HeHe I have not updated this story in like MONTHS! I'm sorry. It will be ok. Well as always, I would greatly enjoy if you read and review. P.S I HAVE NOW CHANGED THE POV OF THIS STORY TO SONNY AND CHAD. Don't worry, I will make it clear every time who's it is, I just thought that it would make the story easier for me to write. Yes, I am a selfish person.

Chapter 4

Sonny's POV

"What are you doing here?" I asked still not 100 percent sure I was awake.

"I needed to talk to you." Chad said sitting on the side of my bed. I was wearing my cow pajama pants with my purple tank top. Just wonderful. I was preparing for extreme harassment.

"This can't wait 'til morning? At least when I'm not wearing cow pants?" I said burring my face in my pillow.

"No, it can't" This was very weird.

"Oh, God Chad. Did the little actor get lost on his way to the bathroom?" I joked.

But Chad didn't laugh, he just inched closer and closer. He grabbed my face forceful yet gentle. And what I wasn't expecting was his lips touching mine. My heart was racing, but I had never felt so close to Chad. I got too excited and pulled his face closer and tangled my fingers in his hair.

"Son-"

I then suddenly woke up. Did I just dream about Chad Dylan Cooper? No, I couldn't have. Well it's just a dream. It doesn't have to mean anything. I can't help what I dream. Heck, I once dreamed that my grandma was streaking down the mall. So, dreams just happen. Right? Right.

Obviously I couldn't go back to sleep, so I decided I would go get some breakfast. I walked into the kitchen with Chad trying to figure out how to work the microwave. He just wanted to make a simple bowl of oatmeal but instead he managed to press the popcorn button and defrost at the same time.

I figured I couldn't stand to watch this anymore so I was about to go help him until I looked down. I was still in my cow pjs and tank top. I couldn't walk in there like that.

Wait, why would I care if Chad say me like that? I mean it's Chad, not Brad Pitt. But he probably is in his mind. So, I decided that I should walk in there and just wait and see what happens. Boy, was that a bad idea.

"Good morning Mon-" Chad stopped to look at my pajamas.

"Good morning to you to Coo-" I said cutting off his name purposely just like he did.

"What in the world are you wearing?"

"Well, what in the world are you doing to my microwave?" I said nodding at the boiling oatmeal.

"Hey, Chad Dylan Cooper is a wonderful cook. I even put a the silver ware in there so I could just take it out and eat it. See how practical I am?" Chad seemed pretty happy about that disaster waiting to happen.

"Chad!" I yelled so loud. Chad just stood there with a questioned look on his face.

My microwave then caught on fire from the metal spoon. Blue sparks flew out and it looked like he set fireworks on in my house. I ran into the garage, grabbed a bat, and then shattered the glass covering the fire extinguisher. I hurried back inside to come to the fire.

It smelled terrible, like eggs and oatmeal. I tried to hold back a cough while I blew the fire extinguisher all over the fire. I opened the microwave carefully and sprayed it until all that came out was smoke.

I fell to the floor coughing very hard with the white stuff from the fire extinguisher all over my floor and counters. The fire alarm was blaring from down the hall.

Chad just stood there staring at the microwave then burst into laughter. "That was just very exciting." He continued to laugh.

"How could you laugh at a time like this? You caused all of it! I hope you play on cleaning all this up and buying me a new microwave." I screamed. He then sat down beside me.

"Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't clean."

I couldn't stand it. I had to do something to get pay back. I mean, he practically burned down my kitchen! So I did the first thing that popped into my head. I pointed the fire extinguisher at Chad and pulled the handle.

His face got so red that I could have sworn he was going to explode. But something I didn't expect, was that he grabbed it right out of my hands and blew the stuff all over me! I then took it back and poured it right on his head.

We blew that stuff all over each other for a while. After it was all gone, I poured the burned oatmeal right on his perfect hair. Next, he pushed me toward the wall.

"Apologize!" He screamed.

"Allison Sonny Monroe does not apologize." I said sarcastically.

"She will if Chad Dylan Cooper says she does." He was still holding my arms up to the wall.

"You are so not as tough as you think." I smiled and then got some oatmeal off his head and then put it on my finger and then into my mouth.