You Are My Sunshine

The Siege


It was a beautiful summer day - though every day is beautiful to Sunny, whether it was hot or cold, windy or humid, rainy or - her favorite - sunny. No day was too gloomy to be beautiful.

Sunny was one of those rare, innocent, life-is-beautiful, people-are-good idealists. At eighteen years old, she was truly happy. Or so she believed.

It was, in fact, on the very day of her eighteenth birthday that she came to realize that she was incomplete, and without that last puzzle piece, how could she possibly be happy?

On that beautiful summer Thursday, the day of June 29 and Sunny's eighteenth birthday, Sunny was lounging about her house lazily, bored out of her mind. She'd never expected any special birthday treatment, but her best friend and her sister had never failed to wish her a happy birthday at the stroke of midnight. This year, it seemed they had totally forgotten.

Sunny was not too crestfallen about this. She knew that sooner or later they'd remember. She just wished it was sooner, as in now, because she was pretty desperate for someone to hang out with and so far, no one had answered her calls or texts. She wondered what everyone was so busy with.

Sighing, she flopped onto the living room couch and turned on the TV. She clicked through the channels but found nothing of interest. She frowned and popped in a movie instead. Grabbing a granola bar, Sunny chomped her way through and sat back on the couch as the onscreen drama unfolded.

Two hours later, Sunny jolted awake feeling out of place. She looked around and found herself surrounded by the bright yellow walls of her room. When had she gotten here?

Sunny struggled to remember. She had settled down to watch a movie, but it was a horror movie she had seen a thousand times so she drifted off and fell asleep. And then she...sleepwalked to her room? She had never sleepwalked before.

But there's a first for everything, she reminded herself as she stretched and yawned, shaking off any lingering sleepiness. She happened to glance down at herself and noticed for the first time what she was wearing. Gone were her comfy yellow T-shirt and white cotton shirts. Instead, she was clad in a gorgeous yellow sundress, made of a silky smooth material and dotted with tiny diamonds that shimmered with every motion. Sunny was sure she'd never seen it before.

So how could she be wearing it?

Cautiously, she lowered herself from her creaky bed and tiptoed around upstairs, finding no one. More curious than scared, she trod softly downstairs and glanced around, but it was empty as well. No one was home.

Something caught her eye. Strappy white sandals that she'd never bought sat perkily next to the door. Where was all this stuff coming from?

Deciding that it couldn't hurt to prance around in the beautiful dress and shoes for a while, she slipped into the sandals and walked around, feeling extremely pretty. It was refreshing.

She grabbed her Olympus E-3 and went outside to take some pictures of the colorful roses blooming in her backyard and received a shock.

"Happy birthday!"

Sunny whirled around from her flowers to face her sister Amethyst and her best friend Aerika. They grinned at her open-mouthed surprise.

"Like your new clothes?" Amethyst smirked.

Sunny shrieked happily and launched herself at two of her favorite people in the world.

"Yes, I love them! Thank you guys so much!" Sunny squealed. "But how much did they cost? I told you no presents!"

"Yeah, but we ignored you, just like we have for the past, like, ten years," Aerika dismissed.

"Thirteen, actually, but yeah, same difference," Amethyst corrected.

Amethyst untangled herself first, smoothing down her long black hair. She was wearing a deep purple dress and it looked like she had even bothered to apply some makeup to her face.

Sunny noticed this and narrowed her eyes. Amethyst and makeup had never gone together. Stepping back, Sunny looked Aerika over and saw that she was wearing a pale blue dress, complementing her golden curls nicely.

Sunny glanced down at her own dress, mystified. Why were they all dressed up? she voiced her thoughts aloud.

Aerika and Amethyst exchanged a look and rolled their eyes.

"Really?" Amethyst sighed. "You are seriously so dense sometimes."

"Hey!" Sunny protested.

"We're throwing you a party, obviously." Aerika checked her watch. "People should be coming soon. We just wanted to say happy birthday first."

"A party?" Sunny repeated faintly. "but I don't need a party."

"So?" Amethyst quirked an eyebrow.

"I don't want a party."

"Too late," Amethyst said cheerfully just as the doorbell rang.

"That might be the DJ!" Aerika yelled as she rushed to answer the door.

