Title: Oh, Baby!

Rating: T

Summary: Ms. Bitterman pairs Sonny and Chad up for a project in health class. Get ready for baby simulators, messy diapers, arguing, crying, loss of sleep, and maybe some love. Channy Multi-chapter xD

A/N: "New York, I love you, but you're bringing me. New York, I love you, but you're bringing me down. Like a rat in a cage, pulling minimum wage. New York, I love you, but you're bringing me down."


Sonny's POV

Three Random Facts About Chad Dylan Cooper:

1) He has one sparkly eye.

2) He has a Zac Efron dartboard in his room.

3) He lives alone.

Those were the facts retained, so far, in the past twenty minutes I've spent with him. And about the last one, I was just as shocked as you are. It's just so sad that his parents don't care about his wellfare. Only his money. And then he brushed it off as no big deal, and even told me not to feel sorry for him. As if! I felt very sorry for him. Chad, as arrogant and cocky as he is, doesn't deserve to be alone. He should have someone to keep him company. Like a housekeeper or a relative. No one deserves what he has. It's technically abandonment, which is against the law. And Chad doesn't even care.

Even though Chad was, well, Chad, he needed someone to care for him. It didn't seem like many people did. But I do. Chad was nice when it mattered. I wouldn't admit it, but I did care for him.

I cared a lot.

Shake it off, Sonny!

Which is what I intended to do. Caring for Chad Dylan Cooper was okay...as long as Chad Dylan Cooper didn't know. It would only feed his majorly large ego.

Another minute passed. Twenty-one minutes that I've been standing in the middle of Chad's room, feeling a little stalker-ish, but just soaking it in. The Zac Efron dartboard, the satin gold queen sized bed. The few garments strewn across the floor. The large oak wood computer desk. And the little teddy bear that sat on the floor. It was missing an eyeball and a little torn up, but it had sentimental value. I could tell. It made me tear up a bit.

Gosh, that baby was really getting to me. I usually didn't care for Chad Dylan Cooper, but now I did, because of Karma. Because that little doll was showing me what was good in life. That sounds pathetic, considering she's a doll, but go get yourself a baby simulator. You'll see what I mean. It gives you caring feelings that just make you feel tingly and good inside. It's beautiful.

I finally decided to move, to touch. I first touched the dartboard. There were many, many, many holes in it. Then I touched the computer keyboard. Running my fingers over it. A clinking sound traveled to my ears.

Then I touched the bear. It's brown "fur" was soft to the touch. A few places were crusty, some were worn, but others were just soft. I picked it up and held it. Held it to my heart. It's aroma was a sweet one. An odd, sweet smell. Gosh, I was really going mad. I was clasping Chad Dylan Cooper's teddy bear to my chest! There should be a group therapy for people like me. People who cared just a smidge too much. There were probably many other people out there clasping their mortal enemy's teddy bear to their chest right now. Okay, I'll admit, that does sound stalker-ish. Creepy, even. But sweet, right?

I guess this teddy reminded me of how vulnerable and kind Chad can really be. Chad Dylan Cooper owns a teddy bear? No one would believe me if I told them. And the fact that Chad just leaves it out in the open, like he's not even embarrassed just shows the real side of Chad. The side that isn't a jerkthrob. The sweet, caring, adorable, loveable side that just-

"Sonny?" Chad's voice questioned. I whirled around to face him, my napsack and his teddy falling from my hands and hitting the floor. That's where his eyes went. And then they widened. "Why...are you...what...huh?" he stammered, unable to speak. Bright scarlet red flooded his cheeks. His mouth was slack. And he leaned on the doorframe, shielding his face with his hand. The only sound was our controlled breathing. "Why...how come...you...here...my room..." He took a deep breath and tried again. "Why...you here?" was the only sentence he managed to utter. He was in a complete state of shock, and I was just embarrassed to be caught. He moved his hand, the high color the flared up his cheekbones dying down to slight pink.

"I, um," I closed my mouth, swallowed, and tried again. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be in here-"

"Obviously," he added. I nodded and hung my head down.

"Sorry," I whispered. I stooped to the ground, picked up my bag, and started toward the door. I slid past Chad, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. I gasped.

"You tell no one about my bear, is that clear?" he whispered harshly. I could feel his breath. It made my heart race. (A/N: "Say what's that sound? It's my heartbeat. It's getting much louder, my heartbeat. Is stronger than ever!")

"Crystal," I said. It came out more bitterly than I wanted. He glared. I did too. He held onto me for a second longer than necessary, then he let me go. His casual bored expression was back.

"You're room can be right there?" He pointed to the one across the hall. Then he grabbed my bag, went to the door, opened it, and threw the bag in. He shut the door and shrugged. "Karma can bunk with you."

I shook my head at him. "We'll alternate. One night, she'll sleep with me, then the next, with you. But haven't you got anything she can sleep in?"

It was his turn to shake his head. "I can check in the basement. But under one condition."

I waited a second, but when he didn't answer, I said, "Which is...?"

He smirked. "You change her diaper."

I rolled my eyes. "So that's why you came up here? To tell me that she went?"

