66Ok, so I was working on a personal story and decided to rework it a little bit to fit Sonny and Chad. This one is going to be multiple chapters. It isn't as edited as my previous stories, so hopefully its still good. I'm still not sure exactly how long it is going to be. Hope you like it.
"What's wrong with her?"
"She looks deformed."
Their voices broke through the other noises that surrounded me. I sat watching the Falls cast make fun of the poor girl in the arcade. The entire studio had a day off and each show was assigned different places to "mingle" today. So Random and Mackenzie Falls were assigned the arcade. I didn't think I could stand it any longer, it wasn't her fault. It looked as though her arm was underdeveloped as it stopped around the elbow and her walk had a slight hitch to it. Just because they were 'perfect' it didn't mean that they could pick on those who weren't.
Just as I was about to say something to stop their cruel comments, someone else did it for me.
"What is your problem?" I turned my head to see who it was. Chad. Chad Dylan Cooper was defending the girl, how unexpected, "Grow up, guys. That is sick; I can't believe you are picking on someone because of something they can't control. She didn't ask to be different. I bet all she wishes is that she fit in with everyone else. Go find something else to talk about."
I watched flabbergasted. A couple of his cast mates looked at him as if he had lost his mind as they walked away, whispering as they went.
"I can hear you," his voice was tight with anger. With his comment, the whispering died out and they went to the other side of the room.
He made his way over to the girl who was struggling to walk up the couple steps to the food court. I watched with a hint of confusion, I wasn't really sure what he was doing.
"Here, would you like some help?" his smile was genuine as he looked at the girl. She had to be around our age. She looked like she was about to refuse him until she realized who he was.
"You're Chad Dylan Cooper."
"Oh, I guess I am. Call me Chad," he responded in a friendly tone.
"Chad," her look of frustration morphed into a grin, "I'd love your assistance."
He gave her his arm, which she willingly took, to give her support as she tackled the few stairs.
"Thank you," she gushed, "Do you think I could get a picture with you?"
He shrugged, "I don't see the harm."
From her small purse that she had over her shoulder she extracted a camera. Chad took it from her and his blue eyes scanned the room. As his gaze settled on me, I looked away. There was no way I was going to let him catch me starring at him.
"Sonny."
I looked up, how can I not? America's heartthrob was calling my name. He motioned for me to join them. I stood up slowly; I still wasn't sure how to perceive this 'new' Chad. For all I knew, he could be faking it. When I reached them, he handed me the camera with a grin.
"Could you take a picture of me and Maggie?"
I did a double take; I didn't realize that he had learned her name or that he cared.
"Maggie, meet my friend Sonny Munroe."
The girl's face broke into an even bigger smile, "My brother and I watch your show all the time!"
"Well, then" I replied, "anything for a fan."
After she posed with Chad, she took a picture with me and then made the two of us have our picture taken together. She was thrilled to have met her favorite celebrities. Her face fell when her mom showed up to inform her that it was time to go.
Chad noticed this and his face softened, "How about this? I'll arrange for you to watch the taping of my show."
"Would you really?" her amber eyes sparkled as she gazed up at him, transfixed by what he had said.
"Of course, anything for you, Maggie."
She gave him a giant hug, her grin mirroring his own. Her mom gently ushered her away from us as she bid us farewell.
"What was that, Chad?" I asked as soon as she left.
"What?"
"That! You being nice and defending that girl. That's not the Chad Dylan Cooper I know."
He looked at me for a moment as if he were trying to figure out how to word what he was trying to say, "Then you don't know me at all, Sonny."
"What I don't get is why? I know that you can be nice every once in a while, but that was," now it was my turn to search for the right word, "different."
"You want to know why, Munroe? Do you want to know why I treated that girl with a bit of respect when my cast mates were picking fun?" I nodded, "I'll show you why. Come with me."
I followed him out to his car and slid into the passenger seat as he held the door open for me. As he started the car and pulled out onto the street, I looked at him.
"Where are we going?"
"My house."