Chad flung yet another t-shirt across his dressing room and stuffed another jeans in the bag that he kneeled before, filled to the brim with crumpled clothes. He poked his head in the closet again and blindly pulled out what-he-thought-to-be a shirt. Holding it at an arm's length, he examined it. 'Who bought this?' Shrugging, he flung it back in his closet and pulled out another jean and stuffed it in his pack. "Uh… nope…uhm…ooh! Argh! I defiantly didn't buy this one!" He went on rejecting and choosing the clothes through the closet. Finally, he stepped off his bed and stretched, shaking his legs slightly to get the blood flowing again. He sighed. He looked up to glance at the clock and his face brightened up. It was time. 3...2...1...

"CHAD DYLAN COOPER!"

"Careful..." He shut his eyes tightly and winced as the door swung open and the brunette tripped on the clothes.

"Ugh," she groaned as she got up and dusted herself off, "Chad Dylan-" She stopped abruptly. Running her eyes around the dressing room her incredulous eyes settled on the blond star.

"Hey." He tried limply, shuffling awkwardly with his hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched.

"What happened here? You had a clothes avalanche?"

"I was packing?" He said but it came out more of a question.

She narrowed her eyes at the teen.

"You call THIS packing?" She pointed at his bag which looked more like a big, huge heap of clothes. As they both watched, a t-shirt which was barely hanging on fell to the floor.

"Uh...yes?"

Sonny shook her head and came over to the bag. She silently pulled out a t-shirt, folded it and placed it on a chair-which was the only empty place- and then went for another. He picked up a shirt with the intention of folding it, looked at it for a few minutes, threw it back in and sat down on the carpeted floor cross-legged, setting his chin on his palm. Nearly 5 minutes passed like this. Chad was, at first, trying to observe how Sonny folded the clothes but quickly decided that he will never need it anyway so why bother?

"THAT is packing!" Sonny exclaimed just when Chad was ready to doze off, staring proudly at her work. He nodded. "What are you packing' for anyway? Going somewhere?"

"India." Sonny nodded, then stopped and backtracked.

"I'm sorry, I thought you said India. Will you please repeat?"

"You heard correct, Sonny. India."

"For what?" Sonny asked, looking down at the blonde, confused, "You are making an Indian version of your stupid movie now?"

Chad glared at her but chose to ignore the comment, "Well, I have a friend, from India, and he is getting married this June 23. Very close friend."

"Close friend? You?" Sonny snorted. The intensity of his glare grew.

"Yes, me."

"How long will you be gone?"

"A month, at the very least."

"Oh...okay..."

Chad's POV

We sat in silence for a while, me staring at Sonny and Sonny looking around the room. Needless to say, I quickly got bored. "So Sonny, what brings you here?"

"Oh that..." That seemed to snap her back at present. "You Chad Dylan Cooper! You..." Her expression suddenly changed to a blank one.

"Yes?"

"I don't remember...but I'll get back at you as soon as I will remember it again!" I laughed as she quickly stomped out of my dressing room. Funny little Sonny. I shook my head as the door slammed behind her.

I inwardly slapped myself. This was the perfect chance to ask her and I forgot! Or uh, yeah, I chose to forget. I took a deep breath, mentally shaking myself. Come on, Chaddy, you can do it. Go get 'em, tiger! I quickly ran after her. Spotting her halfway through the hallway I shouted "Sonny! Wait!" She stopped and looked back, waiting for me to catch up with her. I quickly jogged up to her.

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering..."

"Yes?"

"As I was saying."

"Uh huh?"

"As I was saying..."

"Go on."

"What I mean to say is.."

"You are saying since past 5 minutes. Have you actually got something to say?"

"Yes. I do."

"Then say it." She was growing more impatient and I grew more nervous.

"Sonny, will you go to India with me?" The words shot out of my mouth like a bullet out of a gun. Sonny gave me a blank look. I stared at her. After a pregnant pause (during which my stomach continued in its dive downward) , her jaws dropped as the words (finally!) registered with her mind.

Yes. I, the one and only Chad Dylan Cooper, asked Sonny Munroe, the farm girl, to accompany me to India. Why? Oh, wouldn't you like to know. I'll tell you why.

"What?"

"Will you go to India with me?" I said slowly and nervously.

"I heard what you said! I mean what WHAT?"

Girls and their 'What WHAT's. I inwardly rolled my eyes.

"You are not forced. Listen I am sorry. You don't need to. I asked...because...I had an extra ticket and I..." Great! Now I can't even act smooth! What am I going to do for living if I also forget to act? But more important… God, somebody stop me! I am making a fool out of myself in front of Sonny! The words poured out of my mouth and I had no control over them! As if my mouth had a brain of its own. Luckily Sonny stopped me herself with placing her hand on my mouth. I stared at her, expecting a laugh or an evil glare. But how ironic…

"I will have to ask my mother."

"It's a go from your side?" I asked, some part of my refusing to believe it while the other part was jumping in ecstasy

"Yes. You speak WAY too much." Really ironic…

She turned around and stalked out of the Fall's set, leaving me standing there, dumbfounded. Once I finally pieced the pieces together and realized that Sonny said yes, I felt my heart had blasted out of my chest. I did 3 fist pumps.

"What are you doing?" Portlyn asked as she stared at me, holding two scripts in her hand. I snatched one of them.

"Nothing. Time for shooting."

I wrote this story when I was 13 and this was my first story. It continues to be my favorite till now. So, I am trying to edit the chapters to add more…uh, details and to delete some of the less tasteful parts. I guess I never really wanted this one to end for this one was the most enjoyable one to write.

Original A/N. Crappy ending… :P

Uh…this was quite rushed…this chapter was actually a kind of filler. I just got this idea while I was watching SWAC and a documentary on India at the same time…I really don't know why I was doing that though…so yeah.

Review please. Constructive criticism is more than welcomed.

Edited: 12/16/2012