This idea just like came to my mind outta the blue, and I decided I might as well write it down. Then write it out. Then, why the heck not? Here I am, posting it! Hope you'll like it!

Drat, I thought unhappily, I'm down to the stub!

I sighed dramatically, and threw the last bit of my ah-mazing, favorite red lipstick in the trash. I searched through my drawer for another lipstick, but I realized with a sad pang that that was my last

one.

"Darn," I muttered to myself.

I absently kept looking through my junk, still holding on to a last shred of hope, when my fingers closed around a smooth, round shaped tube.

Yes! I thought excitedly and pulled it out.

"Oh."

It was lipgloss.

I knew it was weird, but for some reason, I've never been able to stand lipgloss. It's so. . . Goopy, and gooey looking. And wayyy too shiny. And- ick, did the label say Piña Colada? Why would you put a flavor on lipgloss?? It's not like you're gonna EAT it . . .

Weird.

Still, looking at my lips in the mirror, they looked so plain and . . . Colorless. I stared at the lipgloss.

Ah well, just for the day, I thought, what harm could it do.

~^-^~

"Fine."

"Fine!"

"GOOD."

"GOOD!" I yelled, staring angrily into those warm, twinkling brown eyes. Uhh- I mean, harsh, muddy eyes. Yeah, that.

"Chad Dylan Cooper, you are. . . " Sonny started on a long rant that I didn't bother to tune in. In fact, I was too busy trying to figure out what that scent was. It smelt sweet, almost like coconuts-

Wait a second.

I stared at Sonny's lips intently- they were a shiny, glossy light pink color.

They were. . . sparkly.

I felt a sharp prick against my forehead.

"Ow!" I yelped, "Why did you just flick me?!"

"Why are you staring at my mouth?!" She yelled back, a faint red blush spreading across her cheeks.

I blinked, and hesitated. I looked down at Sonny's pursed-sparkly- lips and finally said the only thing I could think of:

"Why are you wearing lipgloss?"

Her mouth dropped open in shock, and it occurred to me that it wasn't very Chad Dylan Cooper like of me to notice something like that.

Oops.

"Well!" She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Hmm, her tongue was very red, rosy-like color . . .

"Yes?" I asked calmly.

"I-I-" She stuttered for a second, then scowled, "Why do YOU CARE?!?!"

I smirked, "Ah, funny little Sonny." I shook my head lightly and leaned in closer. I casually lifted my arm up and rested it across her shoulder. She looked down at my arm in confusion, then back up at me.

I gave her a small, yet genuine smile, "Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't do caring."

She looked up at me, our eyes connecting and locking onto each other. Oh. Wow. They weren't just brown. . . There was also a swirl of caramel, with a sprinkle of honey. God, for a second, I felt my Chad cover slip, felt my heart hammer in my chest. My palms become sweaty. The blood rush to my face.

Wow.

Sonny shook her head and pulled away harshly, her face a mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and excitement.

"Good bye, Chad." She said, and before I could respond, quickly made her way down the hallway around the corner.

I stood in my spot for a while, my thoughts rushing through my head, before I shrugged to myself and headed to Studio 2.

Today we were shooting the scene where Mackenzie finds out that Chloe is actually his cousin twice removed- or something like that- and breaks her heart by deciding to break up.

Something like that.

I was reading the line where I look Chloe in the eyes, and say softly, "I can't do this, Chloe. We-you-I . . . It's just not right."

Yeah, that line. Anyway, that's the part when my brain suddenly decides to remind me about Sonny's pink, shimmery lips.

Aw, crap.

I tried to get back into character, but now Sonny's lips pursed, and I found myself wanting to lean in . . . and press my own lips to hers . . . sweet, sticky . . . piña colada . . . lips . . . Sonny . . . kiss . . .

"CHAD!" The director yelled.

I focused my gaze, and found my face millimeters from Chloe's. Her wide, shocked, but slightly pleased eyes stared back at me.

"This scene does not call for a kiss!" He yelled angrily.

Crud.

Had I really been about to kiss Chloe?

"Whatever." I muttered, and started to walk away, "I need a ten minute break."

The director shook his head, but didn't dare deny me.

I stepped into my dressing room and locked the door.

Flopping down on the couch, I closed my eyes tightly.

No thinking about Sonny's lips.

No thinking about how her lipgloss would taste.

No thinking about how it would feel to scrape my tongue across those lips, how it would feel like to crape away all that candy-flavored, piña colada coating and finally get to those effing lips.

No thinking about those soft, heavenly, yummy lips, and how it would be like to finally kiss her.

My arms wrapped against that tiny waist, her own arms wrapped tightly around my neck.

My fingers brushing against her smooth, flawless skin.

Her hair tickling my face.

Sticky.

Sweet.

Piña Co-freaking-lada.

I decided right then that I hated that lipgloss.

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