He shrugged. "Pretty much, yeah. So, uh, you get to that and I will scower my clustered basement for a throne worthy enough of Queen Karma." He held his head regally in the air. I giggled slightly. He turned and thundered down the stairs. I followed suit. Soon he was racing to a door that looked like a hall closet. When he opened it, we were greeted by a flight of stairs.

"Go, change diaper!" He said, then disappeared into the darkness. I followed Karma's familiar cry, until I saw her laying on the kitchen table, diaper-less, a wrinkled, twisted diaper laying next to her. At least he tried. I picked up the soiled diaper and the not-soiled diaper and threw it in the silver garbage pail. Then I grabbed a fresh Huggie and began to fasten it on Karma. I put it on correctly, making sure it was tight enough not to fall off, and picked her up and held her in my arms. She was smiling, fresh tears drying up on her cheeks. How she cries and produces wastes, I have no idea. Then, I decided she was hungry. I held her against my hip and went into the living room, where the baby basket sat on the couch. I grabbed the yellow jungle animals bottle out and walked to Chad's fridge. Then, being very careful, I set the bottle down, opened the fridge with my free hand, and grabbed the carton of milk that was waiting for me. I kicked the fridge shut and twisted the cap off the bottle. I popped the milk carton opened, filled it up halfway, and walked to the microwave. It was silver and chrome. Mine wasn't nearly as fancy. I popped it open, placed the bottle in, and pressed in twenty seconds. I closed it and started it.

"Are you hungry, Karma?" I cooed.

She giggled.

"That's right, pretty girl. You are hungry!" I giggled and made noises. She giggled her little baby giggle. "Awh, you're so sweet, pretty baby. Yes you are."

She smiled. And then the microwave beeped. I opened it and grabbed the bottle. Then I shook it roughly to get rid of the hotspots. After a few seconds of shaking, I dotted a bit of it onto the inside of my wrist. It was a nice warm temperature. I put the bottle in her mouth, and her little hands went to grip the base. She smiled and suckled the milk. Oh my gosh, where does it go?

Well, that's just another unsolved mystery.

When the bottle was almost empty, I heard it. A loud bang from below me. I looked at the floor and remembered Chad was in the basement. That was the source of the bang. I rushed to the door, still holding Karma, but it swung open, to reveal a coughing Chad. Black dust covered his shirt and hair. He coughed dust and smelled of mothballs. He squinted at me.

"I found my old crib, but I need help getting up. Also, it's a bit covered in dust." He coughed again.

I eyed him. "A bit?"

"Just put drinking Karma down and come help me. Please?"

I groaned. I walked to the couch and placed Karma down gently. She held the bottle firmly and the liquid was running low. I rushed back to the door. He was at the bottom of the stairs.

"C'mon," he said without turning around. I rushed down the stairs after him. There weren't many things. A couch and a matching loveseat, a flatscreen TV, and a few plastic boxes stacked here and there. And then, a cream white crib with a aquarium mobile spinning above it. It was covered in thick layer of dust, but it was beautiful. Other than that, it was clean. We would just need a little Windex and a roll of paper towels. That oughtta do the trick.

"It's...beautiful," I marveled. He turned to smile at me, then walked around to it. He grabbed one side and said, "Come help." I walked to the other side, gripped the bar, and said,

"Lift."

We did.

It was heavy.

"Urgh," I groaned. He let out a loud breath and said in a strained voice,

"Just hold on and let's go up the stairs. I'll go first." He began to spin around, and I followed his lead. He walked backward toward the stairs. And then he groaned as he lifted it up and descended up the stairs. We lifted in sync, occasionally making slight noises of strain. Then, when we reached the top, he stopped.

"This is pointless," he said. I stopped and the crib nearly slipped from my grip.

"What?!?" I demanded.

"We still have another flight of stairs, and, if we're alternating, we'll have to move it from room to room each night."

I sat there, pondering for a second. But then it hit me. "Better idea. Since you're living room is bigger than Rhode Island," I joked, "we could just put the crib out there and sleep there."

He considered. "Hmm, I can sleep on the couch and you on the love seat?"

"Well we're not gonna sleep together," I pointed out. He made a disgusted face. "Now let's just carry it out to the living room."

He groaned, but complied, and lifted his end. Together, we strained to carry it to the living room, but made it, and set it right by the window. I flopped next to Karma on the couch, my arm muscles burning. I noticed she was asleep, her bottle on the floor. I laughed to myself and picked it up. I walked into Chad's kitchen and washed it for at least several minutes, before putting it on the counter to let it dry. I walked back out to the living, only to be greeted with the sight of Chad sleeping peacefully on the couch, Karma resting on his lap. I smiled and sat next to him, touching his forearm. His slight snoring stopped, and I looked into his face, not moving my hand. He was looking at me through half-lidded eyes...and smiling. He leaned into me, resting his head atop mine. I curled up to him, not even caring he was my worst enemy, and fell asleep, just like this. Happy, and content.


Dialogue of the Day:
"Vampires can go out during the day!"
"Since when?"
"Since Stephenie Meyer created Twilight!"

Lol, good times at family dinner! ;)