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Can't Get Enough of That Drama

Chapter Four – Foggy Day

Chad's POV

When I woke up the next morning, Sonny's bed was empty. I heard water running in the bathroom. She must have been taking a shower. Then I remembered my dream. I'd had a dream about Sonny that night. I wasn't sure of the details, but I knew that it had involved me and Sonny and kissing. And what was more... It didn't freak me out the way it might have back home. It didn't feel strange. When I thought about it, my stomach flipped over, a feeling I'd never experienced before. I didn't have feelings for Sonny. Not that I was aware of. Sonny and I were hardly even friends. And there was no way I could have a crush on someone from a rival show. It just didn't work that way.

I threw back the covers and went around my bed to retrieve the remote from Sonny's neatly made bed. I picked it up and flicked on the television. It was already on the news channel. I wondered how long Sonny had been awake. "The rain storm is over," the announcer began, "But we now have a case of rolling fog. It doesn't seem to be going away any time soon, so for now, all flights are still postponed, until it is safe to fly again."

Great, I thought, stuck here for another day. This is turning out to be a great vacation. It worried me a bit that I was being sarcastic with myself. I really needed someone to talk to, and for now, all I had was Sonny. I turned the TV off and fell back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. I listened as the water shut off in the bathroom and I could hear Sonny moving around in the bathroom. Ten minutes later, she emerged. I turned my head to look at her.

Sonny's brown hair, now almost black because it was wet, was pulled back into a thick braid that fell down her back. She had on light blue jeans and a green t-shirt. She gave me a half-smile when she saw me holding the remote. "We're still stuck here."

"I noticed," I said, lacing my hands together over my stomach.

"So what do you want to do today?" Sonny asked. "Because I'd rather not stay here and do nothing all day. Besides, it stopped raining."

"Then what are we still doing here?" I asked.

"Planes can't fly through the fog. If the pilot can't see, we might crash into something. And it's not safe," Sonny explained.

"I'd rather fly through fog that be stuck here still."

Sonny didn't answer. Instead, she twisted her hands around on her lap. I watched her for a moment, then stood up. "I'm going to go take a shower." She shrugged, and I grabbed a change of clothes and headed into the bathroom. I turned the faucet in the shower and let the water run to warm it up. When it felt sufficiently hot, I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower.

I felt better as soon as the hot water hit me. Taking a shower always helped me relieve stress. I wasn't exactly stressed out now, but I couldn't believe we were going to be in Nowhere Land for another day. This wasn't how my vacation was suppose to be going. I was suppose to be in Florida with the rest of the cast of Mackenzie Falls, hanging out at beaches and getting mobbed by fans. And what was worse was that was probably what they were doing right now. Without me.

I stood in the shower, letting the water run over me until I got tired of standing. I finally turned the water off and toweled dry, then changed into my clothes. I brushed my hair until it sat the way I wanted, and then I went back into the hotel room. Sonny sat cross-legged on her bed, a thick book in her lap. "You read?"

"Don't you?" she asked without looking up.

"Not really. I'm an actor. I don't need to read," I said, sitting down on my own bed.

"But it's fun."

I raised my eyebrows. "If you say so." I turned away from her to stare out the window. The fog was so thick that I couldn't even see the shrubs outside the window. "How are we suppose to get anywhere with so much fog?"

"Walk?" she suggested.

"Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't walk," I said. "He takes a car. Or a limo. Or even a golf cart. But he doesn't walk."

"Well he'd better learn," Sonny said. "Because otherwise we'll be here all day, doing absolutely nothing. How does that sound?"

"Boring," I admitted.

"So we'll just have to walk, won't we?"

"Fine." I stood up. "So where are we going?"

"I don't know. I didn't really have anything in mind," Sonny said. "I was thinking we could just kind of... explore?"

"Explore? There's nothing to explore. This tiny town in the middle of nowhere is probably one of the most boring places on Earth."

"I came from the middle of nowhere, thank you very much," Sonny snapped. "There's nothing wrong with small towns. You never know what you could find. Each town has it's own history, it's own magic. It's just waiting to be discovered. Unless your too stubborn and egotistical to try."

"Are you trying to tell me something?" I asked, only half-teasing.

Sonny shook her head. "You're hopeless."

"No I'm not," I said.

"Yes, you are."

"Not."

"Yes."

"Not."

"Yes."

"Not!"

"I rest my case," Sonny said, sitting up finally.

"Come on, Sonny," I said. "I'm just messing around with you."

"Well, stop. It's annoying." She glared at me.

"Which is exactly why I do it." I smiled back at her.

She rolled her eyes. Yes, definitely her signature reaction to me now. "So are you going to come with me? Because if not, I'll just go alone."

"Something will happen if you go by yourself," I warned her.

"I thought this town was too boring for anything to happen?" Sonny asked.

"I said it was small and boring. I never said it was safe."

"I'll be fine," Sonny insisted.

"I'm sure you will," I said, "But I want to come with."

"You didn't ten seconds ago," Sonny said.

"Did so," I said.

Sonny threw her hands into the air, looking exasperated. "Fine! Let's just go, okay?"

"If you don't want me to come..."

"Oh don't start that," she snapped.

We both grabbed jackets and left the hotel. It was dry outside, at least, but the fog wasn't exactly pleasant to walk through. Sonny took the lead, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket, looking down as she walked. We were quiet for a few minutes, until Sonny shrieked. I had to hold back a laugh when I looked at her. She'd tripped over something, and was now sprawled out on the sidewalk. "What happened?" I asked.

"I fell," she growled.

"I can see that. I mean how?" I grabbed her hand and lifted her off the ground.

