Y'all have no idea how hard it was to keep this chappie happy (yay, I made a rhyme ) I re-wrote them in the car together six billion times, coz it always ended up in a mahooosive fight, so in the end I just left it out. Honestly, I nearly always write horribly dark & depressing stuff, so this is really hard. In the end I used Walking on Sunshine by Katrina and the Waves. If you don't know it, you literally have to YouTube it, and then dance around like Chad. It's awesome.

Anywho, THANK YOU! To everyone who alerted & reviewed. Honestly, you all made my day. Actually, you made several of them.

Oh, and apologies for all the mythology and car talk at the begging of this. My version of Chad is a secret geek. And I like Top Gear & Percy Jackson.

2. I'm Walking on Sunshine

CPOV

It occurred to me, as I drove along, how utterly amazing I must have looked to the ordinary folk passing by. My sunglasses on, my hair windswept, the car top down on my astoundingly beautiful Porsche Carrera GT, the sun glinting tantalisingly off its veneer paint. I felt like the sun god, Apollo, soaring across the sky in his golden sun chariot.

I always drove a little too fast in this car. (Well, except when I had Annie with me, but that was a different matter entirely.) It was just so much fun. The steering was perfect, the suspension, hard enough for it to feel like a sports car, soft enough for it to be blissfully comfortable to drive. And it had character. It wasn't just a car. It was passionate and fierce and proud. Like Sonny when she's really angry.

I jerked to a stop (the brakes on this thing are unbelievable – imagine a charging rhino skidding to a halt and you'll get what I'm on about) right outside the door of Annie's school. I must have been driving faster than I thought I'd been, because I was a good ten minutes too early. I dragged out my schoolbooks, stuffed my headphones in my ears, and stuck my iPod on shuffle Might as well get a jump start on my homework. I did this quite often when I was waiting for people. I'm really a massive nerd not-so-deep down.

I laughed out loud when then the first on came on. I'm Walking on Sunshine by Katrina & the Waves. So, of course, the books got flung everyone as I danced like a crazy person. As I air guitared, air drummed and air trumpeted to the ridiculously happy song I completely forgot I was in public. Eventually the song melted away, leaving me with a silly grin on my face.

That's when I noticed the bunch of rather startled six year olds, and their rather amused parents. And that's when they realised I was Chad Dylan Cooper. I glanced furtively around for Annie, keen to make my escape. She was standing with a gaggle of other tiny-tots, with a bemused expression on her tiny face. I jerked my head and gave her a look, so she hugged each and every one of her friends (sometimes being popular is not such a good thing), before making her agonisingly slow way to the car. At that moment I just wanted to melt into my seat and disappear.

The journey passed in almost silence. Not because of any awkwardness, or lack of things to say, actually, I'm sure there were a very many things Annie wanted to say, but because we'd both long since learned that unless you wanted to use your mouth as a fly net, talking was a very bad idea in this car. Besides, you aren't able to hear anything over the engine anyway.

I pulled up to a set of traffic lights, and checked to make sure Annie was okay. She had this rapturous look on her face. I strained to see what she was looking at, but there was only this massive Adventureland. Then it hit me.

"No, Annie, we have to go home for dinner."

"Chaddy, please?"

"Annie, dad will be mad." Then I realized anything that made dad mad could only be a good thing. "Fine."

Her smile lit up her entire face, and it was suddenly well worth the trouble I'd get in later.

I pulled into a conveniently placed parking space, and opened Annie's booster seat straps, bending down to talk to her as I did so.

"Only for a few minutes, okay?"

She smiled and nodded, but I knew it'd be hell to get her out of there again later. She took off as soon as I let her go, and I had to chase her into the building. The inside was blindingly colourful, and as I walked up to the desk, I noticed it was much cooler in here than it had been outside.

"How much is it for my sister to go inside?" I asked, paying more attention to Annie's struggle to take off her shoes than to the star-struck cashier.

"You're Chad Dylan Cooper."

"Really? I had no idea," I commented dryly. "How much?"

"12 dollars. Will you sign this for me?"

She indicated her tee shirt. I shrugged, scribbled my name in the sharpie she handed me, handed over the money and chased after Annie, who had gotten bored of waiting.

Eventually I got bored of watching her play, grabbed by books out of my car, got some Ben and Jerry's from the star struck cashier's star stuck friend who stood at the food counter, and settled in for a long study session.

SPOV

"Zora, remind me why we're here again?"

"Need to scope out the terrain. Meet the competition."

"Zora, it's a play ground."

"Sonny, it's Adventureland. They're having their annual slide off a week from Saturday. I should have been in training months ago."

"Zora, it's meant for little kids."

"Sonny, I am a little kid."

"Fair enough. Look, I'll be over at the food place. Gimme a shout when you're ready to go."

"Will do. Laterz."

