Sonny's POV

I sit in my dressing room on the couch, reading a tween weekly magazine. This issue has Tawni Hart on the cover, and it's all about romance, as it is February and Valentine's is right around the corner. The article I am reading focuses on the advancement of relationships, and how to tell if a relationship is going anywhere. So far, everything seems to be pretty accurate.

"If you and your bae don't have sex within at least 6 months of dating (and there are no religious reasons against it), then something is definitely wrong!" it says. My eyes get a little wider as I continue to read, "The physical aspect of a relationship is just as important as the emotional, and if there is nothing physical going on, then your relationship is half as good as it could be! Attraction is a key part in a relationship, and just having personalities click doesn't mean a relationship is going to work out. If you and your lover are lacking in the physical department, maybe you're better off at being friends."

I set down the magazine with a huff. That cannot be right. I skim the article quickly. As much as I don't want to agree with it, I do. There obviously is something lacking in our relationship; I just didn't realize it until I read this article.

Just as I'm thinking about mine and Chad's relationship, Tawni saunters in.

"Hey, Tawni," I say, standing up from the sofa. "I've got a question for you."

"Yes, Wisconsin cheese is the best cheese there is," she says dully, not even glancing my way.

I roll my eyes, "No, I'm being serious. I...do you think sex is important in a relationship, just as important as loving each other?" I ask nervously.

She looks at me as if I just asked if the sky was blue. "Duh! I mean, you know the saying: actions speak louder than words, right?" She takes a seat at her makeup table and practices posing in the mirror.

She did have a point.

"But there are other actions that display love like...holding hands, kissing, um," I begin to try and think of romantic things Chad and I did. "Smiling," I say weakly.

The more I think about it, the more I realize how lacking Chad and I are in the displays of affection department. I take a seat back on the sofa.

She laughs, "Yeah, if you're in middle school." She turns around to look at me. "Why are you asking me this anyways?"

"No reason," I say, my voice going up an octave.

"Is this somehow in relation to you and Chad?" she asks, already knowing the answer. Tawni is smarter than people give her credit for.

"A little," I say, my voice cracking. "See, Chad and I haven't...well, we haven't really-"

"Had sex," she finishes for me, as if the conclusion was obvious.

I thought she would be shocked and talk about how much we loved each other and how it was impossible to think we wouldn't have had sex yet, but she just acts casual about it, like it was completely normal for us to not have sex.

"You're not shocked?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Sonny, people basically had to force you to kiss each other," she laughs, shaking her head. "It's pretty obvious you guys haven't had sex."

"Wait a minute! That's not fair, okay? Chad and I kissed on our own when we were ready," I protest. "People didn't force us into it. In fact, people forcing us into it made us not want to do it. That was the problem, not us."

"Ok, ok," she says, holding her hands in the air. "If you guys are as perfect for each other as you'd like to think, then why haven't you guys banged?"

"Tawni, don't call it that!" I chastise her. "It might be banging for people who have no feelings towards each other, but for people that are in love - people like Chad and I - it's called making love."

"So in love that you haven't done it," Tawni says knowingly.

Again, she does have a point.

But Chad and I are in love... right?

"You don't think that we're in love?" I ask, genuinely wanting to know her assessment of the situation.

She lets out a sigh, "I think you and Chad like each other, a lot, and maybe even love each other, but in love..." she hesitates before she answers, "no."

Before I can defend myself, she adds, "I mean, if you were really in love, you wouldn't reject him all the time."

I look at her oddly, "What are you talking about?"

"Is it that you're not attracted to him? Is that it?" she asks, ignoring my question.

I shake my head vigorously. "Of course, I'm attracted to him. What does that have to do with anything?"

She rolls her eyes before continuing, "Sonny, sonny, sonny. Look, if you were really in love with Chad, you wouldn't turn him down when things start to get heated."

I look at her strangely again, completely confused. "Okay, I'm so lost. I don't turn him down when we kiss."

"I mean when he starts to get grabby, or when he wants to take off your shirt or something like that," she corrects me.

I continue to stare at her, completely puzzled.

"He doesn't make moves on you?" she asks, now seeming shocked.

"Chad is a gentleman," I say, crossing my arms and avoiding answering her question directly.

"Oh, Sonny, he could be Clark Gable, and he'd still make moves on you. Either Chad's testosterone levels are at an all-time low or..." she doesn't finish.

"Or what?" I demand.

"Maybe he's...not attracted to you," she says delicately.

My mouth drops open. The nerve of that girl!

"Tawni, if this is just another way to make me admit that you're prettier than me again-"

"That's not it," she says, shaking her head. "Look, I think your gorgeous-"

A smile creeps on my face.

"Stop it." she says, holding a finger up. "But...maybe Chad doesn't find you...sexually stimulating."

My smile completely falls. "Wha-, but-, he-, and I-, huh-" I panic, looking around the room as if it would give me an answer.

"You know, maybe Chad likes girls with big butts or blondes or maybe tall girls. Who knows."

