As you can see, I've been majorly lacking with my updates lately. BUT I have an excuse! I'm currently working on a really awesome Channy oneshot that you shall see soon. Even without that distraction, though, most of my updates will probably take around a two week period. Sorry!

Other than that...you guys have to help me. My kitchen is being re-done, so I can't go downstairs into the living room because the kitchen is blocking it, which is where the tv is that holds our extra channels, like DISNEY CHANNEL.

For the past one or two sundays I've missed Sonny with a Chance. So...were there any good Channy episodes? If so, what were they so I can look them up on youtube?

Gracias (:

The rest of the day's events went by without extreme incident. It could be referred to as serene, peaceful even. I should know better than to classify it as that, but I did anyway.

At first, I didn't know what to believe about last night. Sonny could have easily twisted the story to manipulate me as she always does, and for a while, I was pretty sure that's what was going on. Of course the moment I keep my guard firmly up, she's telling the truth, sending it crashing down.

For some weird reason, I felt like I owed her for the drama this morning. That's the only reason why I held her hair while she puked for the fifth time today, and why I sent her to rest afterwards, excusing her from work. Instead, I hired a cleaning service to take care of it. I honestly don't know why or how I expected her to do it all by herself. The mess was too overwhelming for one person to handle.

Although, that might not be the only reason why I spent the past twenty minutes pacing the hallway, working up the courage to go in her room and see if she's okay. I really just want to…talk to her.

Ever since she got here, we haven't had a chance to have a good, honest chat. It's all been hostility and fights and orders and complaints. Maybe I'm setting myself up for disappointment, I don't care. I just feel a burning need to know what the difference is between Allison and Sonny.

Like always, a glimpse at myself in the mirror gave me the confidence needed to enter the room. I'd knock first, of course. I wouldn't wanna re-create the awkwardness what happened this time yesterday.

I tapped my knuckles to the door a few times; softly, just in case she was sleeping. When she didn't answer, I cracked the door open slightly and peeked inside. I was right, she was sleep.

Regardless, I walked inside, made sure she was covered up well, and pulled up a dark, wooden chair beside the bed.

I studied her carefully. There was no doubt that she was asleep. She was lying on her side, facing me. Her dark eyelashes accented her pale, unmoving face. Her dark, wavy hair was sprawled across the jet black pillows. I knew from earlier that it was just as soft feeling as it was previously. Her body steadily moved up and down with her breath. She looked so calm…so undisturbed. This may sound cheesy, but she looked absolutely angelic. And after today…I had to wonder…was she as innocent as she looks ?

No. I'm over thinking things now. Both James and Sonny were drunk last night. I need to stop letting my wishful thinking get the best of me. A surge of rage ran through my body as my mind landed on the thought of everything that happened last night. James was drunk and a pig, I get that. But she said he hit her, and I definitely don't doubt that, since there was a circular shaped pink bruise on her cheek. It's going to take me a long time to forgive James for that one.

I couldn't help but fall into my reminiscing about the past. When I thought about the party that destroyed our relationship, I get angry. But when I think about everything before that…I feel happy. Then, I get pissed all over again when I remember that during that "happy" time of ours, she was cheating on me with Hayden, and who knows who else.

But that was in the past, right? I know better now. And right now, I don't feel like I'm in much of a vengeful mood. All of the drama, the confusion, the anger I've endured the past week…it's just too much. There's no harm in that.

I mean, yeah, I've dealt with drama…even though most of the drama I've "dealt" with was fictional, and I was playing another person. Truth be told, I've had a pretty amazing life.

Suddenly, I had an epiphany. Maybe that's why Sonny cheating on me bothered me so much. It was the only flaw in my life. The only flaw in me. That's why I was never able to forget it. That's why it consumed me so much that I felt the need to find her and bring her back.

But right now, I don't feel like that. Chad Dylan Cooper just wants to chill for a while. What's the harm in that?

Somewhere during the midst of me studying her features, she woke up. Her body stirred unsettlingly. She was tossing and turning as if she was having a bad dream. I heard a disturbed groan escape from her throat before her hazel eyes parted slowly, then popped open into a huge circular shape. I took notice of how creepy I might look to her; sitting on a chair that I pulled close to her bed, my hands folded neatly across my lap as I stared straight ahead at her.

"Hey," I said, for some reason nervous. "I see you're awake," I observed. Way to be all Captain Point Out The Obvious, Chad.

She nodded limply in reply while the side of her head was still deeply buried into the pillow. Immediately afterwards, her hands sprung to her head, cradling her head and whimpering in pain.

"It's six in the evening now, you know. Hangovers don't usually last this long." I pointed out, trying not to sound too concerned. It's not that I was…I just didn't want her to think she had a hold over me. She easily picked up that I was jealous earlier. But really, what guy wouldn't be jealous or angry about his best friend hooking up with his ex? It's perfectly natural.

"You would know, huh?" she croaked, followed by an annoyed groan. "Ugh. My throat…"

"Yeah, you sound horrible." I agreed.

"Thanks, Chad. Thanks." she said.

My ears perked up. "Do I sense sarcasm?"

