I'm not being mean or calling this person out but I got a review saying that the "Channy is the best couple of our generation" thing is annoying. I just wanted to explain why I do that. I put it in between scenes so you know when I'm switching over to the next one and so I can keep track of where I am in the story. But if it's getting annoying I can just do one line of zero's or something, I'm not sure if that makes any difference but still. Once again I'm not trying to be mean, and I'm sure that person wasn't trying to be mean either.

Thanks for all the reviews. – Katherine

Chapter 8

Today had been awesome. Sonny and I were walking hand in hand down one of the most famous streets in California; Hollywood boulevard. She and I had been dating for about a week and we were incredibly happy.

For the first time in two years I was dressed like an average guy, and Sonny was wearing one of her not so classic outfits, instead of dark colors and edgy ripped up denim. It was something Taylor Swift would wear. This was officially a Taylor Swift worthy outfit, witch is really weird because she made fun of Taylor Swift a lot yesterday… and the day before that.

"So Sonny, what's up with that outfit?" Oh shit. I watched as her face turned into a mask of shock and disbelief.

"Crap, I didn't mean it like that. It came out wrong. I-I meant; you usually wear darker, more… intense looks, and I was just wondering what inspired the new look. I mean I like it. You look a little like Taylor Swift, and who doesn't like Taylor Swift. Well I guess… Kanye West kind of doesn't. Sonny?". She sat there in complete silence with about for the thirty longest minuets of my life before she burst out laughing.

"Chad, it's fine I know what you meant."

"So… you're not going to tell me about it.?"

Sonny did that cute thing where she blushes and looks down and away when she's embarrassed. Over the last week I've learned to identify all of her looks and what they mean.

When she's happy her whole face just kind of lights up and she does that stupidly cute grin that has a tendency to make people happy no matter how crappy their lives are at the time, and when she's sad she gives you the sweetest most innocent look in the world that makes you feel guilty if it's your fault and if it's not your fault it makes you want to kill whoever's fault it is. There are lots of other looks but I seriously want to hear the answer to this question.

"I usually dress the way I feel and ever since I met you I guess… I feel a little bit like Taylor Swift." I stopped walking and turned towards her.

"Today was a fairytale?" I asked looking down to her, our faces only two inches apart.

"Today was a fairytale." She repeated, smiling up at me with those big brown eyes. I didn't even notice she was leaning in until her soft, warm lips were in mine.

My arms quickly snaked around her waist as her hands slid up my cheeks, (witch actually hurt a little bit because my cheeks were sore from smiling so much.

After about two minuets of making out (yeah, I can totally hold my breath for two minuets now, but then again Sonny can hold her breath for five minuets) we pulled away to see a bright flash coming from inside of a building next to us .

"Oh, no" Sonny said as she saw a man with a big black camera peeking through the window.

"Well, we knew this would happen eventually. You can't date someone else in Hollywood and expect it to stay a secret for very long." I said shrugging.

"Oh no, crap. This can't be happening!"

"What's wrong?"

Everything she said after wards sounded extremely hesitant, like she was being careful not to say the wrong thing. "N-nothing's wrong. It's just that I'm not sure… if I'm ready to have the whole world know about… us."

"So what does that mean? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me or something?"

"NO! No Chad that's not what I'm saying, I-" she tried desperately but I wouldn't let her.

"Because you're making it sound like being seen with me is worse than that one of those movies about the kids who play baseball in that crappy little park and it turns out they are really good and end up getting the trophy in the end, and-" I kept rambling for longer than I'm proud of. "But anyways; what the hell Sonny!"

It took me a while before I noticed that the number of photographers and reporters listening in on our conversation looked like it had gone into the thirties. I looked at all of them and I even saw one man with a video camera. Great our first (and possibly last) fight as a couple is going to be televised on 'Clevver TV' with in the next 48 hours. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I almost forgot that I was fighting with Sonny… very loudly…. In the middle of Hollywood boulevard

"Chad it's not like that." Sonny explained hurriedly. "I've been in a public relationship before and they always end badly. The pressure can tare you apart within a couple of days… look, I really like you, and I don't want this to end with you like it did with those other guys." For the first time since I met her, Sonny looked vulnerable. I sighed.

"Sonny." I reached forward and brushed a lock of hair out of her face. Letting it linger their "I really like you too, probably a lot more than you like me. I mean I really like you, and I'm not going to let those reporters ruin this." Sonny smiled weakly.

She took a step forward and pulled me into a hug. Her hair smelled like lavender and coconuts.

"I really hope your right, Chad." She whispered lightly in my ear.

I went home that night exhausted. It's amazing how much energy can fit inside of one girl. In order to keep up with Sonny I had to drink three cups of coffee in the morning, two energy drinks at lunch and in between I had a six pack of soda. Needless to say; my caffeine buzz had worn out by then and the crash was huge.

I when I got home I dropped my keys on the floor but I was to tired to pick them up so I just did a belly flop and landed face first on the couch, and went to sleep. I only stayed asleep for about forty seconds before I heard the phone ringing.

At the time I thought I was saying "What's up?" but look back on it, it probably sounded more like "Whamhmop?"

"CHAD DYLAN COOPER!"

"Hello c."

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked sitting up, rubbing my eyes and giving up on sleep.

"I just saw Dana Ward doing a report on friggin' Channy! Care to explain DUMBASS?" I can't believe I didn't notice it before but she kind of sounds like Snookie from Jersey Shore.

"Miranda I really don't see the problem with this."

"The problem Chad, is that your entire fan base is made up single girls who are in love with you. Do you know the reason they all love you so much chad?"

"No, but I think your going to tell me."

"Because your single! A cute, sweet, romantic guy, who is completely available, Chicks totally eat that shit up! Now that you have a girlfriend, you are officially of the market. Sure, there are some women who will stand by you like a true fan and simply add Sonny's name to there hit list," She rambled on "but there are also girls who will exept the fact you are no longer single and FIND A NEW CELEBRITY THAT IS AND FAWN OVER HIM!"

"So basically, your saying that; because I'm dating Sonny, my fans will stop liking me, and go for for someone single like 'Douchebag Bieber'?

"Yes, exactly!" Screamed a desperate Miranda.

"Okay is that all you have to say to me?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Yes. So it settled; you are going to break up with Sonny."

"No way in hell!" I said very quickly before hanging up and going to sleep. Letting the sweet dreams of Sonny engulf me completely.

Sorry! I know I haven't updated in a really long time, and even now this one was really short. I would say that it's because I was out of town or I was busy with school, but I wasn't. I was just lazy. My bad. -Katherine