(A/N- I know some of these places and whatnot are probably not accurate place wise, but I've never been to New York long enough to know exactly where everything is so bear with me (: )

Chapter Eight

"So, where are we going first?" Chad asked as I searched the school parking lot for my car.

"We are not going anywhere. I am going home to explain to my boyfriend why I was hugging Chad Dylan Cooper, while you go back home," I snapped while I sucked in my gut to squeeze into between to closely parked cars, so I could finally get in mine.

"You promised to show me around New York," he called out to me as he tried to wave to fans gaping at him while weaving in between cars to reach me.

"No. You promised I would show you around," I said, rolling down my window to finish this conversation once and for all.

"And Chad Dylan Cooper keeps his promises!"

I rolled my eyes. What a drama queen.

"Goodbye Chad," I called, waving and grinning happily at the thought of leaving "the greatest actor of our generation" behind at a school. I could already see the fans swarming him….

"Wait, Sonny! Nononononono!" he called as he disappeared into the group of screaming girls.

A few minutes later, I remembered that I did say I would show him around. But only if he behaved himself...but then again I was the one that hugged him. Oh well, no harm, no foul.

I had talked things over with Casey and we were okay now, after he found out that hugging Chad was only a horrible attempt to make him blush. He actually laughed about it and I figured he believed it was an error in his judgment for him not to trust me. So, Casey was upstairs ordering pizza and I was attempting to sketch a picture when the doorbell rang. I got up to answer it.

Yeah, what did I say earlier about no harm, no foul? Haha, I might have been a tad off. Why you ask? Well, it might have something to do with the fact that Chad is now standing on the doorstep of the art studio with a black eye and scratches all up and down his arms.

"Chad!" I gasp. "What happened to you?"

"Well, Sonny," he said, pushing his way past me and into the art studio, "I got attacked by a mob of crazy screaming girls while you just drove away." He was now looking around the studio, his expression critical. "I barely managed to call my limo and bodyguards before I passed out from loss of blood."

I rolled my eyes again as he walked over to my easel. "No, no, you don't need to see that," I said, rushing over to flip over my drawing. But he got there first.

"What is this?"

"It's my painting," I said, offended.

"Of what?"

"I don't know yet, I just started!"

"Well it looks terrible!"

"Chad, what are you doing here?" I asked, grabbing my paper away from him, rolling it up, and storing it on a shelf.

"I'm here so you can take me sightseeing," he said.

"I am not taking you sightsee-"

"Sonny, you left me to fend for myself at the theater, the least you could do is show me around," Chad interrupted. I wanted to grab him by his bruised neck and shake him. But he had a point.

"Fine," I huffed. "Two hours is all you get, and then you can go back to your top floor suite at the Plaza hotel and pack up your designer suitcases and go home!" He probably flew here on his own personal plane and even had his own airport named after him.

"How did you know I had the top suite at the Plaza?" he asked suspiciously.

"Ugh, never mind, moron," I said, climbing up the stairs to the apartment. "Wait here. I need to get my bag and tell my boyfriendwhere I will be. And don't touch anything!" I yelled down the stairs at the actor that was probably tiptoeing to the shelf to sneak a peek at my painting right as I spoke.

"Who are you yelling at?" Casey asked as I walked in. He was sitting on the couch watching football.

"Chad," I replied nonchalantly as I sauntered slash mall-walked towards my room.

"I'm sorry, but I thought you just said Chad," Casey replied, muting the TV just as I had slipped into my room.

"I did."

"Why is Chad here? I thought you said there was nothing going on between you two," he said.

"I did. But I promised Chad I'd show him around and like it or not, he's dare I say it, a friend and I keep my promises to people, friend or not," I said as I walked by him on my way out. I leaned down over the back of the couch and kissed him on his cheek.

"No more than two hours," I promised, jumping onto the slide, not giving him a chance to respond.

"So this is the best place to get pizza," I said to Chad as I held open the door to the pizza parlor a few blocks away from Central Park.

"Sorry, I thought you just said pizza," said Chad.

"Yeah, so?"

"Chad Dylan Cooper does not eat pizza. He eats steak and lobster."

"He does now," I said, smirking as I walked up to the counter and ordered a cheese pizza to go.

We walked to back to Central Park with our pizza and sat down on a park bench to eat it.

Unfortunately, the sun was setting and even though it was summer, it was really chilly. I shivered in my jeans and t-shirt, which I had changed into right when I got home.

"You cold?" Chad asked, his mouth full of pizza. Gross.

I sighed. "A little," I admitted. "But no big, I should have remembered my jacket."

"Yes, you should have," Chad commented, going in for another slice of pizza.

So, I was totally surprised when I felt an arm around my shoulder. Oh my god. Chad Dylan Cooper had put his arm around me.

Sonny! Get a reality check. You hate Chad, remember? He's an obnoxious and egotistical pig. I thought to myself. But then my little angel side of my reasoning spoke up. But do you really? Or was it just 'cause everyone else hated him?

I thought it over in record time, and it was against my better judgment, but I leaned in towards Chad, resting my head on his shoulder.

I could tell I surprised him, but he was gentlemanly enough to not say anything, just take another bite of pizza.

When my phone rang, it surprised both Chad and me. We had toured almost all of NYC it seemed, from anything to Ground Zero to the Empire State building, and even took a ferry to the Statue of Liberty. Sometime around the time we held hands while touring F.A.O. Schwartz and walking around Times Square we both lost track of time.

So I almost jumped out of my jeans when my butt vibrated. Trying not to disrupt my tower of ice cream, I reached into my back pocket to check the caller I.D. Casey. I ignored the call and noticed the time. Shoot. It was nearing eleven, almost two hours after the time I said I'd be home.

"Cow patties!" I yelled out loud. Chad jumped.

"Pardon?" he asked.

"I have to get home. Like, right now," I said, trying to shove my phone back in my pocket and stand up, all without knocking over my already-leaning tower of ice cream.

"Wait, Sonny, relax. Just at least finish your ice cream first," Chad said calmly, tugging on my arm to get me to sit down.

I relented and took a few more bites of my ice cream to satisfy Chad, but while my head was bent, his was leaning across the table, and before I knew it, our lips were touching.

All my coherent thoughts flew out my ears, because all I thought was, Finally. We kissed for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was only seconds. But I was in so much bliss that I didn't even realize the camera flash going off behind me.

A/N- So, what do you guys think? sorry it was so short, but the end is nearing and im trying to draw it out haha- new chapter soon!