DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own Sonny With A Chance! I never have and never will!

Chapter 1: "Please?"

Sonny's POV

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"Good, I'll pick you up at 8!"

"Fine! Wait…what?" I stared at him, completely confused. Too confused to even change the tone of my voice.

He looked as shocked at himself as I was and even slightly dejected as he heard the angry tone of my reply. I could have kissed him right then and there, just for that sad look that was briefly on his face, but, quick as a flash, it was replaced with a small sneer.

"Oh, you so want me Munroe" he said with a look of contempt that allowed me to quickly remind myself, yet again, that I hated this 3-named-jerk. "Admit it, you want me just as much as I w-…" He suddenly broke off in horror of his own words and I smiled, gloatingly at him, trying my best not to blush.

"As you what Chad?" I asked innocently, trying to hide my glee. I cursed myself as a torrent of emotions flooded through me and once again I had to remind myself that I hated Chad, because I do, I really do hate Chad, definitely, I…

Chad was staring at me, his deep blue eyes burning deep into me like blue sapphires, burying themselves deep into my soul…

I mentally shook myself. What was I doing, I hated Chad!

Chad stood there, looking very awkward and I suddenly realized what I must look like, staring idiotically at him. I mentally shook myself again and quickly closed my mouth. I hated Chad, yes, hated him.

But Chad was still standing there, nervously and the look of vulnerability on his face was starting to shake my resolve.

He still hadn't answered me.

"Chad?" I prompted softly, feeling butterflies dance in my stomach, suddenly scared of hearing what he had to say. Very scared.

Stupid Chad, shaking my resolve.

I watched Chad; scared the hope I was feeling would manage to etch itself onto my face. I tried my best to keep my face completely blank.

Chad seemed to be coming to the end of his own internal battle and I watched him as he took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever he was about to do.

"Sonny, will you go out with me?" he said very quickly.

I gaped, as my mind quickly went blank. I honestly hadn't expected him to say that, however much I had hoped for it, I had always known that we couldn't be together. After all, we hated each other…or we did…I think…

I looked at him properly, and the fear and hope on his face completely tore down any resolve that I had left standing. I could not believe how much I loved the genuine-ness of the look on his face. I loved it.

I loved him.

"Please?" He spoke in beautiful, shuddering note of fear that nearly broke my heart.

I beamed and saw a flicker of hope flash over his face, before I threw my arms around him.

"Yes!" I whispered, surprised to hear how choked up my voice was. But then again, I wasn't really surprised, I knew I had been lying to myself. I had always known. Even though there had been some times where I hadn't wanted to know-but I couldn't think of any of those times now.

All I could think of was "YES".

I pulled out of the embrace to look at him. His eyes were glowing with happiness and that was too much for me. I crushed my lips to his, never wanting this moment to end and allowed the warmth radiating from my heart to engulf me.