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GUYS! New story! Ah! I hope you like it. It's my first time writing Sonny and Chad when they aren't a couple completely so bear with me. It's also without italics because it's easier for me to edit. I really hope you like it and I REALLY need your feedback on this when you get to the end of this chapter. Enjoy!

SONNY POV

Sonny… Sonny Monroe. But my really name is Allison. I'm a twenty three year old brunette who lives in the richest part of L.A. Beverly Hills. My sister and I live at home out of choice but are barely there because of our jobs. Well, I'm a bartender at a club named Siren and she is a designer of her own line and she owns her own boutique on Rodeo Drive. My parents hate my job but put up with it just because they want to always keep in touch with me. I ran away a couple of times when I was younger. Once when I was thirteen, twice when I was fourteen and seven times when I was sixteen. I couldn't handle how high maintenance my family was and how perfect they were and I didn't understand why I didn't feel like them. I knew I wasn't adopted because I checked the hospital I was born at. I just… always felt like they kept something from me. Like there was a reason they disliked me or didn't pay attention. I was the 'odd' child. A good kid… just different. I'll explain that to you later.

I was in James' red and black night flannel shirt that stopped at my knee. I stood in front of him as he lied in the pants from the set on my bed. He was shirtless with his hands underneath his head and I loved it. He was toned perfectly and had a fading scar on his left chest for getting into a fight when he was nineteen. I didn't really know what attracted him to me or what he saw in me but I guess it worked out between us. I thought it was love that we had and I still feel that way. We've been dating for over a year now and we're still going strong. He's like the guy that every girl wishes for when they fantasize about men and who they want to date when they get older. I placed my hands on my hips and quirked an eyebrow.

FLASHBACK

"Ugh… can anyone fix this piece of crap car, please!" I kicked the tire of my father's old Camaro and groaned. I would've died from gas poisoning if I didn't get to the mechanic in time. A dark haired, well toned, black grease covered man came from around the corner of the building and threw his hands up. He was handsome. I can tell you that true statement

"What is this? You can't bring this into the shop. You have to make an appointment" He shook his head vigorously

"I can't take this back to my house, I'll die in there. Can't you fix this?"

"Is this your car?"

"No it's my father's"

"Okay, well just looking at the smoke coming from the engine tells me that I can't fix it. I'm sorry"

"What? You have to try. This is the most important thing he owns and he'll die without it. He's willing to pay you an amount of money…"

"Miss…"

"Sonny" I corrected him

"Sonny, I can't fix this. No one at this place can. The best we can do is buy it from you and scrap it for working parts"

"Shit" I muttered. "Alright" I pulled out my phone and stepped to the side to call my father. I explained to him what the guy whose name tag said James had told me. He raged on me a little and I sat on the curb to listen to him and he just droned on and on and on. I saw James popping the hood from the corner of my eye and I slacked my shoulders. He waved the smoke out of his face and peered into the old 97' rusty red Camaro. I shook my head at my father's stubbornness and sighed. "Okay, dad" He kept ranting but I wasn't going to listen anymore "Bye" I got up and started back over to the good looking mechanic

"So…?" James exhaled

"He's not going to sell it. I'm taking it back to my place"

"No, no. I looked at it and I can fix it. It's not that bad and I'll try to see what I can do"

"Really?" I smiled "Thank you… so much" I hugged him before pulling back "Sorry, you're all greasy and… yeah, I don't know you" He snickered and wiped his hands on a towel

"One condition…"

"Is it going to get you slapped?"

"Do you want to have dinner with me later on this week?"

"Mm… you're straight forward" And he was nice "Yeah, sure" We exchanged numbers shortly before I watched him call a couple of guys from inside the shop to help him push the car inside. Ah! He's cute. I headed toward the main building so I can fill out information and insurance.

END FLASHBACK

"You missed a button" He stated huskily. I shook my head slowly and gave him a sly smirk. He wasn't getting it that easy "Come here" He whispered and motioned his finger in his direction. I crawled atop of my bed and straddled his waist, burying my head in the crook of his neck. He smelled good...

"Mm… you're warm" I rested my hands on his chest and let my thumb graze over his scar lightly

"And you're my baby" I giggled softly and placed a kiss on his neck. He trailed his hand back and forth across my back as we laid in bed like this in the morning. He had to go back to work soon and I was practically falling asleep. James is still a mechanic and when people think of that they automatically think he's scruffy and dirty and not that high in the money system but he's well clean cut, always clean-after he showers when he closes up and gets paid well. Most people think that mechanics are poor but in all truth, mechanics make a lot of money. I don't like him for his money though. I like him for him "I'm going to be late"

"Late one day isn't going to kill you, James" I murmured softly into his neck.

"This would be my fourth day, baby" He clarified with chuckle "Come on, I got to go to work" He lifted me off him slowly and placed me on the bed beside him. I folded my arms and pouted slightly "Don't give me that face" He coaxed and stood up "I can't resist it, don't do that" He then warned. I just stayed like I was and crossed my bare legs underneath me.

