Hey guys! I'm back. After about a month. Super sorry (I seem to always say that, huh? Wow. Sorry about that too.)! I will try to catch up with everything: time's running out! I always say I'll get this done, then start it maybe week later. And then sometimes, I only am able to write a sentence a day. And that really sucks, because I'm trying to make chapters longer and more interesting.

So here's a random fact: What I'm typing now in bold and what I will type in bold at the bottom may be about a week or two apart. Therefore, who knows if this stuff is even accurate?

That was just my special long version of saying sorry and hi. :)

Here's the story!

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Sonny's POV

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue," I heard Chad say over and over again, as if he were making sure he was in his right mind. He looked pretty ridiculous doing so, but I don't blame him, because I would probably do the same.

We've touched the subject so many times, of us being a couple, being together and everything. But only touch it. Somehow, I knew that this would be the time that we finally admit everything for each other, for the better or for the worse. Because it was so obvious that they were something between us. Maybe not love per say. Not exactly hate. But…

We have a complicated relationship, okay? Let's leave it at that.

Of course, we couldn't leave it alone together…

I looked out into the distance where Selena and Finnick were out in the ocean splashing each other and laughing. Aw… they looked cute together. Surely, Selena, the matchmaker, would see her own connection that easily. Finnick's a great guy, not to add amazingly gorgeous: they'd be perfect together. I sighed as I saw that our dates were having a better time than we were.

"You okay Chad?" I asked.

"Of course, I'm not losing my cool or anything."

"You seem unsure."

"Maybe it's opposite day."

I thought about this for a minute, carefully choosing my words, though the words spill out of my mouth before analyzing them for an eleventh time. "I have a confession to make."

Chad looks at me skeptically, a blonde eyebrow raised cautiously. "Go on."

His words made my brain scatter again, and I tried to recollect my thoughts as smoothly as possible, naturally failing. The words seemed to spill out of my mouth, just telling it like it is. "So. We've already kissed, I've flirted, I've argued, I hate you, I like you, and here we are: acting like it's no big deal. Even more terrible, I made my fake-date uncomfortable and now he's out in the ocean with Selena Gomez."

I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for a snarky reply like, 'Oh, so you do like me?' or maybe 'No one can resist Chad Dylan Cooper'. Whatever it is, I know it's going to be bad, and I just put myself in the worse position I could possibly put myself in. There's about a .1% chance that it's going to be good news, and I can't really hope for that. Taking in account the past few days, my luck hasn't been exactly the greatest.

"That was a fake date?" Chad asks. Suddenly I feel relieved. Of all the things he could bring up, he brings up not my attraction for him, but my confession of the fake date. I feel proud too, that I was able to pull of the act… until now, at least.

"Well yeah, I mean, I couldn't date someone right after we kissed," I explained. "I tried to forget about it, but I couldn't so…"

He finished my sentence for me. "So you tried to make me jealous? Is that what happened?"

"…Maybe."

He chuckles. "I have a confession to make now. Me and Selena?" He smiles devilishly and looks at me straight in the eye, emphasizing his last word. "Fake."

I would've never guessed it in a million years: it all looked so believable. Probably even more so than OUR fake date. Huh. Maybe Chad was the greatest actor of our generation after all. Not that I'd ever to admit it to him.

"Fake?" I repeated, just to make sure I was in my right mind.

"Fake. I mean, she's hot, but we're just friends. C'mon, Sonny," he looked at me. "I'm not THAT much of a jerk. Besides, I think Finnick's got her covered," he said as he gestured out into the ocean to see Selena and Finnick laughing, splashing each other with water, the pink-orange sunset behind them. It looked like a classic, cliché love novel. The ones that I just adore.

I half-smiled, "I guess so. They're pretty cute together."

He looked out into the ocean, and a real grin comes on his face. "Agreed."

