Sorry it's taken me so long to update, meh interwebz was brokeded.

Right, so I was watching/listening to "Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves on YouTube this morning, and as I refuse to accept that the summer is actually over, I've decided to make the title more summery (and in fairness, my original title sucked. As does this, but that's neither here nor there – actually, if you have a good title idea, or even a bad one that's mildly better then the one I have at the moment, would you let me know in a review?) And I've decided to name all of the chapters after sun-songs (you'll understand when you see the chappie titles).

So, I logged into MSN this morning and was astounded by the amount of email notification things I had about this story. There was like seven. Which isn't really that much, but I was very proud. So, I really want to thank everyone who alerted, favourited or reviewed. You guys are awesome. I was grinning like an idiot for like an hour because of you guys.

And on the why this isn't really an update; I really wasn't happy with this chapter, so I decided to re-write it a bit. Nothing too drastic though. Anywho, the next bit will probably be up later. Probably. I hold no promises. But reviews make me want to write (hint hint).

Chapter 1: Here comes the sun

SPOV

"You want to kiss him, you want to hug him, you want to love him, you want to marry him!" Tawni's singsong voice floated across the dressing room.

This was silly. Tawni was trying to convince me I loved Chad Dylan Cooper. As if. Just because he made my stomach go tingly every once in a while did not mean I loved him. It meant… Well, I wasn't sure exactly what it meant, but I was as sure as hell about to find out.

"Oh Chaddy?" I called.

"I KNEW IT! You like him!" Tawni squealed.

Damn, I'd just used his "in my head nickname" out loud.

The door burst open. Standing illuminated in the hall light (for some incomprehensible reason, the light in the dressing room had gone out) was none other than a giant teddy bear. Wearing a pink-glittery cowboy hat. And a blonde curly wig.

"Zora?"

Muffled noises came from the padded head, sounding strangely like "dangflabbithowdidyouknowitwasmeinhere?"

I giggled again. "I didn't. Now go find my Chaddy."

Tawni leapt up, linked her arm through Zora's, which was busy trying to form love-hearts with the other, and they both skipped off.

The lights flickered back on again. I shoulda known that it was Zora's freakishly large magnetic telepathy messing with the electricity again. It happened once or twice a month, thanks to the metal brain she'd been given when abducted by aliens. Or so she said.

There was an odd gurgling sound. Like a stream rushing down a mountain, rushing through fields of plush carpet and forests of furniture legs.

My feet were suddenly very cold, and very wet.

I looked down.

I was ankle-deep in a sodden mess that used to be my carpet.

Uh-oh.

The water level rose quickly, because the water was rushing in through every available crevice. Except, strangely enough, the hole in the ceiling that was left from when that jerk, Chad Dylan Cooper, had tried to take over our prop house. Although, I wasn't too sure what it was doing in my dressing room.

I was busy planning my escape through that hole, when something grabbed my ankle, and started pulling me under water. I was very surprised to find that the water level was almost up at Zora's vent by now. I didn't remember not being able to stand.

The hand pulled me down under, and I found that I couldn't breath. Not even because I was drowning, because I wasn't anymore. Well, I was. But not in water. I was drowning in a pair of icy blue eyes that were attached to a very good-looking jerk throb.

"Oh Chaddy! My hero!"

"I love you Sonny." His voice was hilariously deep, and uncharacteristically masculine. So I laughed. A lot.

He leant in for a kiss.

The incessant mooing of my cow-print alarm clock broke through my dream, jerking me back to reality. I lay there for a moment trying to retain the feeling of contentment that it had left me with. Although I was pretty certain that it was one of those dreams that made absolutely no sense at all.

There'd been a boy in it. Of that I was sure. And he was really sweet. And blonde. Definitely blonde. His name began with a C maybe? Or was it a D? Nah, definitely C.

We'd been in me and Tawni's dressing room, but she'd been only there at the beginning. Before the boy had shown up.

Zora had been there. But she'd been dressed in a teddy bear suit. And she'd made little love heart signs with her hands, before skipping out the door, arm in arm with Tawni.

We'd been doing something together, me and the boy. Something that involved us being close together. Hugging maybe? No, it was too… intense for that. Kissing? Maybe, but that wasn't quite right either. I strived to remember the details, but by that time the remaining wisps of the dream, along with the last of the feel-good-ness had trickled away into nothing-ness, leaving only very small glow in the pit of my stomach, and a strong urge to stop global warming before the entire world was flooded.

Rolling over, I hit the little cow shaped button on my alarm clock, illuminating the dial in a cheerless neon-blue. 6:07. I panicked a little. I was going to be late! I had to shower, breakfast and make the 20-minute drive to the studio. Uh oh.

I showered and dressed as quickly as I could, and by the time I power walked into the kitchen, it was only 6:35. Must be a new record for me. I grabbed a granola bar, and one of those smoothies that come in cartons, like juice does, and ran out the door. My mom was already waiting in the car, ready to give me a lift. She was great sometimes. Well, she was great all the time; it just hit me really strongly at that moment.

