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Disclaimer: if SWAC was mine we wouldn't have to wait a month between new episodes!

#2. Reality

"Sonny," his voice is smooth, flawless, echoing through her eardrums.

"Chad," she spits back instantly, as if a bug flew into her mouth and she needs to eradicate it.

His voice softens as he caresses her face. "Sonny…"

Since when is Chad Dylan Cooper so- so- so dreamy?

Oh, yeah. Always.

"Hey, did you fall for me yet?" he grins in that ever-so-cocky-yet-sweet-at-the-same-time way only Chad Dylan Cooper can pull off. The look that makes you want to smack him and pounce him at the same time.

"Pfft, pssh, n—" but before Sonny finishes denying it, Chad's mouth is engulfing hers, making her lips his, sucking out her soul as if he needs it for his own, overtaking her entire being while completely distracting her by destroying any ability she has to speak and think.

He hypnotizes her with his kisses until she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him into her, breathing picks up, face is flushed; his hands tight around her waist, wiggling around her body, slowly making their way up her back, captivated by her sudden gasping until he can't take it, he pushes her down and—

"Wh- wh- WHOA!" Sonny Munroe (also known as "Frantic") leaps up from her dream, falling off the couch in the Prop House where she's napping, onto the floor, and proceeds to hit her head against the table directly beside it.

"Oh my gosh! OHMYGOSH—OW—!"

"Sonny! What happened?" Chad's voice raises an octave as he jumps from the couch and kneels beside Sonny, a look of amusement, worry, and just plain confusion covering his face. "…you leaped off the couch. I have to say that was the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen," he mockingly waves his hand in front of his face to stifle his laughter.

Flashbacks of her dream rush into her mind, filling it quickly to the point where she thinks it might explode her brain.

"Pfft PFFT, w-well, I wasn't dreaming about kissing you if that's what you were thinking, because that is what would be ridiculous!" Sonny rubs her head and quickly stands up, completely disregarding gravity resulting in extreme dizziness. Said dizziness—coincidentally—causes Sonny to fall over on top of Chad as he stumbles from his kneeling position to a lying down (by force) position on the floor.

"O-oh! I'm sorry, Chad! Wow, this is just getting more and more, uh, awkward..." Sonny blushes as she struggles a bit while Chad, on the other hand, looks as though he's not affected by this situation at all—in fact, a devilish lopsided grin takes over his face as his now-slightly tousled blond hair falls flirtatiously into his eyes. He holds her in place on top of him.

"Wait, you were dreaming about kissing me?" he asks in that cocky-yet-sweet voice, just like in Sonny's dream.

"Wh-what? What?" Sonny stalls for time to think, "o-oh, OH, you—wait," she guffaws, "pfft, boy, you're crazy if you think I'd dream about—" she's cut off by the Most Piercing Blue Eyes Ever.

"Sonny, Sonny, Sonny," Chad interrupts, "just admit you wanna kiss me. I mean, c'mon, who wouldn't? I'm Chad Dylan Cooper after all," his smug demeanor begins to radiate off him.

"Chad, get over yourself. As if I—" suddenly Sonny has an epiphany, "—wait, why are you here anyway? Why were you in the Prop House when I woke up?" Chad shifts Sonny off of him and they set themselves up until they're sitting one in front of the other. Without warning, as if it was his plan all along, he gazes into her eyes.

"Maybe I came here to make your dream come true," he replies smoothly as he takes her hand into his. His grin emphasized by dimples lights up the room and Sonny's heart runs a marathon and apparently her mind goes completely blank.

"Th-that...I told you I didn't—" Sonny starts but is instantly shushed by Chad's fingers gently being placed on her full lips.

"Come on, don't make a fool out of yourself. Just admit it," he says coolly. His thumb migrates from underneath her chin to her bottom lip, caressing it slowly, sensually, flirting with her skin—

CHOMP.

"Ow! What the—" Chad cries and cups his fingers in his other hand, "you...BIT me!"

Sonny spits, "yeah! I had to admit, I really wanted to."

"Really?"

"Really, Chad. Really."

"Well, that wasn't so difficult, was it?"

"Huh, what do you—"

And then they were kissing. It's more passionate than romantic but the way his hair flicks across her forehead definitely sends chills down her spine. She feels his cheeks brush against hers, her blushing more apparent after each passing second. Finally they breathe into each others mouths and finish the kiss off.

"Ch-Chad...what! What was THAT for!" Sonny covers her mouth like it's diseased and blushes furiously.

"You said you 'really wanted to,' I was so doing you a favor," he adjusts the lapel of his blazer and shrugs nonchalantly.

"I really wanted to bite your finger, you doofus!" she shouts as she smacks him behind the head.

"OW! Hey! Sonny, watch it!" Chad jumps up and fixes his precious hair. How dare she mess up such beauty? "Anyway, as much as I'd love to hear you deny how much you want me...I better go," he adds as an afterthought but immediately chuckles when he sees Sonny still holding her hand to her mouth in a nervous frenzy. "By the way, that kiss? Nothin' to brag about. And since Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't kiss girls who aren't worth bragging about, we're gonna have to fix that and perfect your technique. Got it?" he clicks his tongue, winks, and disappears out the door, the feeling of accomplishment evident in his strut.

Sonny sighs as her brain slowly becomes less clouded but her hand remains covering her throbbing lips. Oh well: that's reality.