Okay, I seriously thought this would be the easiest chapter to write, but it's turned out to be the hardest. This whole chapter is in Chad's POV. I hope Chad's not to OOC. If so, I apologize, but I was kind of stuck. Please R&R! Only a few more chapters left!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sonny With a Chance

CHAD'S POV

Everyone followed outside after the ceremony to visit and wait for the reception to actually begin. They were having the cocktail hour at the moment and well, neither Sonny or I are old enough to drink. We just talked to her Grandparents for a bit until Sonny broke the conversation.

"Chad, sweetie, can I speak with you for a moment?" she asked lovingly. This time she remembered to use a cute couple nickname.

"Sure my Son-shine," I answered, playing along.

I followed Sonny to a corner covered mostly by foliage and twinkly lights. It was dark now, so we could escape the crowd for a moment.

"What did I do wrong this time?" I whined, ready for a lashing.

"Nothing. You didn't do anything wrong," Sonny answered. "Sit," she gestured to the bench next to us. I sat and she joined me.

"Look Chad, I just wanted to tell you thank you again- for everything you have done for me this weekend."

"No problem, but like I said before, you still owe me."

"Yes, I know," she groaned. "Don't remind me. But honestly, I feel as if you've changed a little bit; for the better," she added.

"Yeah, all of this niceness better wear off once we get back to Hollywood."

"Well, I hope it doesn't. As much as I love arguing with you, I've really had fun these past couple of days…"

"Look Sonny, I have too, more than you'll ever know. But as soon as we get back, things are going to be the same as they were before."

"Oh," Sonny sulked, as if she really thought things would be different.

Man I feel awful. Why did I just say all that? Now she probably really hates me.

"Okay, well let's just go out there and pretend a little longer, then tomorrow morning we'll go back home and it will be as if nothing changed," she said coldly.

Why do I always let my ego get the best of me?

She grabbed my hand, but not gently like before.

When we made our way back to the reception, I noticed Sonny looking at the ground. She was upset. I so badly wanted to console her, but I couldn't. We were supposed to be acting- nothing more. Instead of acting like Sonny's boyfriend, I kept feeling like I was doing the opposite- acting like I had no feelings for her at all.

Suddenly, I caught Sonny as she fell back. She had run smack dab in to Heather, causing her to spill punch all over her bridesmaid's dress.

Clumsy Sonny- we really need to work on the walking thing with her. I love that about her though. Wait- did I just think LOVE? Shoot me now.

Luckily Sonny had gotten away without a drop on her. "SONNY!" screamed Heather so loud that just about everyone had turned around and were staring at the three of us.

"Heather, I'm so sorry," Sonny apologized genuinely. As much as she disliked her cousin, I could tell she really felt bad. I went over to the bartender and got some wet towels.

"You did this on purpose!" Heather threw a tantrum.

"Heather, honestly, I really didn't mean to. I'm sorry," she said, trying to help her wipe down the dress.

"Stop it!" she screamed, pushing Sonny away. "I don't believe you Sonny," Heather snapped. "You've always been jealous of me and my looks, boyfriends, money…"

"Why would anyone be jealous of you?" I blurted. "Sonny is a much better person than you'll ever be."

"Yeah right," she whipped back. "You stay out of this Chad Dylan Pooper! I know you're here just to save little Sonny some face. How much did she pay you to act?"

This really steamed me. Sure, she was right, not about the money, but the rest of it, but I couldn't let her see that. And no matter how hard I try, I cannot seem to keep my feelings bottled up any longer.

"She didn't pay me anything. I'm here because I care about Sonny," I confessed. I glanced over at Sonny and saw a smile turn up on her face. Everything I said was true- probably for the first time in my life.

"Then prove it!" Heather dared.

"Oh, you want me to prove it huh?" I asked tauntingly.

Alright- show time!

I decided that if there was any one way to show Sonny how I really feel- this is it. I used all of the affection and warmth, hatred and confusion that I had been feeling for her since she came to Hollywood, grabbed her tightly, pulled her body against mine, and my lips embraced her lips. It wasn't just the awkward, sweet kiss like we had practiced. This was a full on passionate kiss. I could feel her getting in to it too. Whether that was acting or not, I don't know, but it just felt so right. Finally I pulled away to see everyone still gawking at us.

"My, you two are a steamy couple," Grandma Lilly teased. "But you are so cute together."

Heather just pouted and walked away quickly. Hopefully that showed her.

Sonny smiled her toothy grin, but I could tell behind it she was wondering what had just happened.

"Do you want to dance?" I asked Sonny, taking her hand and guiding her on to the dance floor.

Now was the one thing I never ever in my entire life wanted to do; and that was, confess my emotions. I felt it would make me seem weak. But at the time, I didn't care.