Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny With A Chance, or Maroon 5, or Adam Levine… sigh… isn't that a sad thought?

Hey guys!

So, as you can see, I decided to make this story a two-shot! Yup, I was just super happy that you guys enjoyed the first chapter, so I figured, why not make it a two-shot? :D I already had a few ideas running through my head, but after listening to my favorite Maroon 5 songs, it all clicked in the middle of She Will Be Loved.

Anyways, without further adieu, here is the next part of the story!

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The greatest pain

That comes from love

Is loving someone

You can never have.

~Anonymous

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Sonny's POV

I breathe evenly as I gnaw the inside of my cheek to give me something to do. Other than that I refuse to move. I keep my eyes shut tightly in fear that if I open them, everything will disappear. How disappointing it would be to discover Chad's chest moving up and down as a sign of life was merely just a pillow from my living room. Or that his warm embrace was just my Blarmie. And the faint noise of Mackenzie Falls reruns was just my mom going a little overboard with Season Three. My Sunday morning, so perfect in such a twisted way, would cease to exist.

I'm wide awake but remain as perfectly still as I can while I drown myself in my thoughts. Mostly happy ones. I think, about how I would love to just freeze this moment and live in it forever for life. Chad by my side, so I could stare up at his perfect face, resembling more of a Greek God than what would seem to be humanly possible… if I could build of the nerve to open my eyes.

I did fall asleep before as Chad shushed me to sleep, wrapping me up protectively in his arms. I had happy dreams. Probably not dreams that I should have, considering Chad was the enemy and all, but they were satisfying nonetheless. The only truth I have that I cling to and can't really seem to shake off is that Chad isn't always this nice and sweet and all. He merely just felt bad for me and didn't want me to get hurt.

Which brings up the question, if I was positive that I perhaps did love Chad Dylan Cooper, could it be possible he could find the same feelings for me? Or was that too much to ask? In fact, what does he feel about me? Not love, per say, but perhaps any sign of friendship?

I guess it's too soon to tell anything at the moment.

And then I think of that little girl, Charlotte. Even as a girl of 5 or 6, she had an undeniable sweetness and beauty to her face, her toothy grin so beautifully happy. Chad's beautiful, happy, innocent, perfect little sister that he cared for suddenly wants to make me cry. How something so angelic could be killed like that… it's just so cruel. I suddenly see the overall thunder storm in my mind resembling to the scene outdoors.

But I know that crying won't make it any good. I focus on the patch of sunlight that is in sight: Chad's embrace that has a surprising warmth and curiosity to it gives me hope.

And perhaps this isn't a dream. And if I do open my eyes and realize it was all a dream, then who will it hurt? I won't have broken down my mom's beat-up car, so that's a plus. Chad will still be regular arrogant Chad Dylan Cooper as he always been. And frankly, if it's all a dream, Charlotte must be nonexistent, giving me no reason to cry.

Then I realize that if this is possibly all a dream, I will be the one that gets hurt. I will be the one foolish enough to think that I have feelings for him. Or even more idiotic, that he could have feelings for me.

I stop gnawing at the inside of my cheek and bite my lip, still debating whether or not to open my eyes. But before I can make up my mind, I hear Chad's voice. The moment I hear it, a refreshing, relaxed feeling overwhelms me and I know that everything is truly real.

"Sonny Munroe…" he says, calmly in a hushed tone, but my ears at the time are so sharp waiting for his voice, his words come across clear as crystal.

My eyes fling open and I feel more relaxed. "Hey, Chad…" I say, yawning my best fake-yawn. "Thanks for waking me up."

"Sonny…" he says again. This time I notice that there is no control in his voice. He voice, usually so certain and powerful is now shy and jumbled. He laughs as he says, "God, you're beautiful."

I now realize that he's sleep talking. About me. He's dreaming about me. I can't help but half-smile at this thought, because I was an important enough person in his life to dream about. And say that I was beautiful. Yet at the same time, I'm shocked that he would say that. Even in a dream. Of course, you can't really control dreams… I would know by the way I've dreamt about Ch—

I refuse to finish my train of thought.

