L A S T P E R S O N O N E A R T H :: C H A P T E R 3

Synopsis: "I wouldn't kiss you if you were the last person on Earth!" Sonny and Chad are given a rude awakening: their homes are gone, their families are gone, and so are their jobs. They're the last people on Earth. Channy multichapter. R&R!

Rating: T for safety and/or future chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own SWAC, only this story's plotline.

(AN): This story takes place after Chad guest-stars on So Random!. Disregard any future episodes on the show.

previously on L A S T P E R S O N O N E A R T H :

"So when we shared the news with him, he went crazy. His beatings were twenty times worse and he almost even killed my mom. He aimed an empty wine bottle at her head, but thank goodness his missed. I might not be alive if he didn't. I might've been… next." She shivered, taking his hand once again.

"He beat you?" Chad asked, flabbergasted.

"That's what I said, isn't it?" She retorted, covering her emotion with a rock-hard wall.

Chad stared at her blankly, no emotion present in his facial features. At once, his brow creased and he took her other hand in his.

"That's why I liked fighting with you so much… I've never been able to fight back." She revealed as he traced circles on the palm of her hand.

"What a monster," Chad shook his head, scooping Sonny into another friendly, assuring hug that was far overdue.

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"I don't know but I think I may be fallin' for you,
droppin' so quickly.
Maybe I should keep this to myself,
wait until I know you better.
I am tryin' not to tell you but I want to.
I'm scared of what you'll say.
So I'm hidin' what I'm feelin',
but I'm tired of holdin' this inside my head."
- Colbie Caillat, Fallin' for You

They both decided to get some sleep after the busy events, laying down on the couch for lack of better, and more roomy, options.

This space problem made is nearly impossible for either of them to fall asleep, since Sonny was forced to face Chad, one hand around his neck and the other on his chest. Chad was hen obligated to put an arm around her waist protectively to keep her from falling over. Hence the uncomfortable comfortable position, no pun intended.

Chad was trying to ignore the way every curve of her body was pressed against him, Sonny trying to ignore his intoxicating scent and muscularly-built body.

This left them both to pretend that they were indeed asleep, easily convincing the other since they were so concentrated on their own 'sleeping' behavior to even consider the others. But luckily, they convinced themselves so thoroughly that they succumbed to their sleepiness by three in the morning.

The next morning made for an awkward wake-up, Sonny coming to consciousness first. She nearly jumped out of her skin and fled to Alaska at the sight of his face so close to hers.

She jumped away form him, landing in a thud on the floor. Chad quickly awoke, his arms not used to their emptiness.

He looked around for Sonny, widening in shock once he saw her on the floor.

He jumped to his feet, rushing down to aid her.

"Sonny are you alright?" He questioned, rolling her around so that she faced him.

She rolled her eyes.

"I'm fine, Chad. You just scared me is all." She breathed out, sitting up and brushing off her shirt.

"I scared you?" He asked, buttered up in confusion.

"I didn't exactly remember falling asleep last night, especially not wrapped in your arms." Sonny explained, a faint blush creeping up on to her cheeks as it so often did around her favorite blonde.

"Let me guess, you stayed up all night?" He asked tiredly, chuckling.

"You too?" She giggled, less aware of her embarrassment.

"I'm not very, um, used to falling asleep pressed up to a girl." Chad admitted, blushing as well.

"And I'm not very used to falling asleep in a guy's arms, so I guess we're on the same page." Sonny laughed, taking his hand as he pulled her up to her full height.

"But I liked it," he said, shocking them both. "I liked the feeling where you're so nervous about nothing that you can't fall asleep. I haven't felt that way in forever."

Sonny smiled, "I liked it too, Chad."

Chad's crooked smile faded into a smirk.

"Good." He murmured.

"Good."

"Fine!"

"Fine!" Sonny laughed, missing their constant banter.

"So are we good?" He asked, the smirk growing bigger as his hand reached out to hers.

"Oh, we're so good." She clarified, shaking his hand.

But to her surprise, he didn't let go. Instead he intertwined their fingers, leading her out of the room and outside to the bench they had grown fond of. They sat down, immediately turning to the plaque in unison to see if it had changed yet.

