Not in a car.
Disclaimer: Yes. I own Sonny with a Chance. I also own the moon.
"Oh my God, Chad, really? Really?"
I shot her a look. "Hush. Miss Mack can't think when you're yelling at us."
Sonny rolled her eyes at me. "I still can't believe you named your GPS after your show. And it got us lost."
I pursed my lips and kept my eyes on the stupid dark windy twisty old road in front of us. "Are you sure you put the address in right?"
She stuck her tongue out at me.
I blinked. "Mature, Munroe. Very mature."
She shook her head and poked at the GPS in my car, trying to figure out where we were. See, about five miles ago Miss Mack told us to turn onto Green Valley Road. Except there's no such thing as Green Valley Road. Or anything similar. So we were driving my beautiful car down some ridiculous podunk road, and it was dark, and it was foggy, and we were already an hour late before we started (you cannot rush the hair. Chad Dylan Cooper must have perfect hair, no matter the cost.), so the evening was just going fantastically. At least it wasn't raining. And at least my hair looked good.
Sonny sighed and leaned back against the black leather seat, rubbing her temples. "I can't figure it out, Chad. I have no idea where we are."
"Well, Chad Dylan Cooper does not get lost, so we are going to keep going. We're bound to find something sooner or later."
"How about sooner rather than later?" she asked snarkily.
I closed my eyes. But only for a second. I was driving, after all. "Really? Are you sure? Because I'm really enjoying this quality time we're spending together."
She snorted and shot me a grin. "Sorry. I know it's not like you're trying to get us lost." She leaned over and turned on the radio, and we were quiet again.
Fifteen minutes later, there was still no civilization in sight, and we were officially hopelessly lost.
"Chad," Sonny said quietly, touching my arm.
Touching my arm?
I looked at her. "What?"
"Chad, seriously, we're in the middle of nowhere. Not even, uh, Miss Mack knows where we are. We're lost. We're really, really lost."
I sighed. "I know. Stupid Miss Mack."
She smiled. "Look, just pull over. We'll call somebody and get directions."
"Directions, Sunny? Really? Do you honestly think anybody's going to have any idea where we are? 'We're lost.' 'Okay, what do you see?' 'Well, I see Sonny. She's next to me. There's a road in front of us. There's trees on either side of us. The sky is above us. At least I think so. The fog's pretty thick.'" I raised my eyebrows at her.
Sonny frowned. "Well, okay, but…" She trailed off, knowing I was right (duh).
"Also there's no place to pull over. These roads are so skinny. I don't know where to stop." Not that I was worried. Because I wasn't.
"Good point…" she muttered. "Um. Okay. Well. I guess we just keep going until we can find a place to pull over?"
"What's the point of pulling over, anyway?"
Sonny checked her phone (which didn't have any service here, anyway. Shocker.) and sighed. "At this point, to sleep, I guess. You've been driving for three hours and it's nearly one."
I stared at her. But only for a moment. I was driving, after all. "Are you joking? We're two teenagers alone in a hot car in the middle of nowhere. There might be creepers around."
Her lip twitched. "Okay, I guess. But what else are we going to do, drive all night? We've completely missed the party." She yawned.
I shrugged. I didn't want her falling asleep on me. Then I yawned. Heck, I didn't want me falling asleep on me. That's when I saw it: up ahead, off the side of the road, a little field. "Okay, look, there's a little field up there. I'll pull over, we'll put up the roof of the car, and we'll revive ourselves."
Sonny squinted into the darkness. "Oh! I see it! Okay. Good."
I pulled into the field the second I could and parked. I pressed the appropriate button and the night sky was covered by the comforting roof of my convertible.
I muttered under my breath about stupid country roads. It was so frustrating. Chad Dylan Cooper does not get lost. Especially not hopelessly, ridiculously, middle of nowhere lost. Stupid Miss Mack and her stupid Green Valley Road.
Suddenly I felt Sonny's hand on my arm again. What was with that tonight? Not that I minded. Um…not that I noticed. Because I didn't.
I looked at her, and she was smiling gently at me. "Chad. It's cool. So we got lost. No big deal. We'll get ourselves found. At least it's a nice night out, right? And at least we're not alone."
I nodded. "That's true. It's just you, me, and possible axe murderers."
She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Aw, c'mon. You're Chad Dylan Cooper. You aren't afraid of axe murderers. And there aren't any axe murderers around."
I stuck out my tongue at her.
"Mature, Cooper. Really mature."
We laughed, forgetting for a second that we were completely freaking lost.
"Well," Sonny said after a moment, "I'll set my phone alarm to go off in fifteen minutes."
She set the alarm and set her phone on the dashboard. We leaned our seats back and were silent, not exactly trying to sleep, but trying to rest.
"Chad?" Sonny asked after a minute or so, turning towards me.
I looked at her. "Hm?"
She blushed and looked down at her hands. "Well. If I was going to go on a wild goose chase for a party and get hopelessly lost in the middle of the night, I'm…I'm glad it was with you."
I sat up. "Really, Sonny? Really? I mean, obviously I'm gorgeous and talented and have great hair—"
She looked me in the eye. "Really. Because I know if any creepers or axe murderers tried to kill us, your ego would crush them to death." She said it with dead seriousness, but a smirk poked at the side of her mouth.
I made a face at her, then grabbed her arm and pulled her close, so we were only a few inches apart. I heard her breathing hitch in her throat as her eyes widened. "Maybe," I said huskily, leaning even closer, "but your lame jokes would definitely kill them."
She hadn't seen that coming, and burst out laughing. Man, I loved making her laugh. And, come on, we were alone in my amazing car, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night.
So I kissed her.
Moooooo.
What the heck? Sonny and I jumped apart in surprise.
Moooooo.
Oh, geez. The alarm.
Sonny smoothed down her hair and giggled, her face bright red. "Well, I'm feeling, uh, refreshed. You?"
I cleared my throat, fixed my hair, and turned the car back on. As we pulled back onto the road, headed wherever it was we were going, I leaned over and gave her one more quick kiss and replied with a grin, "Ready for anything."
