(Chad POV)

To Love Someone:

I arrived at Sonny's door half an hour late. When she opened the door, she was in a lavender sundress.

"Shall we," I asked.

"We shall," she replied. I put my arm out for her to take and we linked arms. As we walked out, her mother called, "Be home by 10:30,".

I led her to my car which already had the top down. She climbed into the passenger side when I opened the door for her. I slid into the driver's side and handed her a thick piece of fabric.

"What is this," she asked.

"Fabric," I answered nonchalantly.

"For what?"

"Blindfold," I said, internally smiling.

She swiftly tied it around her head. I started a random conversation with her to pass the time. It was really easy. When we reached our destination, I asked her to wait in the car while I made sure our table was ready.

(Sonny POV)

When Chad returned, he gently lifted me from the car. When I though he was putting me on my feet, he hoisted me up and he started carrying me bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his neck for support.

"Please tell me you haven't arranged a wedding," I asked nervously.

"Excuse me," Chad asked confused.

"My mother wouldn't be too thrilled if I came home and said, 'See ya, I'm married.'"

"Nope, just a date," he assured me.

About seven minutes later he let me to my feet, but I didn't let go of him. My arms became a chokehold around his neck. I dropped my grip to his shirt. He span me around ninety degrees and gave me the okay to remove my blindfold.

I pulled it off and gasped; a single table was set up in the middle of the beach. It was candlelit with a white tablecloth. It looked like the kind of table that would be set up at a five star restaurant for a man's proposal to a woman. Thankfully, Chad assured me that it was just a date.

I looked over at him and he was smiling.

"Oh…my…Chad," I said, breathless.

"Table for deux," he said, holding up two fingers. (Deux: Pronouced 'duh'. It means two in French.)

I lightly nodded and he led me to the table, pulling the chair out for me when we got there.

"Leave everything here," he instructed.

I looked up and he had shrugged out of his shirt. His chest was so well sculpted; it looked like it was carved from stone. My boyfriend had a six pack. He looked like a Greek Adonis. A light wind blew through the area and his blonde hair rustled. His biceps flexed when he moved his hair back to where it belonged. He winked at me and I decided it was my turn. I pulled my hair from the loose ponytail it was in and shrugged my sundress off. I let it drape over the back of my chair. I looked over at Chad whose eyes were wide.

"Wow," he spoke.

"Speak for yourself," I said and he smiled.

He grabbed my hand and led me to the ocean. I pulled my hand from his and his face quickly flashed from content to the depressing shock of rejection. I chuckled and then put my hair up in a high ponytail, the kind that girls who took normal runs for exercise would have. I then linked my fingers with his again. I smiled at him and he looked relieved. Chad smiled deviously when we reached the break point.

"Don't you dare," I said laughing.

"Too late! Already did," he said.

He picked me up and tossed me into the ocean water. I yanked him in with me and splashed his hair, knowing he would throw a fit about it. He didn't. Wow, that was oddly out of character. A very random butler appeared from behind us.

"Mr. Cooper, your dinner is served," the butler called out. He had a British accent, one that sounded genuine and not attempted to impress me. He was average sized wearing a black suit like all butlers and he had graying hair on his head. He was what a stereotypical butler looked like in all the movies. It was pretty scary how Chad had one of those.

"Who's he," I asked.

"A butler," Chad answered as if it were obvious.

"I know that, but who is he?"

"Henry Jacobs. He's been my butler for years. He's the best one I've ever had. You'll be seeing a lot of him as m'lady," Chad explained.

"So what you're saying is that we will be together for a while," I asked.

"Sonny, most girls I date don't even last this long. I think that that means something," he told me.

I smiled at that remark.

Chad grabbed my hand and led me to the table. He pulled the seat out for me and I sat down. He was always so polite. He really knew how to hold onto a girl for long periods of time if he liked them. This must be a good sign. Yet, everything else was too.

I gazed at him and knew it; this is what it felt like to love someone.