If we couldn't enjoy our own love stories, might as well marvel at someone else's. I, for one, am in love with the idea of being in love. And perhaps I am in love with Chad… to some extent. It's not like it could actually happen though.

"If it counts," Chad is the first to break the silence. "Selena said we looked pretty cute together."

"I guess it's not a matter if we look cute together, it's a matter of if we both like each other," I pointed out.

"Well… I know that. I guess what I'm trying to say is…"

"That we're pathetic losers for trying to make each other jealous? Losers at love…"

He thought about this for half a second, then moved on. Chad had always been good with words, unless deeply under pressure. "Not exactly. I'm trying to ask you if… you have feelings?"

I bit my lip and thought about this, deeply. "Define feelings."

Surprisingly, he groans in undeniable frustration. I would be frustrated too, if I were in his position. In a way, we have equal parts in this. I guess, it's just too complicated to really just openly talk about. "Sonny, don't do this with me. Here I am, on the beach, trying to tell you that I may be in love with you, and you are ignoring the subject completely." The words were clear and seemed practiced, but the way Chad's eyes were closed tightly right after he said it made me realize that it wasn't rehearsed. The features in his face hardened, in defense, or maybe to cover up shame: I don't know exactly.

It took me a moment to take in account what my reaction was to this. What was it? Should I be surprised? Happy? Mad? Confused?

Then I asked the stupidest question of stupid questions. "You are in love with me?"

I had heard him perfectly fine, yet there he was, staring at me firmly in confirmation. "Isn't it obvious?" I stared at him skeptically, not knowing what exactly to say. Do I proclaim my feelings for him now? Or could this be a joke? I mean, he's a pretty good actor. It seemed genuine, but…

He sighed at my reaction, in defeat. "But you don't feel the same way. I went through all this trouble to go on this stupid fake date, our fake date, the dancing, the free lunches… I even got you a spot on Mackenzie Falls just so I could kiss you. Because maybe my character kissing your character would be satisfying enough. But it wasn't."

I tried to urge myself to say something. How could I be so silent? I should be celebrating or something right now, so why was I holding back? "My cast is going to hate me, you know," I said.

He groaned again, "Even more trouble I've caused. It's worse enough I have a stupid little crush, but to have a crush on someone that I could never be with, it's just so extreme, so ridiculous, so—"

I interrupted him, "I never said that my cast was going to hate me because you like me. Worse: it's the other way around."

I allowed a smile creep on my face, and only now could I feel the burning blush growing on my face. It wasn't fair how Chad could look so perfect all the time with slowing words and all, while I'm on the side looking like a kindergarten who was embarrassed that they peed their pants on the first day of school. In response, Chad grinned my favorite grin.

"So you do have feelings?" he asked.

I bit my lip, but I wasn't hesitant this time. "Yes."

Suddenly, those sparkly blue eyes of his light up like he's just won the lottery, then tone down just slightly. Then suddenly, they are very solemn, and he sighed. "But what good is this? We've admitted our feelings, we've danced, we've kissed, we've gone out on a date, you're guest starring in my show… what next?"

"Well, if we know that we both have feelings for each other, why can't we do something about it? I mean, I guess it's kinda obvious. Selena pointed out that we had our own fanpage," I said. "She told me a while back: us being together isn't a new concept."

"But that doesn't make a difference," he countered back. "You even said it yourself, about our casts."

"Well then they just have to deal with it."

"But that won't work. They'll hate us. Doesn't that bother you?" he looked at me with worrying eyes. "All of your friends, everything you've ever known, hating you?"

"They wouldn't do that," I assured him. "They'll support me no matter what."

"Them at the Funny Hut? They despise me. They won't favor this idea."

"I never said that they'll like it per say, they'll just learn to live with it," I forced. "They won't be able to hate me forever. And even if they do, I'll have you."