"You're being ridiculous," I say, standing up.

"Am I?" she asks. "Come on, who initiated your first kiss?"

I think back to the few seconds before our lips first met. I don't want to answer, but I have to.

"Me," I say quietly.

"See, it's nothing personal. It's just that sometimes there's no spark," she says.

I think back to when she told me that, before Chad and I had our first kiss. She was wrong that time, but maybe she was right now. Chad hasn't initiated anything with me, and I know it's not because he's a gentleman. He's still a man, and men want to have sex. It's just in their DNA. I've never been so confused. I think Chad's in love with me, though he's never told me that. But if he really was in love with me, he'd want to make love to me. What if Chad and I are just friends who got mixed up in a romantic relationship?

Chad's POV

"Mackenzie," Chasity says, breathing heavily. "Penelope is right downstairs. We could get caught."

"She won't find out. Besides, I need you right now," I tell her.

Now, Mac and Chloe are supposed to start making out and implied sex occurs.

Chasity and I have been practicing in my dressing room for an upcoming scene we have to shoot later today.

"This sex scene is going to be so awkward," Chasity says, blushing and covering her hands with her face. "I don't want the first time I have to have pretend sex to be in front of a bunch of crewman and a camera."

I smile a little at how embarrassed she is. "Hey, it'll be fine. I'll help you through it," I assure her.

"What if I do something wrong? What if I accidentally sigh a name other than Mackenzie's?" she asks, her face more red than before.

"Whose name might that be?" I ask with a smirk playing on my lips.

"None of your business!" she exclaims. "But seriously, I go in there perfectly rehearsed every time, and now I'm going to have to improvise. I can't do that!"

I hesitate before saying, "You want to run through the whole scene with me? All of it?"

She looks at me with hopeful eyes. "You'd do that for me?"

"Yeah, making out with a pretty girl is pretty gruesome work, but I think I can handle it," I joke, hoping to make her more at ease. Instead, it just makes her stiffen more. "Hey, I'm kidding. This is just work. I've done sex scenes a thousand times. I know how to make it look real."

She lets out a sigh of relief, "Thank you. And you're sure Sonny wouldn't mind?" she asks.

"Again, this is work. Strictly professional," I tell her and I wholeheartedly believe that. My relationship with Sonny is too solid to be threatened by a physical act.

I stand up and she does the same.

"I'm taking it from when we enter my bedroom," I tell her before getting into character. I grab her face and pull her in for a deep kiss. It lasts for a few seconds before she cuts it off.

"Mackenzie, Penelope is right downstairs. We could get caught," she says, looking around anxiously.

"She won't find out. Besides," I say, grabbing the hem of her shirt, "I need you right now."

I kiss her as I pull the shirt off of her and our lips break apart in order to do so. I push her onto the couch and get on top of her.

I bury my head into her neck and begin kissing her wildly. She tugs at my hair, but way too hard.

"Ow! My hair, my hair." I exclaim.

She immediately lets go and I can feel her face heating up. "I'm sorry!"

"It's fine; just be more gentle in the shooting," I coach before returning back to my character.

"Chloe, you're so damn sexy," I breathe in between kisses on her jawline and her collarbone.

She grabs my head and pulls it up to hers. I lean down to kiss her and bites down on my lip, hard.

"Ow!" I yelp, her teeth still biting down on my lower lip. "Let go."

She instantly does and her face is blood red. She uses her hand to shield her face from my eyes. "I'm so sorry! I'm terrible, aren't I?"

"No, no," I say, hoping to soothe her. Man, I'm glad we practiced before filming. "You're just nervous. Just try to go with the flow. I'll guide you through everything."

Before I go back to kissing her, I remind her, "And remember, Chloe wants Mac too. So don't just lay there like a dead fish. I know it's awkward, but you've got to get into it."

She nods before going back to kissing me. She bites down a few times and I try not to wince too loudly.

After about five more minutes of starting and stopping, telling her what she's doing wrong and (what little) she's doing right, we're done with the scene.

"Sonny's a lucky girl," she tells me as she puts her shirt back on.

I look at her strangely, not sure how to take the ill-delivered compliment. Then again, it is awkward Chloe so I decide to just go with it.

"I didn't mean it like I want to have sex with you or anything," she says quickly. "Not that I wouldn't want to. I mean, you're nice and good looking, but we just don't like each other like that-"

I interrupt her, both for her sake as well as mine. "I understand."

"All I meant was that Sonny was lucky to have a guy who knows his way around the bedroom," she says, her face getting redder with every word.

I chuckle a little as I put my shirt back on, "Well, that's not exactly a room Sonny and I visit too often. Or ever."

She looks at me, wide-eyed. "You mean you're a virgin?"

I shake my head, "No, it's just that Sonny and I haven't done it."

"Oh," she says before asking a question that I could tell she desperately wanted an answer to, "why not?"

