Leave Out All The Rest; a Sonny With A Chance fanfiction
A/N: This fanfic was supposed to be for some FF competition thing, but in the end it was cancelled. :P Brought over from FF.net.
Title: Leave Out All The Rest
Category: TV Shows » Sonny with a Chance
Author: Jenniferee
Language: English, Rating: Rated: K+
Genre: Romance/Angst
Published: 07-08-11, Updated: 07-08-11
Chapters: 1, Words: 2,134
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sonny With A Chance.
Hey guys :) Thanks for bothering to read this! :D This is a songfic based on the song "Leave Out All The Rest" by Linkin Park. Pairing is obviously Channy with some hints of Tawnico. I was going to do Tawnico, but then I realised I had nothing to write. Whoopsadoodles. :P
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own SWAC or Linkin Park or anything along those lines.
I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
'Cause no one else cared
I was startled out of my nightmare. Awaking to a sweaty body and a throbbing headache. My quilt was flung off the mattress, and I realised I was sleeping horizontal to the bed. Which I had actually expected, because it'd happened the past few nights. The dream was always different. But it was always about... Chad.
That one guy whom I loved. That arrogant, snob of a Mackenzie. That sweet, loving puppy who looked so cute when he was embarrassed. But that self-centred nincompoop, who had to ask for a recount of the Tween choice votes, and thought it was okay for So Random to lose - again.
This time, the nightmare was set in the future. Post-So Random, where I was wandering around in the Arctic. (Don't ask.) And then, I had some kind of mental problem and I was mad, so when Chad came and tried to get me home, he couldn't persuade me. Then he tried to get Tawni, Nico, Grady and Zora to try and get me home. But they all disagreed, not wanting to help him one bit, even if he was trying to help me.
After my dreaming
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here?
I wanted to go away. Somewhere where I would be free from Chad's curse, where I could actually live life in PEACE without him haunting my dreams.
I had to disappear.
But I knew everyone was gone, and there would be no one to know where I was going, no one who would care that I was leaving (because they'd all left anyway).
So what would I do? I had no reason to stay here. Seriously. For at least 2 years it had been so. Why was I staying in LA, then? What about Wisconsin? What about my old life? If nobody was here in LA anymore, then what was I doing here if I couldn't even get a good job? And why was I, in my mind, NOT whole-heartedly agreeing to go?
I was in a tizzy. I decided to make a list. I decided to see what was left in LA for me to do.
1) See Condor Studios demolished. (which would be quite sad.)
2) Scout for other stars (which would be impossible, because there are too many, and I AM a star.)
3) Visit Mr Condor (definitely not)
4) Visit Chad. (NONONONONONONONONONNONO.)
5) Eat an apple
6) Eat a bagel
7) Buy cream cheese
8) Anything BUT number 4.
The list was hopeless.
So if you're asking me
I want you to know
I called Tawni. She was hanging out with Nico (they're a pair now)somewhere in New York.
"Tawn, I need to talk to you. In private."
"...okay. But make it quick."
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
"Evidently, you're not over him."
"WHAT? No, I was the one who broke up with him, right?"
"You still love him. Don't you?"
And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest,
Leave out all the rest.
"Look, Tawn, I think I'm going to move out of LA."
"WHAT?"
"I can't take this place anymore. Besides, you moved out too."
"But... How about Chad? So you're just going to leave him like that?"
"Can you explain to him this whole mess? I think I better start packing now... Oh, and Tawn?"
"Yeah?"
"Tell him not to forget me, or the times we had. I'll miss them too."
Don't be afraid
I've taken my beating
I've shared what I made
I was halfway through my packing and wondering whether or not to bring the photo of me and Chad, when all of a sudden, guess who knocked on the door.
So I went trudging to the door and looked through the peekhole.
Obviously it was none other than Chad Dylan Cooper.
Didn't he get the fact that I didn't NEED to see him anymore? I was leaving - and I didn't want to be reminded of the past, the good parts of my time in LA, because it was time to go and there wasn't any space for regrets. In other words. He wasn't welcome.
