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Okay, so this is probably one of the fastest updates I've ever done, but I honestly had nothing better to do with my time and I had to get this written before I lost all of my ideas. But anyway, I do expect more reviews after this chapter, just saying! Lol, I hope you all love it as much as I do. So without further ado, chapter 12! Read, enjoy, REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Sonny With a Chance or anything even remotely recognizable in this story...Like New Orleans...or gumbo.

(CPOV)

Entering the dining room, the first thing that I noticed was that Sonny's family had left two seats, right next to each other, open. Trying to keep the excitement off of my face, I pulled out Sonny's seat—without even thinking about it might I add, it was actually a reflex—before sitting in my own.

"So, do you like the room?" Sonny's mom asked as I sat down—after giving Sonny and me a knowing look—with a smile on my slightly blushing face. Thinking about it, I realized that I really had no idea what the room looked like. All I knew was that there was a bed, because I had been sitting on it with Sonny just a few minutes ago. I was not going to let her family know that though.

"Yes, I can tell that I'm going to be comfortable staying here." I said, smiling at her and then turning to glance at Sonny, giving her a smile and reaching my hand—under the table—to squeeze hers gently. Once my hand touched hers, she turned and smiled back at me as she squeezed mine back, making my heart pick up speed yet again. Not like it ever returned to a normal speed anyway.

"Well that's great! So Chad, have you ever tried gumbo before?" Sonny's dad asked, jumping into the conversation after Sonny and I had basically just stared at each other for a while.

"Um, no I've never had it before, but Sonny always tells me that it's really good. I kind of just figured I would take her word for it up until now." I replied, still holding Sonny's hand under the table, my heart racing as I thought about what might happen if any of her family caught us. The may not have hated me just yet, but I'm sure coming into their house and trying to start a relationship with their Sonny wasn't exactly on the top of the "list of things to do to get on Sonny's family's good side." Realizing this, I gently took my hand out of Sonny's, immediately missing the warmth that it had given me. My hand felt empty.

"Well then today you're going to try it!" Jacob exclaimed, also jumping into the conversation. That's right, one thing I had learned about the Munroe family—mostly because I had been so caught up in Sonny since August—was that they seemed to like to be a part of any conversation. Yeah, that was for sure.

"Alright, well I'm ready then!" I said, finally letting the excitement break through the nonchalant expression on my face. Looking up, I noticed Sonny's mom coming in from the kitchen—I hadn't even realized that she had left—with the big pot that had been on the stove. Leaning over a little, she picked up my bowl and used a spoon to scoop some rice, followed by some of the soup-like substance, into it. "Thank you." I said with a smile as I looked down at the new meal in my bowl. Not sure what exactly to use to eat it, the fork or the spoon, I decided I would just inspect it while I waited for everyone to get their food first so that I could figure it out from what they used. I smiled as the scent that I had smelled from when I entered the house made it up to my nose. So that's what it was. That was the first thing that crossed my mind as I looked down at the rice covered in some brownish liquid. Inside were pieces of sausage, shrimp, some vegetables and some other kind of meat—probably chicken, but I wasn't going to ask that. Looking up, I noticed that everyone was staring at me, holding their spoons—ah ha—as if they were waiting for me to say something. "It looks really good. It smells good too!" I said, trying to play off my embarrassment as they all stared at me, probably knowing that I was confused.

"Just admit it Chad, you didn't know whether to use a spoon or a fork right?" Sonny said, smiling at me as I picked my spoon up.

"Yes I did Sonny, I just wanted to look at the food first." I replied, keeping my voice as convincing as possible.

"No you didn't Chad, but that's alright. Honestly, some people eat it with a spoon while some eat it with a fork. It really doesn't matter." She said, her grin falling into a small smile. "By the way mom thanks for putting out the fork and spoon. I told you it would confuse him!" she added, turning to her mother as she began to laugh, followed by the laughter from the rest of her family. Choosing to ignore what was going on around me—my embarrassment would only make things funnier for them—I put my spoon in the "gumbo" and took my first bite. I'm not going to lie, but that was probably the dumbest thing I could've done at the time. I hadn't thought about the fact that the gumbo had just been taken off of the stove, so it was hot…real hot. It was so hot that the second I put that spoonful in my mouth, I burned my tongue and my eyes automatically watered up. Knowing that being obvious about it would only make them laugh harder, I looked down and tried to stop the water from falling out of my eyes.