"Fine" I exhaled forcefully. He ran his fingers through his short dark hair and crossed them like mine "Don't mock me"

"I'm not" He placed both hands on the bed beside me and pressed his lips to mine. I placed my hands on his shoulders and gradually moved them to the nape of his neck, wanting to kiss him even more "As much as I would love to stay here and just relax in bed with you. I can't" He stated softly and pulled back before kissing me shortly

"Your job sucks"

"That's how you met me, Sonny. Your fathers old Camaro was shot to shit and you wanted me to fix it" He stared at me kindly and smirked "I really should leave clothes here if I'm just going to sleep here with you every night"

"You should but you don't because you're an idiot"

"Oh thank you. I love it when you call me names" I smiled and pushed my hair out of my face. He picked up his work jeans and pulled them over his flannel pants that I was wearing the shirt to just because he doesn't wear it. I grabbed his car keys off my nightstand and held onto them while he put on his shirt

"I'm working tonight until three a.m"

"Really? Whose job sucks now?" He stepped into his black boots and sighed

"Still yours"

"Sonny…"

"Hm?"

"Keys…" He held out his hand. I shrugged like I didn't know what he was talking about. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes "Sonny" I held the keys in front of my face and rolled my eyes "Bye…" We kissed again before he exited my room and out of the behemoth of a house I live in. I could hear his 2006 Jeep wrangler start up from outside and start down the long driveway.

I got out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts before leaving my room after. I started down the steps and into the kitchen to where I knew my family would be. Well, my family except Selena. She was off with her boyfriend that I've never met. They've been dating for a couple of years now and I've never seen him but my parents have. I know, it's weird! I don't get it either. She just doesn't bring him around when I'm here. I thought there was a reason for that but it's Selena. She does strange things whenever she wants to. When I would ask her or demand to see him she'd say 'No, not yet'. I just stopped prying all together. My parents' personal cook knew not to make me any breakfast because she knew I don't like people waiting on me. I just made myself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table with my parents

"Good Morning" I greeted them before shoving a spoonful of coco puffs into my mouth

"Hey, honey" My mom, Connie, said

"I see your delinquent of a boyfriend left" My father, Anthony, raised his eyebrows and stared at the pajama shirt I still had on. I rolled my eyes and swallowed my food before talking.

"That 'delinquent' fixed your car" I pointed out

"So what?"

"Dad… he fixed your car and he's really nice. Can't you just get along with him as much as he tries with you?"

"No, I cannot"

"So much for being the bigger person" I mumbled over a spoonful of chocolaty goodness. My parents own four studios in Hollywood and spend all their money on charities and Selena and I. After I graduated from Princeton and she graduated from Brown, my parents wanted us to live with them, like I explained before.

"I also wish you would leave that crappy bartending job" He inserted

"Dad, I get paid fifty six dollars an hour and more with tips. It's not crappy at all" I explained to him truthfully. Bartending isn't a bad job at all. If you become friends with your boss and coworkers, it's very fun.

"Yeah but it's not professional" Connie shook her head

"I had to go to school for bartending. I have a degree for it. It's professional enough"

"Don't you think you can do better?"

"I can always do worse"

"As true as that is, you went to Princeton for business. You were a business major"

"Yeah, and I find that a little boring right now, okay dad? How come you never badger Selena like this? Being a fashion designer doesn't even require a degree. Just money. What I'm doing is more professional than her anyway. If she was a bartender I bet you would've supported her to the fullest"

"That's not true. I'd be just as upset. What about men?" He changed the subject "Rather than this James person you're so caught up on. He's a mechanic sweetheart. Where is he going in life? You should've dated Bradley. He's perfect for you"

"He fixed your car in less than a month. He deserves a little more respect than that, Dad. Bradley is stuck up and he's… disgusting and rude" I shuddered at the thought of one of my father's younger business associates. He's not bad looking; he's just the type of guy that makes you want to punch him in the face all the time

"James couldn't support you as much as Bradley can"

"Yes, he can and he does. Why can't you see that I'm happy?" I don't even take money from James. It makes me feel like I'm taking something away from him and I don't like that feeling.

"Why can't you see that I'm not happy?"

"Because it's my feelings for him that matter, not yours. I'm your daughter, if he makes me happy and keeps me safe then you should be happy too" I said kind of loudly, causing him to pause and exhale slowly.

"Fine, whatever" He waved it off and finished his breakfast of eggs, pancakes, bacon and sausage. Two meats are beyond me but this cereal is delicious. Anthony left the table to tend to his studios for today. My mother was taking her time eating breakfast and I could feel her eyes on me while I ate mine. She wanted something.

