Sorry about the delay. Again... Unfortunately, state testing tends to turn my brain to mush after two hours every day for six days. Blech. Anyway, this chapter is more like a filler chapter and is kind of pointless except that you sort of need the information at the end but yeah... That's another reason why I titled this chapter "Intermission." Very fitting. Okay, so enjoy. I hope.

Chapter Six: Intermission

Chad's Point of View

About thirty minutes into the movie, Sonny and I both started coughing from the smoke Sonny had predicted would come from dinner: round one. We opened all the windows while Connie scraped our charred ex-dinner into the garbage. I wondered how often dinner was unavoidably burned on average a week.

An hour and a half into the movie and dinner: attempt three was almost done.

"My mom doesn't usually burn food this often. She just gets anxious when company comes over and tends to… well burn it," Sonny explained as the screen turned red and the word "intermission" flashed onscreen in large, white letters.

"Intermission?" I asked.

"It's an old movie from the early sixties. People get a little restless during a three-hour movie. It's like when you go see a play or ballet and they have an intermission. Lucky for us though, this is a DVD, so we can totally skip over it." Sonny picked up the remote that hadn't left her side the entire time. And she calls me a control freak.

"Dinner's ready!" Mrs. Munroe called triumphantly from the kitchen.

Dinner was actually pretty good. Sonny's mom could be a good cook once you got past the… smoke… and occasional flame.

There wasn't any dinner drama. I mean, Sonny fell out of her chair once trying to get her napkin off the floor, but nothing huge. We didn't really talk about all that much either. Well I mean we did since it was like having two Sonnies there, but nothing that important or embarrassing. We talked about places we've traveled to, the fact that Sonny's never been out of the country before, movies, when and if we were going public with our relationship or not. To that Sonny replied saying "Mom, I told you a while ago that we haven't and aren't going to tell anyone unless we have to."

"What about-"

"No, we haven't told our friends yet. We'll tell them… you know, eventually…"

Later…

Sonny laughed again at the last scene while the end credits rolled before rolling over on the couch and groaning. "Okay, so did you like the movie?"

"Yeah, it was hilarious," I said from my seated position on the floor next to the couch. Sonny was laying down on the couch taking up all the spare room. I didn't care though.

"Ooh, jackpot. Chad Dylan Cooper has a sense of humor," she said, acting like she was shocked.

"Yes, it's true. You've found my weakness," I said, playing along.

Sonny jumped up from the couch and pulled me up by my hands to a standing position as well. "So when do you have to go home? Huh, huh, huh, huh?" she asked really fast, jumping up and down.

"Well my parents don't really care when I get home so-"

"Yay! Perfect! So you can stay for a while longer!"

I put my hands on her shoulders to stop her from jumping anymore and laughed. "Jeez, you're hyper. How many pieces of that cake did you have?"

She groaned at the reminder. "Two pieces. Ugh… never let me have two and a half pieces of cake that has three different kinds of chocolate in it. Ever!"

"Two and a half? But you just said you only had two."

Sonny looked at me innocently. "Well, you know when you left for like ten seconds to go get more napkins?"

I nodded. I had a feeling I knew where this was going.

"Well I sort of stole like half of your piece," she admitted. She wasn't fooling me though. Truly guilty people don't look happy that they did it.

"I thought it looked like your mom shorted me on the cake," I said thoughtfully. "So, you know that party that's going on tomorrow night?"

Sonny wrinkled her eyebrows in thought. "Who's throwing it again?"

"Britney Brown. She was in that one movie… uh… I can't remember which one though. It was that one with the guy named-"

"Oh, that one? Yeah, I know her. You got an invite?"

"All of Mackenzie Falls did, yep."

"Hmm… I wonder if-"

A loud moo interrupted her train of thoughts. She pulled out her mooing phone, checked the caller ID and held it up to her ear. "Hey, Tawni, you're just the person who I wanted to talk to… Yeah, that party… Are the other three going? …Oh, good. So are we all going together? …Sweet. So why'd you call? …You actually wanted my advice on clothes? Well, okay. What are you thinking of wearing? …Tawni you have at least twenty pink dresses, so help me out here… Sparkles and knee-length? Was it that dusty rose one or...?"

Ugh. Clothes talk. I plopped down on the couch and waited for her to wrap up the boring girl talk.

"Oh, that one… Well, sorry but I can't really read you mind… Right, not funny. Okay, yeah that one looks good on you and it's not too fancy or anything. So… Oh… Okay, bye." Sonny hung up. "Hmm. She sure does get right to the point. So I guess we'll see each other at the party then."

"Even though we can't really be seen with each other," I reminded her.

"Ugh. I hate keeping secrets. Maybe… we should tell people…" she said hesitantly.

"I thought you were worried about what your friends would think."

"Well, I still am, but… I'm getting sick of it." She sat down on the couch next to me and sighed.

"So we can tell people now?" I checked.

"Yeah. I'll tell them… Monday."

I didn't argue with her obviously putting it off still. I was too busy thinking about how I was going to word it to my cast mates when I told them before the party.

Short, I know. My chapters usually push 3,000 words on average lately. Well don't despair because, I wrote chapter seven weeks ago, so if you check the little chapter bar, you can read that very long chapter right now. Yay! I've been waiting for forever to post chapter seven because it's very... Well I'll let you go read for yourself. Bye!