"Oh yeah, Chad, we probably should have warned you that the gumbo was going to be hot for the first few minutes." Jacob said, half-laughing while still managing to be somewhat serious. Having gotten the feeling in my tongue back, along with the water in my eyes drying up, I decided that I could look up.

"No, it's all good. Chad Dylan Cooper can handle anything." I replied, smiling to make sure that everyone knew I was just joking. I didn't want them all thinking that I was some "conceited jerk-throb" as Sonny would have put it. But you kind of are one Chad. Keep that in mind. Chuckling, everyone began to eat their gumbo.

(SPOV)

After that kiss, I wasn't quite sure where Chad and I were going with our relationship. I mean, it was amazing, don't get me wrong; but what if Chad didn't think so? With that thought continuously running through my head, I was really surprised when Chad grabbed my hand underneath the table. Once his hand touched mine, the sparks that were always there whenever he touched me intensified thanks to that kiss. My heart was racing, and I knew that there was no way whatsoever that I could remain "best friends" with him. When he let go, as much as I hated for him to do it, I knew that it was for the better. There was absolutely no way that my parents could find out what happened while we were upstairs, not just yet at least. We would have to break it to them slowly when we did, if we were even bringing our relationship to that level anyway. Dinner went by pretty uneventfully. Really, the highlight of that dinner was when Chad couldn't figure out whether to use his spoon or fork. Well, plus when Chad burned himself eating his gumbo. He probably thought that he was hiding it pretty well, but trust me, he wasn't. Everyone saw the pain flash across his face as he took that first bite, but no one said anything; we had already embarrassed him enough. As we all finished eating, I cleaned the table, brining everyone's plate to the kitchen. Deciding to be a nice daughter, I started to wash the dishes also.

"Need some help?" I heard Chad ask, as he walked into the kitchen with a smile on his face.

"Aw, does a pampered rich boy really know how to wash dishes?" I asked, smiling to make sure he knew that I was only joking.

"That hurts Sonny. That really hurts." He said, placing his hand on his heart to feign hurt.

"Does it Chad, does it really?" I replied, reaching over to grab the sponge so that I could start washing the dishes and throwing a smile his way.

"Very funny Munroe, but even you can't steal my line." He said, putting his arms around my waist from behind as he reached for the plate to take it from my hand.

"No, Chad, you're not washing the dishes. You're a guest here." I said, pushing him back so that he couldn't reach it.

"Please Sonny; I don't want you to do all the work." He said, giving me a cute little pout that I really couldn't say no to. Sighing I turned around and handed him a towel.

"I wash, you dry?" I asked him, letting him know that that was the only way that he could help.

"Sure." He replied, smiling as he moved to the right of me and waited for the first bowl.

Turning back to the sink, I picked up the bowl that I had placed down when I turned around, and finished rinsing all of the soap off, and out of, it. Turning to him, I handed it over, letting him do his job. Reaching for the next bowl, I began the process again.

"Hey Sonny, where do I put this?" he asked, holding the bowl up after he had finished drying it.

"Just put it to the side. We'll put all of them up together once they're all done. It'll save us some trips back and forth to the cabinets." I replied, taking it out of his hand and putting it to the side like I had told him. He simply nodded and waited for me to finish the next dish.

I finished washing all of the dishes in a comfortable silence, aside from the time when my mom came in to put the gumbo away and started going on and on about how "sweet" we were and how much she couldn't thank us enough for doing this. She smiled knowingly at me as she left though, but I wasn't quite sure why. Turning to Chad, I watched as he dried the last spoon, placing it down and turning to me. Realizing that I was staring at him—not because of how amazing he looked with his muscles flexing every now and then as he pushed the towel harder into the plate to get it as dry as possible, not at all—and snapped out of my…trance.

"Um, are you ready to put them up now?" I asked, "subtly" un-tucking my hair from behind my ears so that I could hide the blush that had made its way to my cheeks. I swear, my heart skipped a beat and I stopped breathing as Chad reached his hands towards my face, tucking my hair back behind my ears.