Suddenly I can't seem to push away the feeling of anxiety and curiosity. There's a voice in my head that screams that it was invading privacy, trying to listen in on someone else's dreams. It was something very personal. So, I choose not to listen and focus on Mackenzie Falls. But… curiosity gets the best of me. I am soon paying my undivided attention to Chad, and only Chad.

You can't blame me. Let me explain: Chad was like a love song. You know, that "adult" love song that your parents would listen to and enjoy… until their 5-year-old would sing it at school and attempt to teach her friends. My parents told me that I probably shouldn't continue to sing that song in school anymore. So naturally every word was forever implanted in my brain. And only now, at the age of 18, do I truly understand the meaning of the lyrics I sang through the second grade…

My point is, no matter how much you try to forget something, it naturally just gets locked into your brain. Soon it overwhelms you and that's the only thing you can think about. It's so frustrating, but it's there whether you like it or not.

Chad's voice mumbles more, "Sonny…" He seems drowsy in his dreamland.

He says my name over and over, and I feel embarrassed as I feel my face turning a darker shade of crimson with everything he says. Yet, at the same time, I feel curious. What was I doing in his dream? Well, it was Chad. Probably something too dirty for my taste. But he still has a heart right? Maybe we were… on a picnic. Or at Condor Studios just talking. Maybe he was trying to comfort me.

"Sonny…" he sighs.

My heart starts getting faster, beating louder and louder, as if deep, deep down inside I know something is going to happen. Possibly something is happening all in itself. I was having second thoughts about that pig-headed, obnoxious drama jerk at the Falls. I start to grow a warm, fuzzy feeling in my stomach (you know, when you're really happy and you have butterflies, but the good kind) that I try to push away because the whole thought is preposterous altogether, but I can't ignore it.

Then, just above a whisper, "Remember, I lo—"

But before he can finish, I gasp a little too loudly. Great, now I'll never know what he was going to say to me. I hold my breath as I watch as his god-like blue eyes flutter open.

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The only guy

That will ever be good enough for you

Is the one who thinks

He doesn't deserve you.

~Anonymous

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Chad's POV

I open my eyes to see a pair of chocolate brown eyes looking down on me, her face a shade of light pink as her hand was covering her mouth like she had just swore for the first time. I grin and let out a small chuckle, "Hello to you too." Her face is still frozen in her shock. What could I have possibly done? I was sleeping. "What?"

Sonny's face relaxes a little bit and she takes away her hands from her mouth. She breathes unevenly at first as if she had been holding her breath for an hour. Her face gets paler, from deep ruby red to just a light pink in a matter of 10 seconds. Once she looks almost normal, she responds. "Nothing."

"Sonny, you may be good at acting as a different character, but you're terrible at lying as yourself," I say. Funny, funny little Sonny.

"You're starting to sound like Selena," she says letting out a small laugh, but I didn't dare let her change the subject.

"No, but seriously what'd I do? And how long was I asleep? How long were you watching me sleep? You could've waken me up."

"I didn't want to wake you up," she says promptly.

"Why?"

"Because."

"That's not an answer."

She bites her lip before answering, then laughs. "I'm sorry. I'm making it more dramatic than it really is."

"Than what really is?" I ask. The suspense is killing me here.

She's still laughing as she continues, "Well, while you were sleeping, I heard you say my name a couple of times. At first it was so clear that I thought you were waking me up. It took a few moments to realize you were asleep, because you kept repeating my name, mumbling and sighing. And that's when I realized that I lo—" She stops laughing and her face blushes scarlet again. "Nothing."

"What were you going to—"

She interrupts me, "It's not important."

"But –"

"Forget it, you'd laugh, or make fun of me or something," she says.

I think about this for a while. What was I going to say next? I'd have to think about it before I started, or else I'd sound like some William Shakespeare character. But after all this, I couldn't be that jerk on every magazine in America that my image expects me to be. How could I be caring yet not horribly 'My love is stronger for thee than the everlasting waters of the sea' dramatic or some crap like that. I'd be such an idiot, losing my cool. Of course, I've lost my cool a number of times today. Ugh, this is so complicated. Sonny is complicated. And cute. Stupid cute.