And with that the quirky 11 year old skipped off to find her partner in crime, Holloway.

I resigned myself to a long wait, and tramped over to the motley collection of chairs and tables that passed as a place to eat. Grabbing some ice cream from a dazed-looking counter girl, I glanced around for a place to sit, which was rather pointless as the place was deserted apart from some cute guy bobbing his head to the music from some un-seen head phones and staring at a dull looking book.

I was about to sit in the nearest chair, when the girl behind the counter gave a squeal.

"You're Sonny Munroe!"

"Well spotted," I fake-cheerily. I loved meeting fans, but sometimes…

The girl had called over another one, and was gasping to her excitedly "Sonny Munroe, and Chad Dylan Cooper! In the one day? Wait, they're not here together, are they?" As the other girl assured her we were not, as Chad had come a good twenty minutes before I had, I looked around to see if I could spot him. The blonde bobbing dude caught my eye.

No way.

As I walked over to him, he glanced up. There was no mistaking that sparkly blue eye. He grinned guiltily, as though I'd caught him with his hands in the cookie jar.

"Chad, is that you?" Better safe than sorry.

"You sound like one of those obsessionists over there," he teased, jerking his head in their direction (they were now busy taking photos with their camera phones).

"Funny." I began to sit down, but before I could he moved the seat with his foot.

"CDC hasn't given you permission."

I groaned inwardly. I was not in the mood.

"Fine!" I turned to storm off, but was interrupted by the sound of the chair scraping against the linoleum floor. "Sit down Munroe."

He shut the book, took the head phones out of his ears, and stuffed both the iPod, and his copy of "The Iliad" into a very ordinary looking school bag, considering it belonged to the Chad Dylan Cooper.

Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

"So what are you doing here?" I asked the first question that popped into my head, eager to start a friendly conversation.

"My sister bullied me into taking her."

I laughed. "Zora made me take her."

A slightly uncomfortable silence descended after that, making me feel really awkward.

"Sooo…"

Chad looked at me with his icy eyes, expectant. My thoughts just kind of fizzled out.

He stood up. "Follow me," he said. Normally I would have protested, but I was kind of dazed, so I just grabbed on to his outstretched hand, and let him lead me where he would.

We went back past the counter girls, who were now staring daggers at me, and around the back of the jungle gym. Honestly, you have no idea how big this thing was. There was this unbelievably big slide, which went straight down into a massive ball pool, foam-filled punching bags, giant nets, massive bouncy balls, big enough for me to lie comfortably on, these awesome swings, that carried you right across the room and so much more that I didn't get a chance to see. It was amazing.

He pulled me into this little alcove at the top of this really long curly slide that was covered over like a tunnel the whole way down. And then he did something really expected.

He leaned in towards me, and wrapped his hands around my waist. Then, as I began to wonder what exactly was going on, he whispered "Gotcha," in my ear, and threw me head first down the slide. I could hear him laughing the whole way down. It was pitch dark, and a little scary. I couldn't tell where I was going to go next. It was the most fun I've had in years.

My scream morphed into a wild, unrestrained laugh, and I struggled to turn myself the right way around.

I reached the bottom of the slide all too soon. I sat up dizzily, trying to get my bearings in the blinding light, but before I could even think straight, let alone stand up, something hard and warm smacked forcefully into my back.

"Cha-ad!" I complained, as he grinned, and helped me up.

"It was fun though?" both of his eyes sparkled madly.

"Yeah, I guess."

He grinned like the cat that got the cream.

"C'mon." My turn to mess with little Chaddy-kins.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

I pulled him to the top of a stairs made of these mad foamy cushion things that must make it impossible to climb. Then I reached up to brush a lock of hair out of his eyes. He glanced around, and comprehension dawned just a second too late, as I flung him down into the ball pit. His flailing arms caught the hem of my waist coat, and we ended up entangled once more, at the bottom of the stairs, neck deep in little plastic balls.

We just lay there for a minute, laughing madly. It was… nice.

Eventually, he pulled me up again, and we raced around trying each of the things in turn.

***

We stumbled giggling out of the maze, only to look up in to the eyes of two irate little girls.

"We've been waiting for you for half an hour already." Zora sounded mad.

"Yes Chaddy, what happened to 'only for a little while'?"

Zora and I snorted. "Chaddy?"

He shrugged. "She's six."

"Can I call you Chaddy too?" I smirked.

"Go on, I dare you," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eye. I decided to let it drop. I'd already been tickled mercilessly by those hands today.

We went our separate ways after apologizing furiously to the girls, and paying for Chad and me. I de-giddified very quickly after that.

Well, that was much more Channy-ish than I expected. It kinda took a random turn there in the middle. I had planned to just have them sitting down eating B&J's. Ah well. I like it. R&R, pwetty pwease?