"Don't look at me like that, mom" I peered up from my bowl and found her grinning at me "What?" She shrugged

"You get so defensive when he talks about James. You know your father means well"

"I know, I know… he just won't even try"

"He'll come around. I'm sure of it" I spooned some more cereal into my mouth and closed my eyes. I could still feel her eyes staring at me. What does she want? I chuckled before opening my eyes once more and shrugging

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I smiled. She gave a small laugh and shook her head

"Nothing, sweetheart. You just… I remember when you and your sister were just so young and now you are both so grown up and have men in your life"

"Mom…" I raised an eyebrow. My mother is so weird. I worry about her sometimes "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, honey. I'm fine, I'm fine" She smiled and lowered her eyes to her plate "You're just so grown up but still sitting here eating coco puffs like you're ten" I smirked and patted my knee

"Are you reminiscing?"

"Yeah…"

"Are you going to cry?"

"No…" She whimpered. I groaned and watched her pat her eyes dry with her cloth napkin. She was so dramatic sometimes and it was funny. I just looked at her and chewed slowly as she patted her watery eyes but still held a smile.

"Mom? It's not like Selena and I are leaving you"

"I know… it's just when I look at you, I can still see you running around with Selena when you were four and she was three"

"We still run around here, mom" I said to her. She nodded and blotted her eyes again. "Don't you realize how big this house is and how big the backyard is?"

"Yes, I do"

"Can I ask you a serious question?"

"Go ahead…" She sniffled her final tears and brought her glass of apple juice to her lips

"Whats the real reason dad doesn't like James? Honestly mom"

"He compares him to your sister's boyfriend" She stated. See? I hate this. I can't ever do anything without getting compared to Selena and I'm the oldest. It makes me feel like I'm not good for anything. I'm not even getting compared. James is. That's stupid. I never even met the guy and my dad's comparing him to my little sister man? That's a bit awkward, isn't it? Whatever. I shrugged it off and left it alone. Anthony does what he wants… and says what he wants. On that note, I finished my breakfast and took a shower so I can go hang out with Tawni for today.

"It's not possible that you have never seen your sister's boyfriend" Tawni accused and kept her eye on the road while I turned the stations on the radio

"It is. I don't even know his name. I think she's coming home tomorrow so maybe I'll press her about it"

"He could be a killer, alcoholic or abusive and you wouldn't know because you've never met him" She made a left onto the highway and merged into the left lane "Not that I wish your sister was dating a killer. Even though she's a bitch to me most of the time"

"She's a bitch to me too, you're not alone"

"Yeah but she's your sister and a goody. She's too good for my liking. She thinks she better with her… clothing line and her… dark hair and her shortness. I fucking hate her"

"Wow, what did she do to you?" I exclaimed and found a station that I liked. I'm two faced when it comes to my sister. She never really treated me like I was her equal but she's gotten better with it. She's tried harder to get along and it has been making a difference.

"Remember in the fourth grade when she handed out cupcakes that she made?"

"Yeah…"

"She dropped one on top of my head. I don't care if it was an accident. Frosting is fucking hard to get out! I don't even know why you put up with your sister"

"I don't. Trust me"

"You don't even like her that much, Sonny"

"She's my sister, I can't hate her"

"Okay then, why do you complain about her?"

"I simply… dislike her motives" I tried. Tawni turned her head to me for a moment, giving me a shit eating smirk

"You're so full of it" She muttered, turning her head back to the road "I legitimately don't like your sister for legit reasons and you just don't like her"

"I never said I didn't have my reasons"

"Name one"

"In high school, you remember Chris Hunter? That senior I wanted to be with so bad when I was a junior?"

"Yeah"

"He said that he liked me and wanted to hang out. I… was so excited and happy but when he got to my house… which sophomore did he turn his head to the entire time?" My sister of course "I hadn't realized he was using me to get to her until he kissed her good night. I guess he thought that I didn't see… but I did"

"That's… deep. That's fucked up, why would she do that?"

"She's spiteful, manipulative, over achieving and pretty" I scoffed and rested my head on the head rest behind me. Tawni laughed and shrugged her shoulders.

"So, you have your reasons but you said she's getting better"

"Yeah, sometimes… I do try to get along with her and it has gotten better. I'm trying my best"

"So, are you going to be nice when you meet her boyfriend?"

"Yeah, of course" I nodded; she snorted a chuckle and put her signal on to merge into the left lane. Going to pick up Portlyn was taking a long time. Maybe it's just the fact that she lives thirty minutes away "I swear, I'm going to be nice. She's my sister"

"Yeah, I believe you…" She grumbled and waggled her brows

"What was Nico doing today?"

"Working also. He's pulling in extra hours for some reason"

"He wants to get in your pants" I exclaimed in a loud laugh "Extra hour's means more time off and more time off means more Tawni love…" I poked her shoulder with a smile. She flipped me off and smirked

"In all reality, I hope you like him though. Selena's man. It'd be weird for you to have a problem with him, you know?"

"Mhm, I heard he was a good guy"

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