Sonny.

Chad.

Well, that's the last greeting you're gunna get from me. Sorry folks, the ol' memory ain't what it used to be… I doubt there's even any left :P Okay, I know, I haven't updated… but I updated Songs of My Life, right? Which you should R & R. It's a bit of a failure :P But I enjoy any reviews I get, sooo I'm good (: THANK you for all the super reviews. You make my day everytime that little number goes up… I'm aiming for 80 by next chapter… probably a bit high. But we'll see :P please, recommend it to friends, link it, review millions of times… not that I'm getting free advertising out of you whatever. Pft. Well, now I know that a majority of you don't read my A/N's because I had mentioned that the last chapter was based on 27 Dresses! But I don't mind. I like to blabber :P Anyways, this chapter is a teeny bit, hem, steamy, but I'm sticking within T boundaries… I think… Lol jokes. It's fine. Enjoy :D


SPOV

Out of all the surprises in my life, this had to be the most out-of-the-blue. Chad Dylan Cooper leaning in to kiss me. In front of a crowd of people. Standing on a table. The surprise just made it that more enjoyable – he tasted of rain, and his mouth was cold and fresh from the iced tea he had just been drinking.

It was amazing.

And it wasn't just any old kiss. He didn't immediately stick his tongue down my throat and grab my ass. He just laced is fingers into my hair and kissed me softly, sweetly, and with a tenderness that could only be placed in a meaningful kiss. Did it mean something? I didn't know. I sure hoped it did. Otherwise, the butterflies battering against the walls of my stomach and the crazy colours flashing through my brain would all be for nothing. This perfect moment would just be a hazy dream stored in the back of my memories. It didn't deserve to be there. It deserved to be out front, to be shared and cherished.

I could vaguely hear the sound of the audience filing away, or clearing their throats at Chad and me. I didn't care. I couldn't, wouldn't, be side tracked from this idealistic kiss.

Unless I was tapped roughly on the shin by the owner of the diner, of course.

"Get off my table. Go make out someplace else," said the man, glaring at Chad with eyes of thunder as he pointed behind him towards an invisible elsewhere. I turned to look at Chad. His eyes were glowing, and a small smile of joy was forming on his lips – dimples were practically engraved into his skin. He turned to look down at me, and his little smile turned to a subtle crease at the corner of his perfect mouth. His eyes dimmed to a subtle glow of – desire? I couldn't be sure. He looked so serious and emotional – I was caught up in the same emotion. I wanted to kiss him again and again. I hoped we would never make it to the opening of the club. I just wanted to sit in this diner and kiss him till the end of time. Staring into his eyes for eternity would suffice too…

Alongside the longing was confusion. How could this be? How could I even realize these feelings when I hated Chad so much? But I didn't. I hated Chad Dylan Cooper, the cocky guy who strolled around the studio's with a pocket mirror in hand; the guy who always had to have the last word; the guy who would give up his time just to come and push my buttons, every FREAKING day. But Chad was different. Chad didn't care less about fame. He was still self-absorbed and translucent, but he was also kind and warm and slightly crazier. He still laughed at me and teased me of my so-called infatuation with him, but he made up for it with other things, like holding my hand and letting me touch his hair.

And kissing me in a mysterious diner in the middle of nowhere.

Chad carefully unhooked my needy hands from his shirt and got off the table. He then held out a hand to me to help me down. I smiled, and took it. I jumped off the table slightly less gracefully, but did not remove my hand from his grasp. I turned to see Chad staring at me with an inquisitive look on his face. He suddenly seemed to make a mental decision, and tugged on my hand.

"He said someplace else," he murmured. I giggled, and let him lead me towards the exit, hearing the landlord mutter, "Hormonal teenagers," behind us.

It was still pouring. As soon as we were a few meters away from the diner, Chad turned to me, and picked me up so my head was just above his. His eyes bore passionately into mine, and I lowered my head to meet our lips. I felt the rain trickle slowly down my cheeks as I grabbed his soaking hair with my hands, deepening the kiss. As we keenly kissed, he slowly turned, and I felt his soft tongue brush lightly against my lip, practically begging for entrance. I let his tongue wrestle with mine avidly, and I felt his hands slip down to my thighs to pull my legs around him in a vice. It was perfect. The rain made everything seem slower and thicker – every touch was so much more prominent due to our drenched skin and clothes.

I felt him begin to move forwards while kissing me, carefully stepping so he didn't fall over. I was only mildly aware of this – my hands were subconsciously slipping down to the front of his shirt…

I finally felt us level out, and I noticed his hand releasing itself slightly from its grip around me so he could use it. I heard the sound of a car door opening – how did we make it down that slope alive? – and his lips left mine for a moment so he could sit (with me still curled around him) down and close the car door. He then dove heavily back into the kiss, his tongue exploring the contours of my mouth, his hand rubbing circles in the bare part of my back where my sodden shirt has slightly ridden up.

His lips left mine, but only to move down to kiss and nip my neck – he hadn't shaven since the day before we had missed the flight, and his stubbly jaw scratched my skin softly, sending brisk whispers of electricity through my skin. As he did this, I awkwardly undid his shirt and removed it with difficulty, due to my distraction of his lips grazing my shoulder blades and the more obvious problem of the shirt's wet form gripping to the contours of Chad's body. I didn't have intentions – I just wanted to feel his warm body against mine, not his freezing, wet shirt pressing against my already cold form. I ran my hands slowly down his muscular chest, trailing streaks of rain down it.

He slowly trailed his lips up to my jawbone, and then made his way back up to my lips. He gave mine one soft touch with his, and then moved his hands to gently caress the sides of my face. He stared wonderingly into my eyes, and let out a deep sigh of… exaltation? I wasn't sure. I knew I would later wonder of what… this meant to him – he did this all the time, right? He must make out with girls constantly. He was obviously experienced or whatever – he had continued to move his lips down my neck without a break whilst I had had to pause to catch my breath and gather my scattered thoughts.

But right now, all I could concentrate on was the deep look of tenderness and adoration in his eyes, the one that only came to them when he was looking at me… He was too miraculous to be true.

"You are so amazing," he exclaimed quietly and slowly with affectionate reverence, his voice husky and low.

I lowered my lips back to his, and he kissed me softly, sweetly. I smiled into the kiss.

I should be late for flights more often.


DONE. Sorry it's a little short. It's super late, and I have to get up slightly earlier tomorrow, i.e. before noon :P you guys have messed up my sleeping habits! But I don't care… this chapter was fun to write. It's definitely not my best, and I know some of you won't like it that much, but don't worry. There won't be any more hardcore making out. I don't think… it wasn't even that bad. I have read MUCH more citrusy stuff! Well, anyway, PLEASE review; I would really love it… and a shout out to Oreos Are Happiness (my new beta :P) and S3r3ndipity, AGAIN. And also xxHeadInTheStarsxx, who does not just have some of the best stories EVER, but also is super nice (: so yeah. Hope you liked it. I'm going away on Friday, so I won't update for quite a while… but I'll be back ;) PEACE OUT SUCCKKKASSS.

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