Author's Note: Well, because AwesomeGurl180 insisted I should add another chapter, I thought why not? ;P So here's another fun, cliché chapter! :D

So I guess this chapter is dedicated to AwesomeGurl180!

There we were…finally together. After all the mess-ups and screw-ups, I finally got my act together, and now I have my Sonshine.

There we were…under a tree in the nearest park next to Condor Studios.

There we were with the grass green, the sky blue, the flowers festive, and the birds chirping.

And there she was…under my arm at last, looking divine as always. And well, looking very much sunny.

"Chad?" my Sonny asked.

"Yes?" I replied, subconsciously pulling her closer to me.

"You know I have no idea why you begged me to go to the park with you, we're not even doing anything," Sonny replied with a smile that always made me feel all jiggly inside. And by the way, feeling jiggly is something not normal for me, I never, in my seventeen years of life, have I been jiggly…well not until I met Sonny.

"Oh really?" I replied with a raised eyebrow. "Well, I know for a fact that you're making me feel jiggly."

"Jiggly?" Sonny replied with a tone of disbelief. "I make you feel jiggly? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Good thing…you're showing me foreign concepts that I never knew before," I replied sweetly, making sure her eyes were locked onto mine.

"Awww…First, I make you feel jiggly, and now you're using big boy vocabulary," teased Sonny.

"Now, Sonny, is that a good thing or a bad thing?" I replied with the same tone of playfulness, slowly leaning into her.

"A very, very, very, very…" Sonny trailed on as her eyes flickered to my lips. I smirked when I saw that, and then, I leaned further, not exactly meeting her lips. I blew air against her lips. I pulled back with a smirk. "Wait, what was that? Why did you just—"

"—You never told me if it was a good thing or a bad thing," I teased.

Sonny bit her lip. "Definitely, a good thing," she replied, still staring at my lips.

I smirked in return. "Then, in return I'll give you a really good thing."

I leaned in swiftly and captured her lips with my own. The kiss was spontaneous, but it was expected. I loved how her lip gloss tasted like bananas today. I smiled remembering her banana costume, from the sketch with Hannah Montana—which I learned later from Sonny that she was actually Miley Cyrus.

I pulled back from the kiss. "Was that good or bad?" I asked.

"Definitely, bad," Sonny joked.

I raised my eyebrows. "What? Are you saying the Chad Dylan Cooper is a bad kisser?"

"Not the best," she teased.

"Oh, it's on, Munroe," I replied, pulling my sleeves up for affect.

"Really, Cooper, really? I thought we were passed last names?" Sonny continued with her famous grin playing on her lips.

So, I attacked her with pokes. I tickled her, so she would lay her back down onto the ground, laughing her loudest. I couldn't help, but have a big dopey grin on my face. Sonny has that affect on me.

"Stop, Chad!" Sonny exclaimed breathless from laughter. "Hahaha, this tickles so much!"

I laughed. "That's kind of the point, Sonny," I replied, not really stopping for her to breathe. "That's what you get for saying Chad Dylan Cooper is a horrible kisser. If you want me to stop, you have to say the magic words!"

"Never!" Sonny squealed, trying to push my arms away from her.

"Just say it," I replied, tickling her even more.

"No!"

So I tickled her more.

"Hahaha, okay! Chad Dylan Cooper is the best kisser in the whole world!" Sonny exclaimed, but I didn't stop.

"What else?"

"And…and…" she said, but never really completing it because she was too busy laughing.

I stopped tickling and kissed her again. Oh, I love doing that. I love kissing her; it always gives me a pump of adrenaline. When she felt my lips, she stopped restricting and allowed the kiss to happen.

There we were…kissing like there was no tomorrow.

There we were…not caring if people were looking at us kiss, whispering.

There we were…not caring if parents were disgusted by two teens showing PDA.

There we were…not caring if there were a thousand flashes from paparazzi.

There we were…not caring about the rest of the world.

There we were…only caring for the world we shared together.

We pulled apart, looking at just each other. Her brown eyes were glassy and full of energy; it looked so delicate and explosive at the same time.

"Good?"

"Good," she replied, with a reassuring grin.

"Fine," I replied with a foolish smile.

"Fine," she replied.