I froze. It was as if my whole body had been paralyzed. In my doorway, Chad Dylan Cooper. Holding a bunch of roses and a small package. Wishing me happy birthday.
"Aw, Chad, you came, I mean, you remembered!" I finally managed to say.
He answered, a smirk on his expression, a smug attitude covering him up.
"Of course I did, Sonny. Don't I always?" he asked me, in that skeptical voice of his which sent a shiver through my body.
"Come in," I beckoned and he followed me inside my small, old- fashioned apartment.
"Nice place," he told me, though I knew that he didn't entirely mean it.
"Thanks," I muttered, blushing.
We sat on my couch and he handed me a nicely-wrapped package with 'Sonny' written on it.
"Your present," he murmured, grinning.
"Chad, you shouldn't have-," my voice trailed off, as my hands worked in unison, opening it up.
What I took out really surprised me.
'Really, Sonny, really?' was nicely written on the frame of a beautiful picture with the two of us. Next to the text, Chad had stuck small little red hearts.
'Aw,-'
"There is more!" he interrupted.
Indeed, as I slipped my hand into the bag again, what I took out was a golden chain with the letter 'S' hanging from it. In the dim light, it looked beautiful, almost glowing.
"S from Sonny," he explained.
"Aw,-"
"There is more!" he cut me off again, slightly amused by my frustrated reaction.
The last thing was the letter.
Dear Sonny,
Your name itself brings the sunlight into my life. Seeing you every day gives me a reason to hope. That Mackenzie Falls will forever be better. Because you are such a great actress, that you are threatening our show. Please stop doing that.
You are an amazing fan! Happy Birthday, and on mine, please, bring me a Lamborghini. Your idol, the one and only, Chad Dylan Cooper.
"Really, Chad, really?" I raised my eyebrows, shaking my head, but inside me, my heart was pumping wildly and the blood was racing in my veins.
"Yes, really," he whispered, leaning towards me.
"Um, thanks for…everything," I mumbled, swiftly, and he paused for a second, and then drew his face closer, but I wasn't focusing on the presents anymore. Chad Dylan Cooper's face was inches away from mine.
And then the crash happened.
It all happened so quickly, that I didn't even have time to breathe. In seconds, his lips had rubbed mine, gently, hesitantly. Like a lizard, a cold chill had run up my spine.
And now, it was all over. As we broke apart, a smile broke through his lips. My skin burned where he had brushed my lips with his.
Before I knew it, I was grinning at him, sheepishly.
"This has been the best birthday ever, Chad. Thank you for making it special," I thanked him.
"Don't I always?" he asked, looking me deep in the eyes.
"Nope." I lied.
"Really, Sonny, really?"