Okay, so as I wrote, this story totally turned differently than I had expected, but I think you'll like the outcome (in the end). This chapter is more dramatic than others, but I felt we needed some more drama in the story. Also, I know I said I was getting to the end, but I'm considering continuing it for a while... please let me know if you want me to do that. This chapter goes back and forth between Sonny/Chad POV. Please R&R!

Also, I don't know who, but someone nominated me for Favorite Author for the SWAC Awards, and I just want to say thank you so much for doing so- I'm really honored :)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sonny With a Chance.

* SONNY'S POV *

Chad led me to the dance floor and just like we had practiced, my hand and my body were in his hands. He effortlessly glided me along the dance floor. I realized it was much easier if I didn't think about dancing correctly and just followed his lead.

"You're doing great," Chad praised. I gave him a little half smile. Honestly, I was really confused at this point. I knew that kiss should have been fake, but then why did it feel so real?

I contemplated whether or not to bring it up. I didn't want to make things awkward between us and wasn't sure which would do more damage; dance in silence wondering about our emotions, or go along with the whole fake charade?

I could tell that Chad's mind was reeling; he wasn't paying much attention to the dancing anymore.

"Is anything wrong?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"No, nothing is wrong at all," he answered matter-of-factly.

"Well you're being really quiet," I replied. "Anything you want to talk about?"

"Well yeah, but I just don't know how to say it," he admitted crestfallen.

Oh no, was he going to tell me I'm a horrible kisser, or something mortifying like that?

"It's just that-" he started, but was cut off by the dj making an announcement, as he faded the slow music out.

"All you unmarried ladies, it's time to catch the bouquet! Please make your way to the dance floor."

Chad stepped off to the side and I joined him.

"Go," he directed.

"I don't want to catch the bouquet," I sighed, "I want to know what you were going to say."

"You go on out there, I'll tell you later- I promise," he said with a small smile on his face.

I approached the dance floor with the other girls and shifted toward the middle. I honestly had no intention of catching the thing, I was just humoring Chad.

Lacey turned her back to us and tossed the full, white bouquet of cala lillies in the air. I didn't even make any effort to catch them, despite the scrambling girls around me, but somehow, they just floated in to my hands. As soon as they did, I felt a sharp pain in my side, and my body hit the floor with a thud.

I fell back, knocking my head against the hard dance floor. All I remember is seeing my evil cousin Heather above me, holding the flowers up in the air like a trophy. Then, I must have blacked out.

* CHAD'S POV *

I was laughing because it was so obvious that Sonny felt ridiculous out there with all of those other girls. Suddenly I saw her actually catch the bouquet, then Heather rammed her in the side, knocking her to the ground. It looked painful, but Sonny's tough, so I decided not to embarrass her by causing a scene; then I saw her head fling back and make contact with the ground.

I rushed over to her. I felt worried and enraged. I was worried about Sonny- probably the first time I have ever worried about someone so deeply, but I was so angry at Heather I could hit her. But guys don't hit girls- no matter how evil they are.

I knelt as I caressed Sonny's face in an attempt to get a response. Nothing. She was still breathing, so I figured she must have had a concussion.

Everyone was standing around gawking, her grandma had tears in her eyes. Everyone was glaring at Heather- if looks could kill, she'd be slaughtered.

"I'm going to take her to the hospital, just to be sure it's nothing too serious," I informed.

"Here" Grandma Lilly handed me a phone number. "This is her mother's number. Please call her and let her know what's happened and what the doctor says."

"Will do," I answered honestly. Grandma Lilly was so kind; she reminded me of my grandmother.

As I lifted Sonny's frail body and carried her to the car, Grandpa Joe opened the car door for me.

"You're a good kid," he complimented me.

"Thank you sir," I responded politely, and lay her down in the back seat.

* SONNY'S POV *

When I woke, I was laying in the back seat of Chad's car. "Wha- what happened?" I asked quietly, trying to clarify the events.

"Sonny?!" Chad screeched, almost swerving off the road as he drove. "Glad you're awake. Does your head hurt?"

"Yeah," I answered softly. In all honesty it was throbbing like crazy, but I didn't want to seem like a baby. "So, what happened?"

"Well your jealous evil cousin was mad that you caught the bouquet. I guess she's mad because it seems like everything she wants, you seem to have; talent, you're smart, beautiful, have a great boyfriend…"

"Wait- what?" I asked confused. Now I really didn't understand what was going on. Did he just say all those nice things about me? And great boyfriend?

"But Chad, you're not really my boyfriend," I pointed out.

"Yes, but Heather doesn't know that. Wait- that's all you took from that? Anyway, I was…"

"Why are we at the hospital?" I interrupted.

I heard Chad let out a huge sigh; not really sure why. "We're just going to get you examined and make sure there's no damage," he said as he opened the back seat and took my hand, pulling me out of the car.

Subconsciously I was still holding my head, and Chad must have noticed.

"Are you okay?" he asked distraught.

"I think so, my head just hurts really bad and I feel a little dizzy," I answered unassumingly.

"Here," he said, placing his arm around me, allowing me to use him as a crutch to balance myself.

"You know Chad, you really can be a sweet guy," I spoke genuinely.

Chad stopped walking. "I know, I just usually choose not to be. I have to be hard core. I am Chad Dylan Cooper," he replied conceitedly. "I have my moments."

"So, how come you've chosen to be so sweet to me?"

Chad's face turned really serious. He spun me around to face him. "Well Sonny, as much as I hate to admit it, we're friends."

"Really?"

"Yes. Just don't tell anyone," he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes at that. Same old Chad. As I did, he put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. He rested his forehead on mine. I could feel his sweet breath on my face.

"I was really worried about you."

"Chad, why do you always do this?" I wondered. "One second you're mean and the next you're sweet and thoughtful…" I rambled until he whispered a 'shhh,' holding his finger up to my lips.

"I have something to say. Remember earlier I promised to tell you why I was being so quiet…" he began, but about that time, his phone rang.

"Hello?" he answered in a sullen tone.

"Have you gotten to the hospital yet?" The voice on the other end asked.

"Yes, we're about to go inside and try to see a doctor."

"Is Sonny awake now?" the woman asked.

"Yes, would you like to talk to her?"

"Yes, please. And thank you Chad so much for taking care of my daughter. I don't know what she'd do without you."

"You're welcome Ms. Monroe."

Chad huffed and handed the phone to me. I spoke with my mom very quickly and let her go so we could get inside.

"What were you saying?" I asked Chad.

"Nothing," he responded sadly.

I don't know what this boy's deal is.

* CHAD'S POV *

I walked Sonny in to the emergency room, filled out some papers, and the doctor saw her fairly quickly. I just sat there quietly in the waiting room.

"Aren't you going to go with me?" Sonny pleaded. I was sick of this. My old emotions were creeping back. I wanted to go with her, but I shouldn't. I felt that I was getting too close and I feared that might not be the best idea any more.

"No, you can handle it," I said coldly, regretting it after seeing her sunken face as she walked off with him.

I just feel like my heart is crushed inside. This is why CDC doesn't like to get too involved. I try not to feel anything for her, but then I do. When I finally get the courage to tell her, some other obstacle is in the way. I have an inkling that fate is trying to send me a message. Maybe Sonny isn't supposed to be with me. I was grief-stricken with the thought, but I had to be strong for the sake of myself.