So naturally, after that long speech about thinking about what to say next and telling myself not to be cheesy, I say, "You can tell me anything, and I won't tell. I care about you Sonny. I care about you in ways that I can't even explain. You just have to trust me."

Oh geez. I suppose I'm the next Edward Cullen now. Great. As if there could be a cheesier, more cliché than the 'You can trust me with anything and I care more about you than the entire world' line... of everything I could've said I had to say that. I guess my re-wording was a little better, but it was still cheesy. What am I supposed to do now, write a lullaby for her on the piano? I wrote a song about her on the guitar. But that's completely different.

So I guess I'm not Edward Cullen cheesy yet. But I'm cheesy nonetheless. So cheesy in fact that it isn't even funny. It's like being trapped in a bad teenage girl sitcom about boys, short-shorts, and nails. I mean, can you imagine Chad Dylan Cooper saying that to you? No, no you can't.

Here was the problem with it though: It was all true. I didn't hate her. I didn't hate her too much for my liking. Therefore, because of this, I hated myself (but only a tiny bit, because other than that small little flaw, I'm pretty much perfect).

I could get every other girl I wanted. Anyone. But Sonny Munroe wasn't every other girl. Now why is it that the one girl I think that I could actually see myself with is the one I couldn't possibly like, because of two reasons: our shows, and (as much as I hate admitting this) I'm not… good enough for her. That's the problem, isn't it? She deserves so much more than me, and we all know that. Keeping her for myself is completely selfish. She'd be missing out on the world.

And if I really care for her, I couldn't let that happen right?

I dare myself to look up at the speechless brunette as she takes out her loose braid just to give her something to do and avoid the awkwardness, but it doesn't work. After a few moments, she considers this, then starts to speak, "That's so sweet, Chad." She clears her throat and says, "I guess I have a confession to make, too."

I raise an eyebrow. "Go on."

"I guess… well maybe… uh… I guess we were going to have to talk about this subject one day," she sighs like she's been dreading the moment, but there's a hint of anticipation in her voice. "About… you know…" she starts shuffling her feet awkwardly.

"Our… complicated relationship," I conclude.

"Yeah," she says sheepishly. "It's just—"

"We've already talked about this," I say. "Backstage of Gilroy Smith's stupid celebrity talk show."

She blushes a little. "You told me you had no secrets. I told you that I didn't either… but then why do I feel we still have secrets?"

"…I may have told a tiny lie," I admit.

"Same here. It's just that… I was so uncomfortable at the time… and I mean it was so sudden and I couldn't think straight…" she sighs. "I have secrets. Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but there is an it between us."

She was right. Whatever it was, it was completely undeniable. And unclassified. "I agree," I muse. "Well, we're all alone. Completely alone now. In private. This might be the best place to have this talk."

She nods. "Okay… so… you first?"

"No way, you brought up the conversation."

"Actually, if you didn't insist on giving me a car ride, we wouldn't be here right now."

"But it wasn't my fault that you took it."

"You didn't really give me a choice."

"Because I cared about your well-being," I say, but the whole topic makes me angry. I can hear my voice rising in volume. "I wasn't going to let you hire some cheap mechanic to fix your car and let it run for five minutes just so it was break down on the road again and you're helpless. And I can't offer anything to help you. I refused to let you walk home alone with no one by your side to protect you. I refused to let you stay in your wet clothes because then you'd get a cold." I'm yelling now. "I've done everything to get you out of harm's way because I care about you! I don't care what anyone else says! You don't know what it's like to see the one person you are certain you love all bloodied up from the passenger seat, dead, and knew that you could've done something to avoid it altogether!" I snap. "I just let her slip through my fingers like sand! Losing someone I loved in half a second! I'm not letting that happen again."

I suppose that this just makes my score an 11/10 on the Cheesy Scale.

