twist a little closer, now,
And let me know that you're mine.
Ahhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Woah, Yeah
Well, shake it up, baby, now,
Twist and shout.
Cmon, cmon, cmon, cmon, baby, now,
Come on and work it on out.
You know you're a twisty little girl,
You know you twist so fine.
Come on and twist a little closer, now,
And let me know that you're mine.
Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now.
Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now.
Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now.
Ahhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhh Ah!
"AW come on that was so not a foul!" she complained to the non-responsive WII. I was wondering where the other randoms were…even if they were here she wouldn't be letting so loose, sure they were their own creepy family, but family's still have secrets and boundaries. She was in what looked to be a maroon yoga outfit. Her hair was in a messy ponytail. She looked like she was heading off to the gym to workout, Chad would not be seen in public not looking his normal clean cut self even if he was going to the gym. I'm to good for that. The next batter went up, because she got in a ready position and swung fast at the ball,
"YEAH HOME RUN! WAY TO GO MINI TAWNI!" she screamed excitedly. She started dancing around, and the song had changed from the last song, now it was a different song by the Beatles, and she started singing loudly yet again, man did she now every single word? She did, she wasn't skipping a beat, and she was swinging her chocolate brown hair a little wildly, but her elastic prohibited any drast movements.
Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone,
Help!
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed any body's help in anyway.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind, I've opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being 'round.
Help me get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me?
And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like, I've never done before.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being 'round.
Help me get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me?
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed any body's help in anyway.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind, I've opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And i do appreciate you being 'round.
Help me get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me?
Help me,
Help me,
Ooooooo.
She got ready to bat again, when she blushed. Why was she blushing? It's not like I could see the television screen from here. She was looking intently on the television, so I slipped behind her quickly and swiftly behind her and camouflaged myself with the surrounding props. On the screen was a mini Chad Dylan Cooper, it made me want to laugh. Why would they need a mini CDC on their little WII game exactly? Oh and that Mini MII (pun intended) was not better then the real deal at all. So Munroe does have a crush on me. Hah! I was so right and Sonny is never gonna live this down! All I have to do is tell her I saw her playing with a WII character that was designed of the amazing CDC because I was sp-oh, ya….never mind. Pfft, it was still weird, it's not like we have them on our WII game on McKenzie Falls, wait, actually we do…but only for boxing…AW MAN! THEY'RE USING MINI MII AS SOMETHING TO BOX WITH. Jeez, that's a low blow. Whatever, if they are seriously threatened by my acting that much, then seriously it's more of a compliment that they have to take their anger off on a pretend me, as long as it wasn't the real one. The real one needs to be perfect all the time, like he already is. Sonny struck out using my MII at bat, she was NOT doing me any justice!
"Cursus! Even when Chad isn't here he screws things up!" I almost burst out laughing. I bugged her more today then I thought, and who say's cursus anyways? Seriously, that is such a nerdy thing to say, no offence Munroe. Cursus, HA! The next song popped on, and she cheered happily.
"OHMIGOSH!" she screamed. I immediately recognized the next song, she must love this song, it was a'ight for those people who wished they grew up in the 60's-70's but I don't roll that way; in fact, why would someone not want to live in our time period? Like seriously there was no Chad Dylan Cooper back then, just some guy who danced all over the stage singing about his blue shoe's and four guys who weren't nearly as attractive as I who ended up breaking up anyways. She paused her game and she was actually….dancing, like she was doing pirouettes and 'the mashed potatoe' which you would actually see in that time period, she was screaming out the words, and she was even undoing her messy ponytail so her chocolaty drown hair could swing around with her.
Oh yeah, I´ll tell you something
I think you´ll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
Oh, please, say to me
You´ll let me be your man
and please, say to me
You´ll let me hold your hand
Now let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
And when I touch you i feel happy, inside
It´s such a feeling
That my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide
She now was pretending to play electric guitar, and it was so fricken cute and strange at the time, I wanted to join her, but I also wanted to stare at her in disgust and have Santiago video taping this. I was guessing the other randoms weren't here for they day or something, I didn't really care, this was hysterical. Truth was, this song had meaning, although I am good at hiding, and so was she. We both knew we liked each other, heck who didn't? We just never exactly did anything about it, we just continued playing out little games.