"Don't do that Sonshine; I want to see your pretty face." He said, smiling as he kept his hands there, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs. Staring into each other's eyes, we started to lean in. We never actually made it though, because with our lips just inches apart, we heard footsteps headed towards the kitchen, and quickly pulled apart.

"U-uh, yeah, I'm ready to put them up. Um, where do we p-put them?" he awkwardly asked, stuttering and scratching the back of his neck in nervousness. Aw, how cute is that?

"H-here, I'll show you." I replied, stuttering also as my dad walked to the refrigerator to grab a beer, leaving us with a smile. Really dad, really?

Grabbing two of the five bowls—along with all of the spoons—I turned to Chad and motioned him to pick up the rest of them and follow me. Reaching the other side of the kitchen before him, I put all the spoons up and started putting the bowls into the cabinet. After I had placed the second one in, I felt something press into my back, followed shortly after by Chad's arms reaching into the cabinet and placing his three bowls in there also. Unable to move, or breathe, I watched as he closed the cabinet and let his arms drop, his hands gripping the counter.

"We're done." He whispered softly into my ear, causing a shiver to run up and down my spine as his warm breath tickled my neck.

"Y-yeah, we are." I replied, unsuccessfully attempting to keep my voice strong. Ha, yeah right girl!

"So what now?" he asked, whispering again and putting his arms around my waist so that he could pull me closer to him. How am I supposed to concentrate when he's this close to me?!

"I'll come with you to help you unpack." I said, finally gaining enough strength to turn around. When I was finally facing him, my breath caught in my throat as I realized how close we—our lips—were. Leaning down, he gave me a soft, quick, and still electric, kiss on the lips.

"Alright Sonshine, let's go get started then." He said, smiling as he pulled back enough to let me out of his arms. Finally able to somewhat catch my breath, I headed upstairs.

"Hey Sonny, would you and Chad like to watch a movie with us?" I heard my mom yell from the living room once Chad and I were halfway up the stairs.

"Maybe tomorrow mom, I'm going help Chad unpack right now." I shouted back continuing up the stairs.

(CPOV)

Entering my room, I began to feel more nervous than I had felt in my life. Sonny and I had kissed twice, but both times I had initiated it. I mean it seemed like maybe she felt something too, but I honestly couldn't be too sure of what she felt. At dinner I had decided that I would—that I had to—ask Sonny to be my girlfriend. I mean, I know that normally people go on a few dates before getting to that point, but technically we had. Or at least we had hung out enough, and I paid so I considered them dates. Plus, I loved her, so what would be so wrong in asking her to be my girlfriend. The more I thought about it though, the more terrified I got. No! Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't get nervous. He doesn't get rejected so what's there to be nervous about. But Sonny wasn't like other girls, and I hadn't truly cared whether or not they said yes. Sonny on the other hand wouldn't surprise me if she said no, because she was different, and that's one of the things I love about here.

"So, ready to get un-packing?" Sonny asked, smiling as I picked up one of my bags and placed it on the bed. I made sure to pick one of the bags with clothes in it, because I had already seen what she thought about my wide assortment of hair products. Let her think what she wants, but hair as perfect as this takes time.

"Yes." I replied, the nerves making it hard for me to even come up with a sentence. Giving me a confused look, she closed the door and walked back to sit on the bed next to my bag. Unzipping it, she opened my bag and then got up to open my closet. As she walked around, opening drawers and doors in the room, I took the time to actually look at the room. The walls were a whitish color, maybe off-white—you'd be surprised how many shades of white there are, I had learned some of them when getting my teeth whitened—and there was a dresser across from the bed. Next to the bed was a nightstand with a lamp on it. The bed sheets were different shades of blue—mainly dark blue and light blue—with light blue pillowcases. Noticing a door that Sonny hadn't opened, I walked over and opened it to see what was inside. It wasn't anything special, but it was a bathroom. It was decorated with the same shades of blue as the bed was. It's funny, because the guestrooms in my place back in New York are much bigger than this. This seems kind of nice though.