Little Miss Sunshine looks like she's about to cry, her chocolate brown eyes now sparkling just as Charlotte's did before they were about to cry. Even though it was years ago, it seems just like yesterday she was frosting flowers on sugar cookies.

My voice softens as I try to comfort her before her tears spill down her cheeks. "I'm sorry." I shift position and wrap my arms around her to comfort her which she allows. As if she had a choice.

"No, I'm sorry," she says. "I just… I didn't know…"

"I'm the one to blame for dumping all of this on you," I say as soothingly as I can. "It's alright."

Sonny says, "She's in a better place now."

"Yeah."

Complete silence, other than the faint noises coming from the television playing Mackenzie Falls episodes. My embrace weakens, and after a few moments, we end up on opposite sides of the couch, avoiding eye contact watching the episode. We probably both know the plot by heart, but even then my mind is wandering off toward the more complicated that we didn't have a chance to talk about. I hope that my eruption concludes our 'feelings' conversation, but I'm wrong.

"Forget about today," Sonny says. "You are such a jerk to me. How could you possibly care for me? You hate me. I'm a Random. We're so… different. Complete opposites."

"Opposites attract," I reply shortly.

"You didn't answer my question."

"You didn't ask for an answer."

"Chad…"

I turn away from the screen, meeting her big, chocolate brown eyes. Her tears are now dried, and the red from her face has almost disappeared. "I'm a jerk to you, because… I have to be."

Confusion shows on her face. "What do you mean? Is it because of our shows?"

"A little. Maybe a half of a percent of the problem, really. It's because… well… it covers up my attraction for you," I admit. And I hate myself for saying something so tacky it can be on a Disney show, but around Sonny, these things happen a lot.

She clears her throat. "I'm more attracted to you than you are to me."

This catches my attention. "What makes you think that?"

"I dream about you. I think about you. Sometimes the thoughts are probably not the cleanest or the most appropriate for 'America's Sweetheart', but they're satisfying nonetheless," she lets a slight smile escape from her lips as she continues on. "You're like… like… a love song. A sweet love song that gets stuck in your head to the point where you find yourself screaming in the middle of the night and you almost hate it… but it's stuck. You hate loving it. It intoxicates your mind… if that makes sense. Sorry for sounding to cliché."

I chuckle. "You're doing a much better job than I am. I'm the one that sounds like something off of Twilight…" My eyes lock into hers. "But if you really think that you are more attracted to me than I am to you… you're thinking wrong. I care for you much more than you think I do."

She smiles in a way that comforts me, and it instantly becomes my second favorite smile, right after her big toothy grin she wears around the studio. "But if we like each other as much as we say, then why don't we do something about it?"

"Because we're perfectly wrong for each other. I'd never be… good enough for you," I say. "I mean, I'm known as America's Bad Boy, breaking hearts every Friday night. It would kill me to see myself hurt you like that. To think that the most important thing to protect you from is myself."

Geez… why did Sonny have to make me sounds like some forbidden Romeo? I hated her for it. Well, hate is a strong word. What did I think of Sonny Munroe? What did I feel for Sonny Munroe?

…

I don't know. Love. Friendship. Neighbor. Random. Foolish. Cute. Stupid. Naïve. Innocent. Caring. Sweet. Unselfish. Enemy. Fragile. I'll add hate to the end of the list of words I use to try to figure her out.

Again, Sonny is speechless. I probably would be too if I were in her shoes. Don't think that this is my regular behavior. I promise you I don't go around the studio quoting Shakespeare. She finally manages to speak, her face looking at her hands that are in her lap. "I can't believe you think that… I underestimated you."

"It's a horrible thought," I continue. "I can get any girl I want, Munroe. Anyone at all. But to think that the only one that I think it worthwhile, no matter how close I can get to her, I can never be with without ruining her entire world. You deserve so much more."

She bites her lip and looks up at me. "Chad, I appreciate your concern, but… you underestimate yourself. You're an amazing guy."

"You said that I was a jerk," I point out.

"I was too quick at judging you," she says. "I guess there's so much more about a book than its cover, but your cover was so convincing, the whole bad boy 'I don't give a damn' look. Sorry. Another reason why we're perfectly imperfect for each other. This us thing, it'll never happen will it?"