I shrug, "Just hasn't happened yet. Sonny and I aren't...sexual to each other really, come to think of it." I think out loud.

I analyze all my past relationships in my head and realize how sex driven they were and how this one is the exact opposite.

"That's weird," she observes. "I mean, since you guys are such a good couple, you think that you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of each other. Is it that you aren't attracted to her?"

"What? Of course I am! She's gorgeous. Anybody can see that," I say.

"Is it that...she's not attracted to you?" Chasity asks me.

I look at her as if she asked the dumbest question alive, which she did.

"Chasity, you don't become the star of the number one tween show without being good looking," I tell her.

"Yeah, maybe she thinks you're cute, but maybe she likes guys with big muscles or black hair or guys with accents or-" she continues to rant about the list of attractive qualities that I don't possess.

"Chasity," I stop her. "I get it."

She blushes, "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad. Maybe I'm completely wrong. Like when you first kissed her, who pulled away first?"

I think about it before replying, "Sonny."

I think a little more about our other kisses. "Come to think of it, Sonny pulls away first almost all the time. Actually, she does pull away first all the time. Oh my gosh. Sonny isn't attracted to me."

"Wait, don't jump to any conclusions," she says.

"You're the one who brought this up!" I exclaim.

"Yeah, but you know me. I just say whatever comes to mind. If she wasn't attracted to you, she wouldn't be dating you in the first place," she tells me.

I think about that statement and ponder it. Maybe she's dating me cause of our emotional connection, but that can only take a relationship so far. Maybe she isn't attracted to me. I've got to figure it out. Soon.

Sonny's POV

I walk over to the Mackenzie Falls set. It should be their last scene of the day, and after that, Chad and I had planned on going out to eat. I walk in to find a set I have only seen a few times. It was Mackenzie's bedroom. I could tell because of the obnoxious overuse of blue and the pictures of Chad as a kid on the walls.

"Alright, guys, in 5...4...3...2-" the director, Mark, begins before Chad cuts him off.

"Cut," he shouts. "My lady on the set."

Instead of our usual "fishing for Sonny" game, he walks over to me.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" he asks curiously.

"Oh, I just thought I'd hang out here and watch you guys wrap up before we ate. I had nothing to do anyways," I say with a shrug.

He looks around before refocusing on me, "Well, you don't have to." He shakes his head. "It might be a little awkward. It's a...it's a sex scene."

I gulp a little at the thought of Chad having pretend sex with another girl. We haven't even had pretend sex!

"Chad, it's fine," I assure him. "You're a professional. It's your job. Besides, I want to see m'man in action."

"Ooh, m'man," he repeats. "I like it." He smiles. "Alright, it won't be long."

I lean in a little to give him a quick kiss, like I'd be staking my territory, but he quickly turns and walks back off to the set.

"Alright, in 5...4...3...2..." he points to the empty set.

Chad and Chasity walk in through the door, kissing as they do. Chad shuts the door behind him and he smiles a little into the kiss. Chasity pulls away, "Mackenzie, Penelope is downstairs. What if we get caught?"

"We won't. She'll never find out," he insists, nibbling on her neck a little. "Besides, I need you right now."

He grabs her by the face and kisses her passionately. His hands roam her body until he finds the hem of her shirt and he pulls it over her.

He pushes her onto the bed before climbing on top of her, taking off his own shirt. She grabs his hair and sighs as he kisses every inch of her neck and collarbone. "Chloe, do you know how damn sexy you are?"

Hearing him talk dirty to her makes my heart stop. His voice is full of lust. I've never heard him sound like that. His character's attraction towards Chloe is obviously higher than his own towards me. I bite my lip as I watch.

He trails down to her stomach and kisses in between her breasts, his mouth going over the thin fabric of her bra, to get there. She grabs on his hair and yanks it. His head pops up.

"You're driving me crazy. Just take me now." she breathes, her hands roaming to places mine had never been before. He goes back to kissing her, and after what felt like a lifetime, the director finally calls cut.

They both get up from their positions as if nothing had happened. Chad grabs Chasity's shirt from the floor and hands it to her. She quickly puts it back on. They exchange a few words before departing.

He walks over to me as he puts on his own shirt. "Hey, you ready to go now?"

"Actually, I'm not that hungry. I think I'm just going to head on home." I tell him.

Chad's POV

Oh my gosh. Seeing me act sexual took her appetite away. Gosh, she must be disgusted by me.

"Oh," I say, embarrassed. "You sure you don't just want to get something to eat and then take it back to your house?"

"No," she says, shaking her head. "I'd better go. I'll see you tomorrow."

She awkwardly gives me a hug before walking off. No kiss? Chasity must have been right. If she doesn't even want to kiss me after seeing me do all that to a girl, there's no way she'll ever want to have sex with me. Our relationship is as good as gone.

I know that was a really long first chapter, but once I started, I couldn't stop. If you'd like me to continue this story, please review and let me know! I'm not sure how long I intend on making this, but if people like it, I'll keep writing!