"A DJ?" Sunny squeaked, feeling a tad overwhelmed.

Just a tad.

"Mom and Dad agreed to all this?" Sunny whispered to her sister.

"Yup," Amethyst replied. "And they're paying for everything."

"Oh. Great." Sunny looked down at her sandals. "Fantastic."

Amethyst was amused.

Suddenly, Sunny thought of something. "Did you and Aeri carry me to my room and change my clothes?"

"Yeah, and it wasn't easy. You're lucky we're strong or else we probably would've dropped you down the stairs and you'd be dead," Amethyst commented very matter-of-factly.

"Sorry for the inconvenience," Sunny muttered dryly.

Aerika reappeared with someone who looked vaguely familiar walking behind her. The guy was dragging several big boxes behind him.

Sunny looked at his smooth brown hair, his dark blue eyes, his artfully baggy clothes, but she couldn't place him. She had seen him somewhere before, she knew she had.

He saw her looking at him and nodded in greeting. Sunny smiled back hesitantly and he set off to work putting together his DJ equipment under the little wooden pavilion on the edge of the grass.

Sunny stared at him for a few more seconds before turning away, unable to put a name to his face.

"Okay, who is he?" Sunny asked her sister.

Amethyst replied, "DJ Musicon."

"That really popular DJ from school?"

Amethyst nodded.

Sunny glanced back at DJ Musicon. "So what's his real name?"

"Why don't you ask him?"

"Because that's rude. He goes to our school, so I should already know his name and I'm sure I do, but I can't remember it right now," Sunny said, frustrated.

"That sucks," Amethyst observed unsympathetically before walking off to let in party guests.

"Seriously, Ames?" Sunny mumbled under her breath.

There was something oddly intriguing about the DJ. Sunny's hazel eyes couldn't being pulled back to him. She told herself it was only because she couldn't remember his name.

Once I learn his name, I won't be so bothered by him anymore, Sunny told herself firmly.

"Hey, Aeri!" Sunny called.

Aerika rushed over. "Hey, Sun, what's up?"

"What's his name?" Sunny nodded toward the DJ.

Aerika followed her gaze. "That's DJ Musicon."

"His real name?"

"Can't remember. Why?"

"Isn't it kind of rude not to know his name though he goes to our school?"

"But we're not friends with him so it's not that rude. Anyway, people are coming now so be a good hostess and say hi to everyone, got it?"

Sunny rolled her eyes. "Yes, mother."

Aerika patted her best friend's head. "Good girl. I'll go see about the food."

For the next two hour, Sunny greeted and laughed and smiled and joked and hugged and gossiped. Music pulsed in the background of all the chatter and Sunny's eyes kept finding DJ Musicon, who was consistently surrounded by guests with music requests. It was tiring to keep forcing her eyes away from him.

By the end of the first hour, Sunny was utterly exhausted. After another hour, she was ready to leave everyone outside and go to her room and sleep. She collapsed into a chair near her roses and gulped down some water.

Aerika and Amethyst sat down on either side of her, watching her rehydrate herself.

"How's the party so far?" Aerika asked excitedly.

Sunny groaned. "Seriously, Aeri. Did you invite the whole school?" She accepted a cup of juice from a passing guest with a smile that was too bright.

"Of course not!" Aeri exclaimed as Sunny glared at her and took a sip. "Just most of it."

A spray of liquid shot from Sunny's lips. Luckily, she managed to turn her head and spit into the roses instead of at some unlucky person.

Amethyst looked at her sister in disgust. "It's not really that many people, Sun. Don't overreact."

"Yeah - no - but - " Sunny sputtered while wiping her mouth. She stopped and glared at Amethyst. "Are Mom and Dad paying for the beer too?"

"What?" Amethyst grabbed Sunny's cup and sniffed it. "Where the heck did this come from?"

Sunny shrugged. "I don't know. Someone handed it to me."

Aerika hissed, "Are you stupid? Never take drinks from other people at a party, Sun!"

"Oh, come on, Aeri. This isn't a regular high school party with kegs and stuff. You guys planned it."

"That doesn't mean other people won't bring it!" Aerika seethed.

"I'm sure it was a mistake," Sunny said soothingly.