"Go away, Chad," I mumbled through the door.
I'm not strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I've never been perfect
But neither have you
"Sonny... Let me in, please?"
"No."
"Sonny... Let me in, please?"
"I said, no!"
"Sonny... Let me in, please?"
"..."
I ran my fingers through my hair and trudged back to my room to continue stuffing my clothes into my ridiculously small luggage. I could still hear that idiot shouting at the door, pleading with me to let him into my house... and my heart.
Fat hope. He'd had that one chance before, and he'd wrecked it, so there was no way I would allow him to come traipsing into my house and my heart again. What more did he want?
I knew that last time I was trying so hard to be hard, to be protected and wary, and take care of my self, and then he came and melted down those barriers to reveal my softness - something I hardly showed to anyone. All that comedy thing? What the television got to see was a personality outside my shell outside my real self. For years I longed to be free... from myself.
So what does that worm do once he's gotten into me? He pushes me away, crumbles me, takes advantage of me, and now I'm left to repair what once was my heart. Now the shell that tried to protect me is up, and even stronger than ever, and definitely Chad-proof.
It wasn't my fault.
So if you're asking me
I want you to know
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
I heard a loud crunching of wood outside, and then a huge BAM, and within a second, he was in my room.
Not bothering to take any notice of him, since he'd ruined my front door and didn't deserve the right to be noticed, I continued packing; like a normal, innocent woman.
Who was being stalked by her ex.
What a wonderful world, indeed.
"Sonny, listen to me," he said as he held my cheek and made me face him. Which I reciprocated by looking at the floor. Doesn't he know, how much he hurt me? Can't he keep away and let, me, be? What's he trying to achieve by running after me like that?
And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest
I couldn't cry. Not right in front of him like that. I had to show him I was strong, and I could get on without him, and that he wasn't welcome anymore. I had to pick myself up, and get him OUT OF HERE!
Slowly, I tried to look up and give him a death glare to get him to go, but all I could do was sink on the bed and wave a weak hand pitifully at him, to 'shoo' him away.
He sat down next to me.
Stupid, stupid guy.
Forgetting all the hurt inside
You've learnt to hide so well
Pretending someone else can come
And save me from myself
I can't be who you are
"Chad?"
I spoke.
"Sonny?"
"You must know that... you're not really my favourite person right now."
"I love you, Sonny."
"That doesn't work on me anymore."
"I'm serious! Why don't you believe me? Do you think I'm kidding?"
"Yes."
"Then let me tell you, Sonny, I'm not kidding."
"..."
"You are my sonshine, my only sonshine, you make me happy, when skies are grey,"
"..."
"You'll never know how, how much I love you, so please don't take my sonshine away~"
A tear slid down my cheek.
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
I couldn't stand it. That creep was trying to get into my heart. And I couldn't let myself be just so open like that. But nothing could shake him from moving. So I tried silence.
"Talk to me, Sonny,"
"..."
Then he did the impossible.
He kissed me.
And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
The last time I'd kissed Chad was actually our first. And back then it seemed perfectly natural. But it was nothing, nothing like the kiss Chad was giving me then.
His face came alarmingly close to mine, which was frozen in horror and surprise. Then he gently placed his lips against mine, while my brain was churning and trying to digest this... warmness and softness that I was feeling on my mouth. His lips were sweet, like strawberries or something, and much to my disappointment, I found myself... enjoying the kiss.
He pulled away, me still in shock, and sighed as he walked away, out the bedroom door, out of my apartment, out of my life, leaving my heart in shreds. (Again.)
Forgetting all the hurt inside
You've learnt to hide so well
Pretending someone else can come
And save me from myself
I can't be who you are
I can't be who you are.
I KNOW IT ENDED SADLY but well. Sorry if I made anyone cry. *wince*
Thank you SO MUCH for reading! Hope you enjoyed it :) And review pleasey? It'd make my day.
So psyched to get this up - finally. Thanks again, guys and girls yeah? Love you all so much.
Jennifereeeeee~