In memory of Susan Fleemer, a heroin known to all who taught.

"Sonny, we've gotta eat! I just realized this… We haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon." Chad said frantically, dragging Sonny all the way back past her dressing room to where the commissary would typically be.

They walked in to an unfamiliar spacious room, which they assumed was the cafeteria. There were tons of tables and chairs, and two lunch lines offering a variety of food choices. Heck, they even had a Senõr Smoothie machine. That contraption beat fro-yo any day.

"Oh wow," Sonny gasped, looking around.

"I'll whip us up some burgers. You cool with that?" Chad offered, assuming there would be some type of food in the school refrigerators. Unless they didn't have food in this dimension… Hmmm.

Sonny looked taken aback. "You cook?" She asked.

Chad chuckled, "Yeah, I live alone, remember?"

Sonny nodded softly, not responding to avoid the topic that she knew Chad didn't like to talk about very much. He smiled lightly, walking away from her and into the kitchen to cook something for the two of them.

Sonny sat at one of the tables, crossing her arms on the table and laying her head face-down on them. She sighed, wanting nothing more than to simply clear her head of all things current. She didn't want to think about how she and Chad were alone, how they may never return back to their real dimension.

At this moment in the real world, Sonny would be preparing for Thursday rehearsals, getting her stage make-up applied by the professionals with Tawni. This week's sketch was planned to be another Gassie sketch where Gassie himself falls down the well, and he is rescued once someone hears him toot from the well.

It may not be the most original sketch, but Sonny thrived to see her cast mate's faces again. She needed to.

Then she would drive home in her small white Smart Car to have dinner with her mother. They would then secretly watch the new episode for Mackenzie Falls and then they would go to bed.

This was how most of her days went, but never did Sonny look forward to the order. Normally she found it boring or unexciting, but today she wanted nothing but to be able to go live her life the way it was.

She realized that she really wasn't as grateful as she could be for all of her blessings.

She could be more thankful for her career, yet some days she dreaded the consistent order of things. She could be more thankful for her relationship with her mom, for she may never see her ever again. She could even be more thankful for Chad, because… well, who knows why? She just should be more thankful for their frenemy-ship.

Sonny was shaken out of her daydream as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Chad looked down at her happily with a rare smile on his face, holding a plate out to her with her food on it.

She happily accepted it, motioning for him to sit across from her.

"How are you holding up?" She asked, wondering if he felt the same was as her.

"This is actually kinda nice." Chad replied. Sonny choked on a it of her burger, surprised at how laid back he acted with all of this.

"What?" He mused, trying not to laugh at her actions.

"How are you enjoying this?" She questioned, bewildered.

Chad sighed, "You know… I may be labeled as a bad boy with a love of attention, but I really don't like it in reality. No one needs a picture of me drinking coffee and no one needs to make a picture with a costar into a love headline." Sonny raised an eyebrow.

"It's not fun to be stalked. That's what it feels like when paparazzi know my every move and my current whereabouts. It's nice knowing the one person on earth isn't someone who sells pictures of me." He finished.

Sonny laughed, shaking her head in disagreement. "Chad I don't know what you're talking about… I hold the most popular eBay account for signed pictures of Chad Dylan Cooper," she fake-bragged.

"No wonder I never see the pictures of myself that I gave you in your dressing room. I should've known!" Chad joked, laughing along with her as they finished their food in a comfortable silence.

Hey guys! So I was thinking of having Channy come up in the next two chapters, but I really don't feel they're ready for it yet. I feel like they just disappeared into this dimension, and they've barely tried to find out more about what happened. Because I know that if I were in Sonny's position, I wouldn't want to just accept the new way of life. There needs to be more questioning.

I had the next five chapters completely written out, but my laptop has this extreme hate for me and it crashed, erasing them all. So I've gotta say, I'm pretty pissed. It's done this before, so hopefully I'll recover the files. My plan is to write down as much as I can from memory, but I don't know how much patience I'll have. An update will come depending on how that plan works out for me. So hang tight.

REVIEW(: I'll start my update when I get 30 reviewsies. haha.

-S3r3ndipity