"Hey, you're not going to make me do your work are you Chad? I just opened everything, but you need to help me put everything in its place." Sonny said, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Oh, sorry, I was just trying to figure out where everything is." I replied as I walked back to my bag, pulling out a blue, long sleeve button up shirt and grabbing a hanger from the closet to hang it up with. Sonny followed shortly behind, grabbing a pair of jeans out of my bag and putting them in their place. This continued until we were done with the first bag, causing me to pull my second bag onto the bed and open it. I pulled out a plain white t-shirt, handing it to Sonny who had decided that I had no idea how to fold clothes—if so then how did I pack Ms. Sonny?—and had taken to doing so for me. As I watched her fold it, I noticed how good it made me feel just to see her helping me fold my clothes. I started to imagine what it would be like if we were like this all the time. Always together, helping each other get everything done. It sounded amazing, let me just tell you that. As we finished the second bag, I figured that now would be the time to ask her to be my girlfriend. Maybe I could put off having to open my bag of hair things a little longer, along with the teasing that was sure to come with it.

"Um, Sonny, can I ask you something?" I asked, suddenly feeling the nervous feeling return to my stomach only much worse than it had been before.

"Sure." She replied, looking up and smiling as she zipped up my last bag and moved it off the bed. Knowing what was coming next, and not knowing what her answer was going to be, I started to second guess myself. What if she felt absolutely nothing in both of those kisses? Are you prepared for the embarrassment after you tell her how you feel? And what do you plan on doing if she doesn't like you? You have six more weeks in this house with her. How will you survive those six weeks knowing she doesn't feel the same way about you, and that you basically made yourself seem like the most pathetic person alive? Are you really sure about this? I thought to myself as my palms started to feel sweaty. EW, who even knew that could happen?

"U-u-um…ha…you see…I just…" I started, stuttering like crazy. CDC, man, pull yourself together! Be a man! You decided that you wanted to do this, now do it! Sighing, I decided to take a different approach. "I-I mean…" I can't do this! I felt my face heating up, and I felt sick, like, really sick. I felt like I was going to throw up, and I kept glancing at the bathroom, trying to figure out if I would be able to make it there if I actually felt my dinner coming up.

"Chad, are you okay? What's going on?" Sonny asked, laying her hand on top of mine to, attempt to, comfort me. Oh man, I really can't do this. I'm about to be sick. UGH! I though, jumping up and running as fast as I could to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me. Falling to my knees in front of the toilet, I braced myself for what was about to come up. False alarm. I thought, embarrassed that I had actually just done that. Realizing that I still felt sick to my stomach though, I decided that I would just sit there and wait. Maybe Sonny would decide to leave me so that I could do my thing in peace. Yeah right, Sonny's not heartless and you know it.

"Chad? Chad are you sick? Do you want me to get my mom up here or something?" She asked, knocking softly on the door.

"No, I-I'm fine. I just…ugh! I don't know how to say this!" I said, feeling slightly more comfortable talking about this without looking into her eyes. Her deep, chocolate brown eyes.

"Can I come in then?" She asked, hope clear in her voice. "Or can you come out?" After coming to the decision that I was not going to be throwing up, and I was however going to—had to—go through with this, I got up, glancing in the mirror before opening the door. Noticing how pale I was, I decided that I had to grow up and be a man about it. Opening the door, I walked passed Sonny and sat on the bed, waiting for her to come and sit next to me.

"Chad, what's going on?" She asked again, this time slightly more concerned than the last time. Taking a deep breath, I pushed my nerves down as much as I could and looked into her eyes.

"I-I wanted to…I wanted to talk a-about e-earlier." I said, suddenly finding the floor to be more interesting than her eyes.

"What about earlier?" She asked, unsure of where I was going.

"T-the…the k-kiss." I said, finally looking up into her eyes, only to look back down at the ground as I felt the sick feeling in my stomach return, only not as horrible as earlier.

"O-oh…the kiss…w-what about it?" Sonny asked, sounding like she herself was somewhat nervous.

"I wanted to know if…if it meant anything to you. I-I…I mean, it-it meant something…something to me." I replied, pushing my foot back and forth against the carpet, my eyes widening as I realized that I had gone through with it, and there was no turning back.

"It meant something to you? W-what did it mean?" She asked, placing her hand on my arm and rubbing it gently in the way that always calms me down. Gaining some more courage because I knew that there was no way to turn back at this point, I looked up into her big brown eyes and noticed that there was more emotion in them than I had ever seen before. I couldn't place all of them, but I thought I saw hope in there, and that gave me the strength to finish what I had started.