It pains me to say no, so I turn off the television to give me something to do. I half-expect her to continue, but she doesn't. There's complete silence now. Wait a minute…

"You hear that?" I ask.

Sonny perks up her ear up like a dog would when hearing a whistle. "I don't hear anything."

"Exactly. The thunder stopped. I guess you want a ride home now?"

She nods at me in confirmation.

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The storm has calmed down a little, and the rain is light and misty again as it was in the early morning. I suppose I'm supposed to be happy about it, but I can't bring myself to the state of happiness. Not after everything today. I pop in a Maroon 5 CD to lighten up the mood, and I randomly turn on She Will Be Loved. Maybe if I were happier, I would sing along like I did in the morning, but I don't I half-expect Sonny to do so, but she doesn't.

She starts up a new conversation as if the last few hours never happened, it almost catches me off-guard. "So… how are you?"

Such a simple question wouldn't usually stump me like this, but what the hell was I supposed to say? 'Yeah, I'm doing just fine. I just explained to the person I might have feelings for why we can never be together' might come off the wrong way. I answer with a simple, "Okay. How are you?"

She smiles back. "I'm good."

Go figure, America's Sweetheart. There's more silence between us with the exception of me humming along to the new Maroon 5 song that would play every few minutes or her tapping along to the beat. The drive goes on, and I count the time by the number of songs that come and go. It seems very long, and a little uncomfortable with someone acting nonexistent who you know is there. At one point she sneezes.

"Bless you," I say.

"Thanks."

"No problem." I hesitate before saying, "So you admitted you're attracted to me?"

Her face blushes a bit (which happens quite frequently around me, even though I'm quite sure if she realizes it or not). "Well, isn't it obvious?"

I just chuckle, because I'm happy to hear it. "Greatest actor of our generation has that effect." Out of the corner of my eye, I see her scowling, but not her real scowl… it's too soft to be genuine.

"There's the stuck up drama snob I know," she laughs, so I know it's a joke, no matter how true it might be. "You said that you were attracted to me too."

"Psh…" I say lightly. "I never denied that. And if it makes you feel any better, I never noticed your attraction to me because I would spend all my thinking on how to cover up MY attraction for YOU."

She smiles, her brown eyes warm, "It's nice to let it all out."

"I get what you mean."

"Yeah…"

I can't think of anything else to say, so I try to think of something while I focus on the road and the pouring rain making the window a bit unclear (even with the windshield wipers at work). There's a short pause and a bit of hesitation, but Sonny's voice appears again, sounding steady enough to take her seriously. In a hushed tone, she says, "We can do it you know."

"Do what?"

"Be together. Date. If that's what we both want. I mean, if we both like each other, we should do something about it."

"Again, I'm not good enough for you. You're so… perfect," I say. "I'd be so selfish to let you date me. You'll regret it."

"I won't regret it," she argues. "We are so right for each other. Opposites attract."

"America's Sweetheart and Hollywood's Heartbreaker. That doesn't scream trouble or anything. So Random! and Mackenzie Falls star crossed lovers…" I sort of trail off trying to figure out what to say next, but I don't get to.

"Is it because of our casts?" she sounds a little angry.

"I don't give a damn about what they would say! It's the paparazzi! The gossipers, the bloggers, the fans, the PUBLIC. They would ruin you."

Her voice seems shocked. "How? I've been in Hollywood for almost a year! I'm used to paparazzi!"

"You don't know what Hollywood can do to you!" I say. "When they're on you every second of the day, making fake stories about you just so they can get people to buy their stupid little magazines. The press pressuring you to keep your image to the point where you can never be yourself again! Then you're trapped into a world filled with camera flashes and no privacy!" I'm angry again. Only Sonny could make me so mad so often in the day.

I still continue. I gesture to her while keeping a steady eye on the road. "THIS was the Sonny Munroe I fell for and I don't want her to disappear just because of the pressure stupid Hollywood puts upon us! I don't want you to turn into some ignorant snob that doesn't care about anybody but himself."