Amethyst stared at her sister disbelievingly and slapped her forehead. "A mistake. Really, sis, do you really think high schoolers don't know what beer looks like?"

"And smells like? And tastes like?" Aerika added.

"Well, they shouldn't!" Sunny was aghast. "We're not twenty-one yet!"

Aerika sighed in defeat.

Sunny clapped a hand to her mouth and began panicking. "Oh my goodness, I just broke the law! Guys, what do I do? I don't want to go to jail!"

"Sunny, it's fine. We'll go throw out the beer and the people who brought it while you clean yourself up in the bathroom, okay?" Amethyst held out some minty gum. "You might want to chew some of this too, to get the beer taste out of your mouth."

"Ames, why are you so knowledgeable about this? You're sixteen!" Sunny cried.

"Yeah, whatever. I'll be right back. Aeri, could you help her?"

"Sure thing," Aerika chirped. She hauled Sunny up and off to the bathroom.

When they emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later, Aerika and Sunny stepped outside into a club. Everyone was dancing and grinding and DJ Musicon had uncovered a colorful spinning ball from somewhere, which was now hanging from the roof of the pavilion.

The speedy transformation shocked Sunny and delighted Aerika.

"Let's dance!" Aerika shouted, pulling Sunny into the mass of bodies.

"Err, what?" Sunny looked around tentatively. She'd never gone to a school dance before, no matter how much Aerika had pleaded.

Aerika danced away and Sunny was left standing alone amidst the dancing. In seconds, a friend had roped her into a group and Sunny was soon jumping awkwardly and moving along with everyone. She lost herself in the music.

I came to dance, dance, dance, dance

I hit the floor 'cause that's my plans, plans, plans, plans

I'm wearing all my favorite brands, brands, brands, brands

Give me some space for both my hands, hands, hands, hands

Yeah, yeah

'Cause it goes on and on and on

And it goes on and on and on

Yeah

Party rock is in the house tonight

Everybody just have a good time

And we gon' make you lose your mind

Everybody just have a good time

As song melted into song, Sunny moved with the crowd mindlessly, her eyes occasionally straying to the DJ, who was in his own world of music and seemed oblivious to the party.

After an indeterminate length of time, Sunny went inside to eat some pasta and drink juice - real juice this time. When she came back outside, a bright song began playing through the speakers.

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

So please don't take

My sunshine away

It was Sunny's favorite song.

Everyone stopped moving, looking around in confusion at this song choice. Aerika's voice spoke over the song and everyone turned to look at her standing in front of the DJ.

Aerika began, "I'd like to dedicate this song to my best friend - "

"And my sister," Amethyst chimed.

" - Sunny, who can always brighten my day," Aerika ended with a grin.

"Happy eighteenth birthday, Sunny!" Aerika and Amethyst shouted into the microphone.

All the guests erupted into cheers, shouting "Sunny!" and "Happy birthday!" and "Now you can legally smoke!" Sunny ignored all variations of the last comment.

"Thank you, everyone!" Sunny smiled happily.

"And now, cake time!" Aerika yelled. Dance music resumed its pulsing in the background.

Amethyst carried out a huge yellow cake with tiny suns frosted all over. Aerika ran into the kitchen and came back with an identical one. Sunny worried if there would be enough cake for everyone, even though half the girls refused cake, claiming to be on diets, and returned to the dance floor.

Amethyst caught her sister's worried look. She patted Sunny's head and said, "Don't worry, sis. We've got like four more cakes in the fridge."

"Wow." Sunny whistled. "You guys are really prepared, huh?"

"Well, we did invite most of the school, so..." Amethyst trailed off. The sisters laughed.

Aerika appeared with a large knife. "Would you like to do the honors, Sun?"

Sunny eyed the knife's serrated edge warily. "Sure, if you leave the knife on the table next to the cake."

"Okeydokes!"

Sunny follow Aerika to the table with the two cakes and tightly grasped the knife handle. The cakes looked too pretty to cut, but she inhaled and sliced into a cake. People cheered.

After cutting and distributing every piece of three and a half cakes, Sunny glanced at DJ Musicon and wondered if he wanted any.

Amethyst noticed and said, "Go give him a piece. He hasn't eaten anything yet."