"There's a dip or something here. I didn't see it."

"Are you okay?" I looked her over to make sure she hadn't broken anything.

"I'm fine," she assured me. Then she added, "You can let go of my hand now."

"Right. Sorry." I dropped her hand and brushed mine against my jeans. We started walking again, until we came to rows of shops. The first one that caught Sonny's eye was a book store. Of course, I thought. We went inside, and it was pleasantly warm and quiet. The shop was rather small and had bookshelves lined up against the walls and in the middle of the room. It smelled like pine, which I discovered was a nice smell. Sonny drifted towards the books and sat down almost immediately, burying her nose in the thickest book she could find. I stood by the door, looking around awkwardly.

A flash of movement caught my eye. I looked up to see a young girl approaching me. She was about our age, maybe older, with curly red hair and pale skin. She smiled at me as she crossed the distance between us, and I knew she had no idea who either Sonny or I were. That was a good thing, I supposed. "Welcome to our shop," she said. "Can I help you with anything?"

"No, thanks," I said. "I'm just waiting for her." I gestured to Sonny, who was oblivious to our conversation.

The girl looked at Sonny for a long moment, and then back at me. "You two have a strong bond," she said.

"What?"

"You really care about each other. You feel protective of her." She gave me a small smile.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I informed her. "And Sonny and I hate each other."

"Then why are you here with her?" The girl asked me, her smile widening.

"Because I don't exactly have a choice."

The girl shrugged, still smiling. "I see good things for you two." She turned and walked away, disappearing through a curtain of beads into another room. I watched as the beads swayed and clacked together, slowly coming to a stop in their original positions. "Sonny?" I called.

"Hmmm?" she asked, still buried in a book.

"Can we leave?"

"What?" she asked, looking up now. Her eyebrows were pulled down in confusion. "Why?"

"I just think we should see what else is around," I lied quickly. Truthfully, I just wanted to get away from that weird bookshop girl.

"Okay." She put the book back on the shelf and stood up. I left quickly, with Sonny following at my heels.

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Sonny's POV

I was confused by Chad's attitude towards the bookstore. "What happened?" I asked. I hadn't been paying attention to anything but all the lovely books I'd seen in front of me.

"The stupid bookstore girl was harrassing me," was all he would say.

"What bookstore girl?" I asked.

"You didn't see her?"

"No," I said slowly. "But I was reading. I didn't see anyone."

"Whatever," Chad said. We passed a cafe, and he stopped. "Let's go in. I'm hungry."

"So am I," I agreed. Chad pulled the door open, and the bell above it dinged. Everyone in the cafe turned to look as they walked in, but no one screamed. I was kind of relieved. The last thing I needed was to be seen on a 'date' with Chad. Because we weren't on a date. We were barely friends.

"They really have no idea who we are, do they?" Chad asked.

"Not a clue," I replied. "Thank goodness for that."

"Why?"

"You think I want us to end up on the front page of the newspapers and have everyone think we're dating? No thanks." We sat down at a little round table for two by the window. The fog made it impossible to see anything outside, but thankfully, it was warm in the cafe.

"Is there something wrong with dating me?" Chad asked.

"You are so not my type," I said.

"Well then," Chad said, mocking hurt. "I guess I'm just not good enough for the great Sonny Munroe."

"Shut up, Chad," I said, laughing. A waiter came over and handed us menus.

"Can I get you two anything?" he asked.

"Hot Chocolate," I said immediately. Chad gave me a look, but didn't correct me. "And I'd like a burger, too, please."

"Fries?"

"Yes." I smiled. It'd been a long time since I'd had a normal buger; no one was here to stop me.

"Anything for you?" the waiter asked Chad.

"Sure," he said. "I'll have the same as her." He smiled at my shocked look as the waiter took our order back to the kitchen. "What?"

"I didn't expect you to want something so... Well, not gormet," I said.

"Which is exactly why I had to want it," he said, shrugging.

We fell silent and I looked around. The tables, almost all of them small and round and meant for two, were made out of a dark, gleaming wood with matching chairs. The chairs were hard backed and had forest green cushions attached to them. The walls were painted chocolate brown, making the whole room feel warm. It was nice, and it wasn't like anything you would see in Hollywood. It felt more like home.

"You like this place?" Chad guessed from my facial expression.

"Yeah," I nodded. "It kind of reminds me of home."

"What's so great about Wisconsin?" Chad asked me. He looked as if he were truly interested.

"I don't know." I felt a little uncomfortable talking about my home with Chad. "It's where I was born and raised, and where all my friends and family are. I miss them, I guess. I love being on So Random! but I wish I could do it from home."

"You don't have any friends here?"

"I do, but I miss the ones I've had since I could talk." The waiter came back with our Hot Chocolate, and I took a long sip.

"What's your favorite color?" Chad asked suddenly.

"Red. Why?" I asked, confused.

"Just curious," he said.

"Fine. What's your favorite color?"

"Brown," he blurted. "Sorry, I meant blue. Favorite animal?"

"Dog."

"I would have guess cow," he teased. "Mine is turtle."

"Drink?"

"Root beer."

"Hot chocolate," I smiled, taking another drink of mine.

"Movie?"

"Barefoot in the Park."

"Anything I'm in," he joked. "Food?"

"Strawberries," I said.

"Chocolate. Show?"

"So Random!"

"Mackenzie Falls." We smiled at each other. It was obvious what our favorite shows would be. The waiter came then with our food, and I drowned a french fry in ketchup and dropped it into my mouth. "So what's with all the questions?"

"Just something to do," he shrugged.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but today has been fun, Chad."

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