2009, Chad POV:

I'm waltzing my way through the airport, waving to a few paparazzi here and there, or at least what in my mind are paparazzi. So I haven't quite had my big break yet, but I've done some stuff here and there, TV shows and some minor roles in movies. I'm on Wikipedia and IMBD, so yeah I can wave at my paparazzi if I want.

I am just about to lug my crap through security when a couple, full on making out in the middle of the airport, snags my attention. Upon closer inspection, I come to the realization that I know the dude getting some serious action for dropping of his girlfriend-at least who I assume is his girlfriend, kudos to him if it isn't-at the airport.

I, having no shame, or filter of the mind for that matter, confront the couple.

"James," I greet, leaning to the side slightly so as to see his face.

Annoyance crosses his features momentarily but then his expression returns to that cool collected look only a celebrity can pull off. He draws back from his girl to meet my smug expression.

"Chad, wasn't expecting to see you here." He extends his hand to me and we bro-hug. You know, when guys hug it out with a handshake type smack on the back hug.

"Oh well," I say after we release from our masculine display of caring for the other's existence. "My public needs me, so I'm off to New York to shoot a movie."

His eyebrows lift in surprise. "Really? Well, congratulations. I wish you the best man but I should be-" His girlfriend clears her throat to remind him of her presence. "Oh, Chad, this is Sonny Munroe. Sonny this is Chad, he had a recurring role on my show once before he got killed off."

We all laugh uncomfortably before I say, "Well, I've got a plane to catch, so I'll see you around, James. It was great seeing you."

As I make my way through security, I can't help but feel that I've seen that brunette of his before. Sonny Munroe. And I swear I know that name. Perhaps she was an adoring fan of mine; I wouldn't be surprised, as I do have many.

Once I have lugged all my crap onto the plane and taken my seat in coach, which will soon be first class after this movie, I people watch as the remaining passengers file in. Fat guy in shorts too tight, old woman so wrinkled she looks like she's lived in a pool all her life, and a family with screaming children. Wonderful for a six hour flight.

And then a cute little brunette catches my attention. It's definitely James's Sonny Munroe. I watch as she gracefully pulls her suitcase through the aisle and lifts it up into the overhead bin. To my surprise she takes her seat in front of me.

I contemplate asking her if we've met before but I'm certain she would be completely freaked out by me. Or think I'm coming on to her. Not that that's a bad thing.

After about an hour into the flight, the flight attendants come down the aisle taking drink orders. As they approach Sonny, who I've been creeping on for the last hour, she interrupts their question of what she would like to drink by rhyming their names in some silly song.

And suddenly realization smacks me across my beautiful face like a ton of bricks. Sonny Munroe! The Sonny Munroe I rode all the way to Los Angeles with after college. Sonny who rhymes people's names and does break-up-worthy impersonations.

I lean over the top of her seat, poke her in the cheek and say, "University of Wisconsin? We rode together after graduation. You totally wanted to bang."

Her jaw drops and for a moment I think she just might smack me. "Excuse me, but I never had any desire to sleep with you, Chad," she sneers at me. Yep, that's definitely her.

I ask the guy next to her if he'll switch seats with me, to which he obliges. A heavy sigh escapes Sonny's ruby lips.

"I was hoping you wouldn't recognize me," she confesses to me, arms crossed, not looking at me.

"Well, it's too late for that. So how've you been? Finally had actual great sex yet?" I prod, elbowing her in the side.

She sneers at me, leaning as far away from me as the small coach seats will allow. "I was wonderful until you showed back up in my life asking your extremely personal questions."

"At least I make for interesting conversation," I comment, earning myself an eye roll. Before Sonny can return to the script she was reading I elect to pry some more, "So you and James, eh? You've been dating, what, a couple of weeks?"

She eyes me suspiciously. "We've been dating three weeks. How did you know that?"

I shrug. "Taking someone to the airport is obviously the start of a new relationship. You're still in the honeymoon phase at that point. I always end it right before the airport stage of the relationship because, you never want to hear someone tell you, 'You never take me to the airport anymore.' Thus begins the nagging phase of your relationship and then, you know, you start feeling insecure, 'Are they taking someone else to the airport? Am I not good enough to be taken to the airport?' It's all downhill from there."

Sonny merely shakes her head at me, wavy dark hair following. "Just as optimistic as I remember you to be, Chad."

I lean back in the seat and shake my finger at her. "I'll have you know, I am quite the optimistic person. In fact, I'm getting married."

She gapes at me in disbelief before her chocolate eyes narrow slightly. "I don't believe you. You, self-proclaimed heart throb, are getting married? You of all people should not be permitted to get married."

I nod my affirmation. "Yup. Hard to believe, right? I do feel some remorse though, I mean, God's gift to women is going to be permanently off the market. But that's exactly why I wanted to get married. There comes a time when you just get sick of wondering how long to hold a woman after sex before you can leave. With a wife, I wouldn't have to wonder, I'd just hold her after doin' it, go to sleep, and repeat the process tomorrow."

"That's both insightful and absolutely repulsive, Chad. Who is the poor soul anyway?"

"Her name is Penelope. Dark hair, brown eyes, super hot. Yeah," I elongate the word as I stretch out and get comfortable for the long flight, "she's lucky to have me."

Sonny scoffs at this. "I'm sure she is, Chad."

I doze off for a few hours but am abruptly shaken awake by the landing. Sonny laughs at me as I jolt awake, gripping the arm rests of the seat with white-knuckle force.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, have a nice nap?"

Once off the plane and in the terminal, we walk together, which mainly consists of me walking next to her as she takes different directions to try to avoid me.

"You know, Chad, I'm happy you've found someone able to put up with your shit. God help her," she says to me as we make our way to baggage claim.

"So does this make us friends now, Sonshine?" I retort with my dazzling smile.

"If I recall, you said on the drive to L.A. that men and women can never be friends because the sex part of it gets in the way."

"Oh, yeah, that rule still stands. However, it has been amended to allow friendships between men and women who are involved in a relationship."

Sonny nods her approval when a thought cancels out what I've just said.

"No wait, that doesn't work either. Because your partner starts to wonder why you have to be friends with that person and then it creates tension in the relationship. 'Are they giving them something I'm not? Why do they need another woman in their life?' And then you start to realize you find yourself secretly attracted to your 'friend' and ultimately you want to sleep with them. Your friendship and relationship are then ruined and the rule still stands. Thus, men and women can never be friends."

"Whatever you say, Chad. If you don't mind, I'm going to go fetch my bag and be on my way. It was," she pauses, "interesting seeing you again. Goodbye."

I bid her farewell and go off in search of my bag as well. The next time that girl sees me, it'll be on a big screen. And I'll look damn good too.