Sunny hesitated but complied. She picked up a plate of cake and a fork and weaved her way over to the pavilion.

"No need to be nervous," Sunny muttered to herself. "You're just giving him some cake. And it's the perfect chance to ask his name. Aeri's right. We're not friends, so it isn't really that not to know his name, right?"

"Whose name?"

Sunny jolted forward, startled by the deep voice. Looking up, she realized that she was standing right in front of the DJ.

Frowning, she scolded, "You know, I could've tripped and cracked my head open on the ground because you just inserted yourself into my conversation."

"Your conversation with yourself?" His eyebrows shot up in amusement.

"Obviously," she huffed. She remembered the plate in her hands and thrust it at him. "Here, cake. Guaranteed to be delicious."

He accepted the plate and picked up the fork but didn't eat.

"Well?" Sunny demanded. "It's not poisoned, I promise."

"I hope not," he said wryly. "Do you usually watch people when they eat, birthday girl?"

"My name's Sunny, and yes, I do watch people eat. It's interesting."

"You're weird, birthday girl." He took a bite.

"So I've heard." She watched him eagerly. "Is it good? I haven't had any yet."

"Want a bite?"

"Sure!"

Surprised at her zealous answer, he speared the cake and held it out to her, which Sunny promptly gobbled up.

She licked her lips. "Mm, strawberry. My favorite."

"Birthday girl."

"It's Sunny."

"You just ate my cake." He stared at her.

"You offered it."

"I offered a bite, not the whole thing." His lips quirked.

"But you held out the whole piece!" she defended herself. He just stared until she got bored and said, "Okay, I'll get you another slice. Be right back."

She went off without realizing that she'd forgotten to ask his name. When she came back, he was wearing his silver headphones and nodding along to the music. Sunny strained to make out the words.

Move your body

Out on the floor

Put your troubles aside

And start living

Anybody

Can let go

Throw away all your problems

'Cause right now it's party time

Girl, don't feel outta place 'cause I

I'm in love with this feelin' now

Now I

Hope that this will last a while

We should make it last a while

Sunny was singing along by the time she reached the pavilion. She didn't notice DJ Musicon take off his headphones, listening to her voice instead of Chris Brown's.

"Birthday girl."

Sunny whirled around and grinned. "DJ! Here is your cake."

He smiled crookedly as he took the plate. "Nice singing."

Do not blush, do not blush, she chanted. "Um, thanks."

They stood in silence as he ate and the music played on.

Then she remembered. "Oh, right! DJ, what's your name?"

"DJ Musicon."

"Your real name?"

"Does it matter?"

Sunny pouted. "Do you know how hard it was for me to ask you?"

"No."

"Well, it was really hard! Because I feel really rude not knowing your name because you look really familiar and I'm sure we go to the same school, so how can I not know your name?"

"You're right, that is rude." He smirked.

"You're not helping!" Calming down, Sunny tried a different approach. She began, "Isn't it awkward - "

"No."

"I didn't even finish!"

"You didn't need to," he tossed back. He held out his empty plate and fork. "Throw this away for me, please?"

"If you tell me your name, please?" Ha! I'm so clever.

"Never mind, I'll throw it away myself."

"Dang it." She glowered at him as he made his way to the trash can and back.

Laughing at Sunny's dark expression, he said, "Staring at me won't make me tell you, birthday girl."

"My name is Sunny. It is not that difficult."

Just then, someone yelled, "Hey, Connor! Can you play that song by Usher?"

A slow grin spread across Sunny's face. "Connor, huh?"

Connor scowled at her and yelled back, "I thought I told you to call me DJ Musicon!"

"Oh, sorry, man!"

DJ Musicon - Connor, Sunny reminded herself gleefully - shook his head but did some quick DJ-ing, and Usher's voice came on.

Sunny cocked her head and listened.

Hands up

Yeah suddenly, we all got our hands up

No control of my body

Ain't I seen you before

I think I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes

'Cause baby tonight

The DJ got us fallin' in love again

Yeah baby tonight

The DJ got us fallin' in love again

So dance, dance like it's the last, last night of your life, life

Gon' get you right

'Cause baby tonight

The DJ got us fallin' in love again

Sunny slanted a look at Connor and found him staring back at her. She watched as, slowly, his eyebrows slanted and his lips curved.