I stop and realize that I said 'himself'. I realize what my conclusion is and I add, "I don't want you to turn into me."

I see tears in her eyes because of my dramatic rant, but she manages to say, "But no one has to know!"

This makes me fall silent. I actually think about it. I know it's a selfish thought, but it's too tempting to resist the idea. I admit, I've tasted the idea once or twice before, but never fully explored it. So many possibilities… to think that America's Sweetheart could be MINE. The pleasure… the joy… the thrill…

But I snap back into reality almost as quick as it took for me to visit the idea.

"It'll be too… hard," I manage to say. "If the press won't destroy you, I will. Without meaning to, but it'll be painful nonetheless. And I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I ever hurt you like that." I see her broken smile out of the corner of my eye. "I'm sorry."

By this time, we are already at her apartment building which ends the conversation. I realize that I left my other umbrella at home. How idiotic. The rain isn't as heavy now, but it still bugs me. No need to get my perfectly styled hair wet.

I get out, walk to the other side, and open the door for her as she steps out and stares into the openness of the rainy world. "It's nice isn't it?"

"Sonny, we're not a Maroon 5 love song where we end up kissing each other in the Sunday rain," I say.

Her response is prompt and undeniable. "Yet here we are, standing in the rain."

I look out into the openness with her and decide to agree. "Yes, it's quite romantic. Now all that's left is…"

I can't control myself. Before I finish my sentence, I interrupt myself by pushing my lips against hers. A soft, warm feeling grows inside of me that makes me feel happy. It's a sweet, slow kiss… it's really quite pleasurable really. I can't help but enjoy it, no matter how selfish it is.

At this point, I figure that no, I don't deserve Sonny. Sonny deserves a guy that would spend every single day in the pouring rain just to comfort her. But then I realize that I'm already willing to do that. And I'll do anything to protect her, because I care for her.

Yes, I know it's cheesy. But this is an emotional moment, so did you really have to point it out?

I pull away from a now smiling Sonny Munroe, her face crimson with a mixture of embarrassment and surprise. She bites her bottom soft pink lip shyly. "Wow."

"Wow," I agree. "Um… that was… nice." Nice is an understatement.

"Yeah…" she agrees awkwardly. "So… I kinda have to go now…" she points to the apartment building. Um… I'll give the dress back to you tomorrow."

Before I can say another word, she's running to her apartment, leaving me smiling wider than I ever had in my life.

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Sonny's POV

I just kissed Chad Dylan Cooper.

Chad Dylan Cooper just kissed me.

Chad Dylan Cooper is attracted to me.

I like Chad Dylan Cooper.

Chad Dylan Cooper like me.

No matter what I could say about today, everything seems so perfect. I can hear myself squeal in delight like a bubble-gum chewing cheerleader after the team she was cheering for won. I try not to smile, but it keeps getting bigger and bigger. I can't help it. Everything was too beautiful and perfect and happy. And the best part? I wasn't imagining it!

It is now about eleven at night, but I can't seem to fall asleep. I merely lie in bed wide awake, smiling at the ceiling.

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You know you're inlovewhen you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

~Dr. Suess

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Ta-da! I'm pretty proud of myself for this, even though it's not as good or as long as the original, I'm still pretty dang happy. In my opinion, I think it goes well with Sunday Morning, but hey, that's just me.

For anyone who reads my multi-chaps, I promise to get Smile, That's So Chad, and Outlaw updated soon! I have to be in the right mood for it, you know? Creativity is a faucet that can only be turned on in a certain mode or stage. For me, that stage is usually last minute panic.

I've also been interested in drabbling into other fandoms… such as Twilight and/or The Hunger Games and more like that. If I do decide to write in those, I promise to be as active in the Sonny With A Chance fandom (if not more, I'll try though) too! So… thoughts about this?

Haha, remember to voice your opinions by reviewing below and remember that I love and appreciate every single one of you who had enough energy to read all this. *Hands out Chad's frosted cookies!*

Hope you all have fabulous days!