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Bored Loving Perfection

"Blake this is beyond amazing." I smiled at him.

Right now we were at a boat, at a lake, behind a fancy restaurant. It was Blake's surprise 3 month anniversary dinner. I was shocked that he would plan all of this just for our 3 month anniversary. I mean… wow. I faced my back to him and looked over the lake. I couldn't help but frown as I looked over.

He's been doing so many things for me. He's been doing so many things that I think I'm not doing anything enough. It's annoying. I remember our past dates that he pulled off, a picnic by a cliff, dinner by the sea watching the sunset, dinner at the roof of Aon Center the second tallest building in L.A. (somehow we're not allowed in at the roof of the U.S, Bank Tower. I don't know how he got the people there to let us have dinner at the roof of Aon Tower), and all the other oh-so-romantic and I-want-my-boyfriend-to-plan-a-date-like-that kind of dates. I mean they're awesome… but he just pulls off a awesome date after another that it makes it old and bland.

I sighed suddenly there was a pair of arms wrapping themselves on my waist and Blake's head on my shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He whispered to my ear.

I couldn't tell him that I was bothered by his perfection… that's just odd. "Do I look like Adam Lambert?"

He laughed, "Why would you think that you look like Adam Lambert?"

"I dunno." I shrugged. Even though that wasn't what I was thinking about it was still bothering me. I mean do I really look like Adam Lambert? Chad says I do. But since when do I care about what Chad thinks? Uh. Ever since I was 12?! Ugh.

"You look beautiful." Blake muttered in my ear.

I just smiled at him.

The thing about Blake, was that he is perfect. How many times did I mention that he was perfect? I'm guessing a lot… but that doesn't change a thing. He IS perfect. And I would keep on saying that until you know how awesome (hint sarcasm) his perfection is.

He's perfect the way that he would plan an oh-so-romantic dinner for you that lots of people would dream for (I'm sure he would too…). He's perfect the way that he looks with his toned body and face (He is too but if he wasn't gloating about it so much then maybe people could realize this by themselves and not just because you shoved the fact on their faces). He's perfect the way that he's famous and an awesome singer (He's famous alright. He could sing alright.). He's perfect the way that he's always so sweet, nice, and gentle (He's a jerk, he uses people, he's a snob, he's an egotistic maniac). He's the perfect gentleman that my mom loves (Oh he could be a gentleman if he wants… but if my parents heard about who he really is I doubt they would love him).

Crap. Why was I just comparing Blake to Chad? Why am I comparing Blake to Chad?

Well… Blake is just so perfect that I don't know what I could do anymore. Chad is so… imperfect… in a nice way. He's a jerk, I try to get him to be nice. He's mean, I try to make him polite. He's this, and I balance him out. So I have my role there. But what about Blake? What's my role with him?

I look over at him. We were sitting at the table in the middle of the boat and was eating a simple dinner. He ate like a perfect gentleman too. Not too fast, not too slow, not to make it look like a pig, not to make it look like he's worried about what he's eating. What was my role with him? I like him, a lot. He likes me, a lot lot.


Time flies by and soon enough my date is over. I can't believe I just spent a whole date comparing Blake to Chad. Blake and I were standing by my doorstep. Of course being the perfect gentleman he is he would walk me to my door.

"Hey, you okay? You've been quiet the whole date." He looked at me worriedly while holding both of my hands.

"I'm fine. Just tired." I smile at him.

"Okay. Well goodnight." He gave me a quick kiss on the lips then left. I watched him go away still waiting for the sparks that should have come when his lips touched mine.

I sighed as I entered the house. My mom was watching TV when I came in. She asked me if I had a good date and I just nodded and went upstairs to change into some jeans and a t-shirt. I went back down telling my mom that I would go for a walk. I needed time to clear my head up.

"Okay. Don't stay out late, and be careful Sonny." My mom said as I walked out the door.

I inhaled the sweet night air and started walking to the park. The park was not close to where I live, but not far either. I mean there is a park close to my house, but I prefer this one better. It was bigger and had a huge lake.

I walked down the quiet path in the park in silent thought. I was enjoying this moment of silence. Nothing going on in my head and nothing but the sound of animals and the wind.

I walked more and more until I reached the place where the lake is. Soon enough I reached the path that ended up to the edge of the park where the lake was. I smiled at the familiar and beautiful sight. I always go here when my mind is troubled. I look up at the moon that shone brightly over the lake leaving a trail of silvery white on the water. I followed the trail then I saw something that wasn't usually there.

Someone sitting by the edge of the lake just looking up at the moon and the lake. He looked like he was deep in thought too. Then I wondered what he was doing here. I never took him as the guy who would go to the park in the middle of the night just to look at the moon and the lake. I stand there for a while and gaze at him. The moon was shinning down on him making his face even paler, his hair lighter, and his face calmer.

I took a few steps towards where he was. I don't think he knew I was here.

I stopped on my tracks and thought for a moment.

It just seemed odd. Seeing such a different side of him that I don't think anybody else sees. A quiet, sentimental man. A very innocent looking Chad Dylan Cooper.


Sorry it took so long to update. I was... busy? anyways. hope you liked this chapter. And sorry if i rushed through Sonny and Blake's date. I mean... if you're thinking about somehting you tend to loose track of time. Oh and if it's bad review. If you like it Review. Whether you like it or not keep on reading the story's plot thickens. -AA .... (asher it's your turn)