Author's Note: A lot of this chapter was inspired by this special day: October 2nd; the day Chad got another chance from Sonny. So have a good October 2nd! Hope you guys like the story!


Chapter 1: What Goes Up Must Come Down

Chad and Sonny sitting on the famous couch of the Prop House in So Random! quarters. Chad's arm around Sonny, this time with his 'let's cuddle' arm. Sonny's was comfortably set in the crook between Chad's neck and shoulder. She could hear his heart beat that went badoom badoom badoom. Chad played with the ends of her hair, letting them slip through his fingers until he would lift the strand again. Sonny gripped his free hand, letting her thumb rub against his knuckle. These were all simple acts of affection, but they were just as equal as if they were kissing; it had the same intensity.

"I've been thinking," Chad whispered, "that we should go to do some daring stuff."

"Are you sure?" Sonny asked, concerned, lifting her head from her shoulder to look at his blue eyes. "Just you and me? No secret body guard who will miraculously show up when you're in danger. No stunt doubles? Just me and you?"

"Yes," he whispered back, but then smirked. "But I think we should take one step at a time; how about we go bike riding, I mean, I just learned how to ride a bike for you. And I have improved," he finished confidently.

"I know you have, Chad. But are you sure you going to do this? What happens if you get hurt?" asked silly Sonny, still concerned.

"Don't worry, Sonny. I think I have mastered the art of two-wheel riding by now. I've been upgraded to only just wearing a helmet—no more knee and elbow pads!"

Sonny lightly smiled. "Okay, let's go."

Chad returned the smile and stands up. He held out his hand, so he can help lift Sonny. Sonny gave him an appreciative grin. Hand-in-hand, they headed out to storages of the Condor Studios to pick up some bikes that were left around.

In the storage, there were a plenty of bikes. But guess what Chad got…blue. And Sonny…yellow. They got matching helmets that were with the bikes.

"Let me help you with that, m' lady," Chad said, as he helped Sonny buckle her helmet underneath her chin. Though, just as smoothly, he leaned in and kissed her, right after he clicked the buckle together. Their eyes slowly closed and their kiss became more intense. Sonny gripped onto his jacket, pulling him closer to her. And Chad held onto Sonny's face as if he had needed her for dear life. Their heads moved, so each time they leaned in, their lips would meet for a kiss.

Lips still locked, they moved slightly to the left, they knocked down some of the bikes that were out in the open. They pulled apart, breathless.

"I see we also mastered the skill of kissing as well," Sonny joked, still breathless, referring back to day they tried to get their first kiss; that day was just horrible.

Chad smirked. "You were a'ight," he teased, but was shallowly breathing.

Sonny lifted her eyebrows. "Oh, I'm sure I was better than the pig." She crossed her arms, waiting for a reply.

"Definitely better," he reassured her, kissing her cheek. He slid his hand down her arm until he gripped her hand, and tugged her toward the yellow and blue bikes they prepared.

Smiling at each other, they went on the bikes and began to ride down the Hollywood streets. Truly enough, Chad had definitely improved bike riding, no more swinging limbs and no more wobbles. Chad became a strong bike rider. Up and down the hills, they raced each other, but Chad let Sonny go ahead of him. The two of them, with the wind against their faces, felt free on their bikes, as if they were birds free on their wings.

Their smiles were so big, so pure, that it is usually hard to grasp when you're in Hollywood, but the two of them together, it just makes it easier. Pedestrians that walked on sidewalk, smiled with them because everybody around them felt their happiness.

"Sonny, see, I'm not so bad anymore. I am such a pro," Chad replied, beginning to ride his bike with no hands.

He saw Sonny shake her head, and turned her head to look at him. "Chad, you're such a—"

A horn rang out through her right ear, leaving her left.

"—Sonny!" Chad yelled as he heard a horn.

Sonny turned her head back, to see at her right there was a limo coming at full speed. It hit her. With the transfer of velocity, Sonny flew into the air, but unfortunately, her leg got caught between the front of the car and her bike, popping at the knee. As the bike fell, she landed on her left arm onto the concrete. Her body became limp.

Chad watched the disaster unfold through his eyes. He saw the blood that rushed out of her. He saw how she writhed in pain, crying. He jumped off his bike and ran to Sonny, just realizing that he began to cry, too.

"Sonny," he said, almost like a chant, if it wasn't for his crying. He gripped her face, to see that she had tears and her eyes were closed, eyebrows scrunched with intensity.

"Chad, it hurts," she whispered, as she opens her eyes. Her eyes were red, plumped from the tears.

"I know, but where does it hurt?" he asked with desperation.

"Everywhere," she groaned.

"Where does it hurt the most?" he asked, rewording what he said.

"Arm," Sonny said, breathing deeply, "and leg."

Chad looked. Her arm was limp against the concrete and her leg was bent at an awkward angle; he felt sick.

Finally, the limo driver and the actor that was attained in the limo came out of the car.

There he was…back in the flesh; James Conroy.


Author's Note: Please review! And thanks for reading! - Quite the Imagination