We sat in a comfortable silence for a little while, before -…

"So, how's Chad?"

I hate my mom.

"Wouldn't know. Haven't seen him."

"Uh huh," her tone made it obvious she thought I was hiding something. Which I wasn't.

I took a deep breath, and began to defend myself in a really fast, high-pitched voice.

"I don't like him mom. Never have. Never will. He's a jerk. A good-looking jerk, but a jerk none the less. Well, except when he's being sweet. Then he's really sweet. But you know, there's this thing he does, he talks. It's really annoying. Of course, it's more annoying when he doesn't talk. But still. And he has great hair. I bet he spends hours on it. Jerk. And he has this really sparkly eye. Probably uses eye-shine or something. Vain jerk. I hate him. Even though he does give me butterflies in my stomach. And-"

"Sonny, dear, I only asked how he was."

My face flushed bright red at this, and the rest of the drive passed very uneventfully.

CPOV

"Morning Chaddy!"

Gawd, that girl was waaay too bubbly in the morning.

"C'mon Chaddy, get up! It's morning time!"

I grunted, just to let her know that I did not take orders from anyone. Well, except maybe her, but of course, she's the exception. To all the rules actually.

"Chaddy!"

"Fine! I'm getting up! You're such a diva, you know that?"

" I am not!"

"…"

"Chaddy… What's a diva?"

I turned over and blearily looked at her through half open eyes.

"You are!" I yelled, leaping up and chasing my giggling six-year-old sister around my bedroom.

"No! Chaddy! Put me down!" she complained, as I caught her, hoisted her over my head, slammed her down on the bed and proceeded to tickle her mercilessly.

"CHAD DYLAN COOPER!"

The bear like roar reverberated across the solid marble hallway. Uh oh. Dad was mad.

Well, he was usually mad, but he really hated it when we woke him up in the mornings. He stormed into the room, his face an interesting ruddy purple colour. "You'd better keep that little brat of a sister of yours quiet! I'm trying to sleep!"

"She's your daughter." I was trying to distract him. Annie had that look she gets when she's about to do something very stupid and potentially lethal. She slipped into my en-suite as he yelled "JUST KEEP HER QUIET, OKAY?"

"I'm sorry daddy."

His face lit up when he saw her coming out of the bathroom.

"Oh, honey, I'm not mad at you. It's this git over here."

She looked mad, but hid it with a smile. She had something planned. He turned to leave, and I took the opportunity to see what was hidden behind her back.

Shaving foam. Uh oh. I shook my head discreetly. Did she want to get me killed?

She gave me a look that was meant to be reassuring. It wasn't.

Just as Dad was about to pull the door shut behind him, she leapt on his back, clambered onto his broad shoulders, and sprayed the foam all down the front of his Calvin Klein dressing gown.

To my immense surprise, Dad didn't immediately start screaming at me. He slowly lowered Annie to the ground, quieting her giggles in the process, gave a sort of a choked growl, and shook his head. From what I could see of his face, it looked like it was taking all of his control not to turn around and strangle the both of us.

No worse than usual then.

The door shut with a bang, leaving a much-subdued Annie and me. I folded my arms around her. She looked upset. I pulled up her chin so that she was looking me in the eye, and caught that evil glint.

"You wouldn't!"

But, of course, she was already three steps ahead of me, and my beautiful hair was covered in gunk. "ANNIE!"

"It's okay, you needed a shower anyway." And with that I resumed my chasing her around the room. She squealed and took off, out the door. I made to run after her, but banged into something soft and nice smelling at the door.

"Morning mom."

"Chad, do you have to upset your father like that? Really Chad? Really?"

"Sorry." There was no reason to point out that it wasn't even my fault. From past experience I knew that that would only make things worse, and she'd just stick up for him. We could only push my father, lord of the manor so far before he snapped. And no one wanted to be around when that happened.

I looked up into my mom's face, kind, but worn with tired-lines beyond her years. "I really am sorry mom."

She broke into a rare smile. "I know honey."

I loved those smiles. They brought me right back to before, when I was small. Before my dad decided he wasn't happy with our little bubble of suburban normalcy, and decided I should be a famous (and ridiculously high earning) actor. When mom used to smile all the time. And laugh. We all used to laugh a lot back then. Before he began to drink.

Mom left, and I began to get ready. I didn't have to be at the studio for another two hours, but I liked to be there early. In case anything happened. It always seemed that whenever I wasn't there something hilariously funny, or fascinatingly scandalous would happen.

Half an hour later I grabbed my keys, tucked Annie under my arm, and rushed out to the car.

On the way to her kindergarten, Annie didn't shut up once about this new episode of So Random that she'd seen, despite my pleading. Oh well, if she wanted to talk about "The Randoms" then so be it.

I threw her out, (not literally) and made my way to the studio.

And that's all folks. Unless you review. You know you want to really.