She rolled her eyes and pushed herself up into an upright position, causing the sun from the window to beat down on her in a heavenly way, turning her pale skin a pretty yellow color. I had to divert my eyes to the wall behind her so I wouldn't get caught up in how undoubtedly alluring she looks. Pull yourself together, Cooper. This is how she almost got you last time.

"I'd hope so." she said with force, followed by a frustrated sigh. "I feel awful." she confessed.

"What hurts?" I asked.

Again, she sighed dramatically. "Everything."

For some reason, as soon as she uttered those words, I felt that I hold full responsibility for her health, and that it is my duty to take care of her.

What can I say? I'm a knight in sterling armor.

"Oh no," she huffed after briefly studying my face. "You're not gonna go all Dr. Cooper on me, are you?"

I didn't answer her. I tried to keep my expression blank as I started to leave the room. I felt her eyes burning into my back as I walked.

Less than thirty seconds later, I returned, object in hand.

"A thermometer?" she croaked as I approached her. "Really, Chad? Really?"

"Yes, really."

"You really don't have to," she said as she slowly edged away from me as if she was terrified of the stick in my hand. I rolled my eyes.

"Just shut up and stick this in your mouth," I said, handing it to her. She glared at my hand hesitantly before accepting.

"Fine." she grumbled.

"Fine!" I snapped.

"Good!!" she screeched, voice cracking.

"Good!" I retorted.

"Whatever." she sighed in defeat, about to pop it in her mouth.

"Thank you," I sighed, fainting back into the wooden chair as if the exchange extracted my last bit of strength. Yet again, she rolled her eyes.

"I really don't see why this is a big deal, Chad." she said, holding the cold thermometer in her hand but not putting it in her mouth. She continued. "I know you, and you're gonna go way too far with this. And I refuse to let you take my temperature, because then you'll be going way overboard trying to take care of me. Remember back when I started to develop my allergies?"

I couldn't help but grin as the memories overtook my mind.

She was spending the day at my house about two years ago when all of a sudden, she had a painful-looking sneezing fit. I, being the caring boyfriend that I am, took very good care of her, against her will.

Okay…so maybe I acted like she had three hours to live and I was a skilled surgeon…

But still.

Hey, it's the thought that counts.

"And another thing, I've lived practically on my own for a very long time now, and I've gotten sick before, and I know what I feel like when I have a high temperature. In fact, I bet I don't have a temperature at all! I'll bet you a million bucks that it comes out 98.6, exactly. And you're just-" And with a soft popping sound, the thermometer slid in, stopping her rant (thank God). I held it in there for a few extra seconds just in case her hands flew to snatch it out as soon as I inserted it. I raised my eyebrows at her in a challenging way. My expression dared, Do you really wanna do that?

She sighed in defeat and relaxed her rising hands until they were back at her sides.

"Good girl," I cooed, earning a sharp glare from her. "Want some food?" I asked innocently, ignoring her daggers. She must have been pretty starving, because as soon as my words registered, her look softened, her eyes widened, and she rapidly nodded her head up and down.

"Whoa, simmer down, Sonny. Wouldn't want the thermometer to fall out."

Her head stopped shaking and she stared at me. She didn't need to speak; I knew her well enough to know what she was thinking. It was most likely something along the lines of…Simmer down? Really, Chad? Really?

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up." I said with a knowing smirk before leaving the room.

Three minutes later, I returned with bacon pizza for me, and chicken noodle soup for her. I set the bowl and paper plate down on the small table beside the bed. I walked up to Sonny, about to take the thermometer out. Before I got a chance to, she already snatched it out of her mouth and began to read the result herself.

"See? I'm only…104 degrees." she read in a prideful manner, the number not registering yet. The told-you-so look slid right off her face seconds later. "Oh."

104 degrees?!

I tried to hide how alarmed I was. Nervously, I scratched the back of my head. "I do believe you owe me a million bucks." I smirked.

"How can I be 104? I don't feel that sick!" she exclaimed, banging her hands down on the soft mattress in disbelief and frustration.

"Hangovers don't give fevers," I stated simply, shaking my head.

"No, really?" she snapped sarcastically.

"Did you feel sick earlier? Like, before you started drinking?" I asked.

"Yeah, actually." she replied thoughtfully. "I had a headache and I was going to go to bed…" she trailed off, biting her lip.

"Why didn't you?" I prompted, sitting on the bed, beside her. I shook my head to brush my blonde bangs out of my eyes.

She brushed her dark locks out of her face and seemed to formulate the right way to put her words. "I was…Tawni…"

"Tawni? What does Tawni have to do with anything?" I interrupted.

"She…well…" she sighed, then looked at me straight in the eyes with the most serious expression. It took be by surprise and I felt myself jump a little.

"You know Hayden and I didn't actually do anything, right?"

I felt the right side of my lips turn up into a slight smile. "Yeah. I know."

"Good." she barely whispered.

"Good." I agreed.

"So…are we…good?" she asked, and I knew she meant it literally. She seriously wanted to know if we were okay. And, to be honest, so did I.

I leaned to the left slightly to put our food out in front of us, pushed her soup torwards her, looked her straight in the eyes, and replied with a mischievous yet honest smirk, "I guess. For now."