"It's just…Sonny do you even know what you do to me? I haven't gone an hour without thinking about you since you ran into me that day and spilled your ice cream on me. I get this, funny feeling in my stomach whenever I'm around you, and I love it! You can never fail to make me smile, and your laugh is the most amazing thing I've ever heard. You're can cheer me up at some of the worst times, and you understand me even though you've never gone through even half of the things that I've gone through. All I want to do is just hold you in my arms all day, and kiss you until we're out of breath. And do you feel this?!" I asked, grabbing her hand and placing it on my chest above where my heart would be. "This is what I go through on a daily basis! I can't control it! I try, but I can't! I swear my heart beats so hard and fast at times that I'm surprised you don't hear it! Sonny…I-I can't just be friends with you anymore. It's harder now than it ever has been to ignore my feelings for you Sonny, and I just can't do it anymore. Please Sonny, will you be my girlfriend?" I asked, smiling because I was finally letting myself say what I had wanted to say for the longest time. She didn't say anything though; she just stared at me with her big brown eyes.

After sitting in silence for two minutes, the hope that I had built up—that had slowly been deteriorating—came crashing down. My heart dropped to the floor, and a lump formed in my throat that, as much as I swallowed, just wouldn't go away. I felt the familiar sting in my eyes as I realized that this didn't seem to be ending in the way that I wanted it to. Looking away, I tried to keep the tears from falling from my eyes. I didn't succeed though, and I quickly brought my hand up to my face to wipe them away as I got up.

"U-um…I'm sorry Sonny I-I didn't mean to make you feel…um…ha." I said, almost breaking down as I tried to apologize. Now what do I do? It's over, it's all over. I thought, rushing to the bathroom where I broke down. After about five minutes though, I heard a soft knock at the door.

"Chad…Chad stop crying! You didn't even let me talk!" Sonny said, laughing a little as she said this. Why would she be laughing at me? I just poured my heart out, and she's laughing at me? "Chad open the door and come out. I need to tell you something."

Knowing that I couldn't say no to her, even after she broke my heart, I wiped my eyes, took a deep breath and opened the door. "What?" I asked, my voice raspy from crying.

"Stop crying Chad. Didn't you notice me nodding my head?" She asked, smiling at the look of shock that formed on my face.

"What?" I asked, not daring to get my hopes up just in case this was some sick joke of hers.

"I said yes Chad! I was speechless, but I was nodding." She said, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. Instinctively I tightened my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

"Really?!" I asked, unable to comprehend what was happening.

"Yes really! But is it okay if we don't tell my family just yet? I want to tell them a little later, once they've gotten used to you." She said, smiling as she pulled me closer to her.

"Of course it's okay! I was actually going to mention that. Your family makes me nervous." I replied, smiling so big that it hurt my cheeks. Remembering that I still had another bag to unpack, I took my arms from around her and took her hand, leading her to the bed where she had apparently already put the bag. Sitting her down first, I leaned towards her, finally able to do what I've wanted to do for a long time. Taking her face between my hands, I placed a soft, short kiss on her lips, unable to stop smiling even as I did so. "Are you still up for helping me unpack?" I asked, smiling as I pulled back and kneeled in front of her, placing a hand on each side of her on the bed as she let me come in a little closer by separating her legs a little bit.

"Yes I am! Let's finish!" she said, smiling as she opened up my last bag. Once the bag was finally opened—revealing my fifty-five different types of hair care products—she started laughing hysterically, clutching her stomach as her eyes shut and she fell backwards.

"Hey!" I said, giving her an incredulous look, somewhat offended by her outburst.

"I-I'm s-sorry Chad! S-so sorry! But…" She said trailing off as she sat up, still laughing just softer now. "But it's kind of hilarious knowing that my boyfriend has more hair products than I do." She finished, wiping her eyes as tears fell from laughing so hard.

"Oh you're so very funny Sonshine, you should be a comedian." I grumbled, getting up and stomping off to the bathroom to put up some of the hair supplies. She may be my girlfriend now, but she'll always be the same Sonny as she always was.

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