Vacation with roses: Chapter 2

Chad's POV

"Chad, come here for a second!" Sonny shouted, pounding on my bedroom door. Sheesh, she told me to stay off her side of the house, and now she's on mine? Not that I minded.

Sunlight blazed through my bedroom window, bathing me in it's harmful rays. I layed there for a minute, with my eyes wide open, adjusting to the light. Sonny went back on her side; I could hear her footsteps leaving. She wanted me to follow, which again I didn't mind at all.

Somehow I got the strength to pull myself out of bed and enter Sonny's side of the house, which was blocked off by a wall with a single door on it. It was unlocked, so I welcomed myself in without knocking. She didn't knock either, so why should I?

Sonny wasn't in the living room, which wasn't as nice as my living room. I brought with a few extra things from my dressing room to spruce it up, which included all the gaming systems you could imagine. I am Chad Dylan Cooper, which means I can have anything in the world.

Well, not everything.

Sonny was in the kitchen, pouring juice into a cup out of a pitcher. She was wearing only her bathing suit, which made me stop dead in my tracks, trying to take my eyes off of her. I was not succeding. She wasn't facing me, which was a good thing at the moment.

Then she turned around, obviously feeling my presence. I leaned against the doorframe, trying to look as nonchalant as possibly. I don't think it was working. So I spoke first, trying to ignore her suspicious expression.

"Well Monroe, I didn't know you were a girl." Ouch. Maybe I shouldn't have been so rude.

"Chad, let's not argue. Let's try to make the best out of this horrible, horrible suitation. Which is why I called you on my side. Which, by the way, will be on rare occasion." She sat down at the table, folding her hands and tilting her head, looking at me.

"Okay, what do you want then?" I sighed, sitting down at the chair opposite of her. The table was a small square, with only four chairs. Obviously this wasn't a house where you could have a large party.

"Let's make a vow to not annoy each other." She suggested.

"A vow? Why do you put it like that? It sounds like were getting married."

"Well do you want to get married?"

"Why are you offering?"

"Ugh, whatever!" She huffed cutely. "Let's make a promise, then. Yeah?"

"I don't know," I said hesitantly, making her frown, "it's fun to annoy you."

"But that's not fair! I always try to annoy you, but I can never do it! And then you always end up annoying me in the end, and I feel like you aren't even phased by one word i've said to hurt you. I can never win. Please, Chad." She begged, looking me straight in the eye. It was really starting to annoy me, because how could I say no when she was staring at me with those huge, innocent, brown eyes.

"Fine." I mumbled, too embarassed to say it any louder. She heard it fine, though.

"Really? No more annoying each other?" She asked, looking surprised. I nodded my head, then stood up to walk away. But before I could walk back to my side, she spoke up again and stopped me.

"Wait, we have to make it official."

"I'm not going to kiss you if that's what you're wondering." Hell yes I would. But I couldn't let her know that.

"What? No! I meant like shaking hands or something like that?" She asked unsurely, shrugging. She was standing up then, and I could get a full look of her in her bathing suit. Damn it, I couldn't look away.

I tried looking all over the kitchen, trying to advert my gaze from her, not wanting to look like a pervert. But it isn't that wrong for a guy to be checking out girl, is it?

My eyes settled on the juice pitcher, and it was then that I got a good idea.

"I know how to make it official." I said smoothly, walking over to the counter. She watched my every move with questioning eyes. I grabbed the pitcher, took of the lid, and in one swift move I flipped around and splashed the juice all over her.

"Chad!" She screamed. Ah, the pleasure I got from her screaming my name. Okay, not like that. I'm not that much of a perv.

"How does you splashing juice all over me make this official?!" She yelled at me, wiping up all the juice with a towel that was hanging on the chair.

"Guess you have to go swimming now to wash off, huh?" I laughed, knowing she probably wasn't going to actually go in the water, but sun bathe instead.

"God Chad, you're such an idiot. You just annoyed me, which means you broke the promise."

"Nuh-uh. I said that splashing juice on you would make it official, which means I just made it official right now. Ha. You can't out smart me, Monroe. I'm Chad Dylan Cooper."

"I know who you are, you don't have to remind me every minute of my life!" She shouted, walking around the table to try to leave the kitchen and go outside. But her foot caught on a leg of one of the chairs that was sticking out, and she tripped.

Luckily I caught her, and she was right in my arms.

"You're welcome." I said first, probably because I knew she wasn't going to say thank you. She hated me, apparently.

But she said nothing, and she just stared up at me while I looked down at her, waiting for her to speak.

"You look handsome." She whispered mindlessly, not even aware of what she was saying. I knew I looked handsome, but when it came out of her mouth, I was so suprised.

"Did you-"

"Let go of me now, Chad!" She yelled, squirming out of my arms, trying to cover up what she said. But it's all that kept replaying in my mind.

"Sonny, I heard what you-"

"I'm going for a swim." She interrupted me, then walked swiftly out of the house and on to the beach.

I wanted to follow her really bad. I wanted to tell her that she looked beautiful, with her curly hair cascading down her back, and her beautiful brown eyes that made me feel like I could never get her.

The truth is, I could never get her.

I slumped in a chair, looking out the window and watching her walk into the warm ocean water. I knew she wanted me to follow, that was the whole point. Duh, Chad! How could you have not realized that earlier?

I ran out on the beach after her, already in my bathing suit. It didn't take long to get them on. As I was running, I could feel the hot sand between my toes. I should have put on some sandals, because the bottoms of my feet felt like they were burning up.

She was already in the water, diving under and wetting her hair, since I got juice in it, too. I splashed in and walked in deeper to wear she was. The water was extremely warm, and I didn't even have to get used to it.

She surfaced, wiping her eyes and immediatly seeing me.

"Hey, I came out here, because how much fun can you have when you're swimming alone? Honestly?"

"Thanks. But Chad, we're not exactly the best of friends. You don't have to pretend like you like me, because I know you hate me. So you can go hang out on your half of the house again, and you don't even have to talk to me. Just don't annoy me, that's all. I didn't say we had to act like friends."

"I don't hate you, Sonny. Why do you think that?"

"Because you always make fun of me. You like to annoy me. It's obvious."

I wanted to tell her she was right. But then I would be lying. I liked her, which was the exact opposite of hating. I didn't know what to say, without giving away that I liked her, even if it was just the slightest bit.

"I don't hate you, and I mean that. Let's just drop this topic now." I suggested, diving under a wave that was coming. When I came up, Sonny was staring at me blankly.

"What, you don't believe me?" I asked her, as she dove under a wave also, coming closer to me.

"It's hard to, Chad. Put yourself in my shoes. You always annoy me or make fun of me back at the studio. How am I supposed to believe you now when you're saying you don't hate me? And don't say you don't hate me because it's 'a strong word'. I know you, Chad Dylan Cooper."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. I can predict everything you're going to do."

"Really? What am I about to do right now, then?"

"You're going to splash water on me." She said confidently, but she was still wrong. I stepped closer so that she was inches away from me, and before she could ask what I was doing, I closed the space between our lips, ever-so-lightly brushing mine on hers. It was short, but I didn't want her to know that I liked her. I just wanted her to think I was doing it for fun. I pulled away, leaving her with her mouth open and eyes wide.

"Didn't predict that, did you?" I teased, then dunked under a wave and started swimming away from her.

She didn't get mad, or yell, or do anything she usually did. Which meant she liked it.

I'm going to have to do that more often.

A/N Thanks for the reviews, guys! I feel like this chapter is short. Hmm. I don't know. Review though! Please&thanks. :]