She liked his crooked smile and expressive eyebrows.

Shaken by her automatic attraction to him, Sunny looked past his shoulder and said, "You must be bored, standing there. You should go dance a little."

"I don't dance." He was still grinning.

"Well, go mingle and socialize," Sunny insisted.

"Who's going to DJ?"

Sunny hadn't thought of that. She had only suggested it to break the uncomfortable silence.

"You know what, watch my stuff for a sec. I'll be right back." He took off his headphones and put them down, walking off into the crowd.

"Wait, where are you - " Sunny tried to keep him in sight but he was soon swallowed by the moving bodies. "Okay, fine, abandon me," she mumbled, even though she was relieved.

She pulled up a chair and sat next to the pavilion, fending off guests with music requests.

Connor came back when Sunny was just about to get up and find him because people were complaining about his absence. He stopped the music and fiddled with his equipment, turning off the multi-colored disco ball.

He announced into the mike, "Next up is a slow song. Grab a partner and get ready."

Kelly Clarkson crooned through the speaker.

What if I told you it was all meant to be

Would you believe me

Would you agree

It's almost that feeling we met before

So tell me that you don't think I'm crazy

When I tell you love has come here and now

Couples crowded the floor and began swaying. Sunny was bewildered by this sudden change. What was happening?

She was even more surprised when Connor grabbed hand and pulled her onto the dance floor with him. She stumbled over her feet and he caught her in his arms, already swaying to the music.

"What are you doing?" Sunny whispered fiercely, wincing at everyone's smirks.

"Dancing, like you suggested," he replied easily, his arms tightening about her waist when she pushed against his chest.

A moment like this

Some people wait a lifetime

For a moment like this

Some people search forever

For that one special kiss

Oh, I can't believe it's happening to me

Some people wait a lifetime for a moment

Like this

"Why is it a slow song?" Sunny struggled futilely in Connor's embrace. "Why me?"

Connor stopped moving but didn't release her. Sunny looked up, wondering why he stopped and saw that he was smiling down at her. He leaned his head down so that his lips were right next to her ear and began to sing.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray," he breathed.

Sunny jerked back and stared at him.

"You're interesting, birthday girl," Connor whispered.

"In a good way?"

"Mostly."

"Hey!" Sunny frowned.

Chuckling, Connor said, "No one's perfect, right?"

"Hm. Sing for me again?"

"Go out with me tomorrow?"

"What?" Sunny searched his eyes for a teasing glint, but there was none. He was serious? "Are you serious?"

"Yup. So what's your answer?" His hands fidgeted on her back.

Sunny grinned slowly. "Are you nervous?"

Connor scowled. "Of course. Just say yes already."

"What if I say no?"

"That would suck and you'd be missing out." But his flippant words didn't take the edge off his worried eyes.

Sunny giggled. "Of course I say yes! After all, you're an interesting creature too. Plus you have a nice singing voice. Oh yeah, sing again."

Rolling his eyes, Connor drawled, "Your wish is my command. But only for today, birthday girl."


A/N: First and foremost -

Disclaimer: The Olympus E-3 is a camera which I do not own. Nor do I own the following songs: "You Are My Sunshine" by many people but I'll attribute it to the Rice Brothers Gang; "DJ Got Us Fallin' In Love" by Usher ft. Pitbull; "Dynamite" by Taio Cruz; "Party Rock Anthem" by LMFAO; "Yeah 3x" by Chris Brown; "A Moment Like This" by Kelly Clarkson. I made up the name "DJ Musicon" randomly (yeah it's kinda lame but whatever I'm not a DJ) so I apologize if there is a real DJ Musicon out there. I did not mean to steal your name.

Second - I'm going on vacation tomorrow so I won't be able to update for a while. I wrote this because I've had the idea for several weeks and my muse came for it yesterday so yeah. It's pretty convenient, yeah?

Third - Hope you guys liked this! I did kinda rush it so I might edit this in the future, add some things so it'll make more sense, but I'm actually pretty happy with it for now. So please enjoy! :D

Write on. Read on. That's my motto.


© Copyright 2012 by The Siege