He looked at me, concern all over his face, first speechless, looking at me like I was some sort of fool (which I probably am). He started talking after a few moments of thinking over his words, but even when he started to talk, it was very slow and indecisive. "I am known to Hollywood as a bad boy. A player. You can't imagine how much I can hurt you. I can leave you whenever I choose, and it'll be as easy and fast as a fat kid gobbling down cake, Sonny. I will hurt you."

I thought about this, for a minute, totally confused, and a little hurt, as if he were trying to insult me or put me down somehow. "But you just said that you loved me, and now you're telling me that you're going to walk away…"

"No!" he quickly said, now thinking that his words weren't very well thought out at all. "It's just… complicated…" Even when he's stumbling over words, it looks like utter perfection. I continued to watch as he recollected himself from frustration of wording. He exhaled sharply. "I'm trying to tell you that I am a monster. And you're perfect little princess on the side… it doesn't work. You are too good for me."

I stared at him, "You honestly think that?"

"Yes, I do honestly think that, Little Miss Sunshine. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Not at all."

"You are so difficult to talk with, Sonny. I'm a monster, and it's evident."

I sighed. "Don't think like that, Chad. Just don't. You're an amazing guy."

"I'm anything but amazing."

"Stop it."

"It's true."

"Stop it!"

"But—"

He didn't get the chance to finish. I couldn't control myself, and our faces were just so close and got closer during our talk, I just—I couldn't explain it. That little voice in the back of my mind urging me to do it. I leaned forward, and pressed my lips against his. This time, I was the one kissing him. And yes, I very much enjoyed it.

The way my lips moves with his was like magic, I just couldn't believe how good it could be. I hadn't kissed many boys really, and though they were good, this was a completely new level. The way his lips fit perfectly into mine, his reaction to the kiss couldn't have been more perfect. The way his lips were warm and welcoming. How sweet the kiss was.

This is a kiss that begs me for more.

Once we do let go, Chad and I just sit and stare at each other for a few good moments. I look into his blue eyes, now sparkling in a way that I've never seen them before. The sun was down, and darkness surrounded us, the only light being the moonlight and the stars. He grinned my favorite grin. "Are you ready for this?"

I tried to process what he meant. "What do you mean?"

He chuckled. "Are you ready for this?" he gestured to the two of us.

I thought about this, "I honestly can't say I am."

"Me neither. But it feels so right…"

Instinctively, I lifted myself on my toes to meet his lips one last time, and I do get that second kiss I was hoping for, and I realized that this was the first kiss that wasn't forced by one of us. Not me, nor him, suddenly kissing each other at random times. This one is the first one that comes naturally, one that we're both fully aware of, that we expect. Which was just as amazing, if not more amazing, than the first.

"I guess this means… that technically… we're together then?" he formed this as a question for my approval.

"I guess… technically… we are," I said.

He grinned. "Good."

"Good."

"Fine."

"Fine."

A smile forms on my face, and neither of us mentions that complexities we're going to face with our casts and all. But I guess it's all good now.

I thought back to my dream the other night, about the kissing and the moon and the stars… I guess it came true, in a way. Not exactly, but close enough. And that was good enough for me.

There wasn't much more to say afterwards, and luckily I didn't get the chance to say anything. We're interrupted by a beep coming from my pocket. I absentmindedly take my phone out and glance at the flashing message.

From: SelenaTheWizard(: (a joke between me and her, so she put her name in my phone like that)

How u 2 luvbirds goin? Ur welcome. And ty 2. Becuz Finnick is a rlly nice guy and i think thisll work out. Ure goin to need a ride home tho. Just a thumbs up. Chad wont mind.

Love, love, love…(; (her nice phone signature)

I grinned at her response, thanked her a million times, just to see that Finnick's car had magically disappeared. "Hey Chad, you wouldn't mind taking your girlfriend home, right?"

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Okay, not so happy about that chapter, but hey, I'm back into it, slowly but surely. I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, because I've been trying to type this up way fast so I can get it up. I'm just so excited that I'm this much closer to posting!

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Thanks again, and I plan to update ASAP! :)