Yeah you, got that something
I think you´ll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I actually wanted to hold her delicate hand at the moment, she was reaching out as if a real dance, and she looked as if she needed someone to hold that hand. She sure does got that something.
And when I touch you I feel happy, inside
It´s such a feeling
That my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide
Yeah you, got that something
I think you´ll understand
When I feel that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand.
She finished with her knee's on the ground and her hand in the air as if she was a rocker, or a Jonas Brother for that matter. I smiled cheekily at Munroe, she was being cute…stupid cute. Luckily, she was so enthralled in that music she didn't notice me once, I guess I found a really good hiding place. A slower song came on, which was by John Lennon, not the Beatles, it was a little slow so she just sang the words under her breath and she started playing the WII again, still a little tired from her 'performance'. Stupid Sonny has me spying, crushing, and in like with a random! Yes, I didn't say love, but we were teenagers, some of us say it without meaning, and that is never good. I wasn't going to emptily say love unless I was really sure I did, and heck I wasn't even dating her.
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
Sonny was a good singer, and as she ended up winning her baseball game, she decided to go for bowling, and before another Beatles song could turn on, she cooed,
"Oh, before this amazing music continued I need to play just one different song," she smiled to herself as she ran to her ipod that was plugged into the blue speaker. I mentally groaned. Here it came, the Jonas Brother or some crud rap song. But instead, the familiar tune of Brown Eyed Girl came through the speakers by Bob Dylan. Bob Dylan had the same name that was my middle name as his last name so I reckon he much be okay. Sonny was good at bowling, and she beautifully sang Brown Eyed Girl as she continued to get strikes while bowling.
Hey where did we go,
Days when the rains came
Down in the hollow,
Playin' a new game,
Laughing and a running hey, hey
Skipping and a jumping
In the misty morning fog with
Our hearts a thumpin' and you
My brown eyed girl,
You my brown eyed girl.
Whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow
Going down the old mind
With a transistor radio
Standing in the sunlight laughing,
Hiding behind a rainbow's wall,
Slipping and sliding
All along the water fall, with you
My brown eyed girl,
You my brown eyed girl.
I smiled,
"You sure are my brown eyed girl," I whispered and chuckled, which I thought to be under my breath, but suddenly, Sonny flipped around, her eyes bulging right out of her head. She immediately grabbed her cell phone and her finger hovered over the 9 button, as if she was ready to type in 9-1-1 in 0.2 seconds. She walked over to the music, still facing the place that the noise had come out of defensibly, and the music stopped,
"W-who's there?" she demanded, but I could tell she was scared out of her wits, and I thought she was about to cry. Wow I'm and idiot. My heart lurched.
"Well, who is it?" she demanded a little bit more steady. I thought she was about to call the cops, because it looked like she was about to push the numbers down on her cell phone. This would be bad press for me,
'Chad spy's on Sonny, cops involved!' would be all over the magazines, because all police are blabby.
"Sonny, it's just me," I spoke standing up strait from the pile of prop's I had been hiding in, and I realised that pointy thing that I kept feeling on my back was the hat from a Gnome. Her face changed from worried to furious and astonished,
"Chad?!" she asked, oh boy.
Heh, cliffy. So what did you think? I'll be posting the second part tomorrow, during the time most people come on Fanfiction, I've found out, that if you update it at a random time in the morning, or the middle of the day, no-one ends up seeing it,
BTW MY UPDATE FOR MY OTHER STORY WILL BE COMING QUITE SLOWLY, SCHOOL HAS HIT ME HARD WITH TWO BIG PROJECTS DUE AT ONCE FROM DIFFERENT CLASS'S! Although, they are kind of tied together but I am really busy doing them….*sigh* school likes doing that after holidays.
Anyways, I read this fanfiction, forget which one, but she got extra reviews for having challenges and games and stuff, so a challenge for this chapter is this:
Do you have a favourite Beatles song? What is it? And do you hate me for not including this song? Or if it is included do you love me?
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