Lemme heree you say HEE-EYY… yes, as you have now probably learnt, I use CDC quotes to greet and depart… deal with it :P lol, but I hope you enjoyed chapter 1… I know I only really submitted it yesterday or whatever, but I'm gunna keep going for those who were super awesome and for the first two people to ever review my story (Gracie407, gleegirl97) or any story of mine… thank you! Enjoy…

SPOV

I ferociously snatched the keys from the ignition and practically leaped out the car. I grabbed the few belongings I had managed to stuff into my pink suitcase and sprinted as fast as I could with all the extra weight into LAX. I turned my head this way and that, but at first couldn't spot anybody I recognised. A few people seemed to know me – that was flattering. People still remembering their favourite celebrities at 5 in the morning – something I would never comprehend.

At last I spotted the balding, shiny head of a fretful-looking Marshall, who immediately began to walk in my direction when he caught my eye.

"Sonny, where were you? The plane is leaving in about 2 minutes!"

Wait, what? I then realised something with pitiful embarrassment… I had probably spent WAY too long thinking about that dream. I had been late over Chad Dylan Cooper… something I would probably NEVER forgive myself for…

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I was just so caught up in everything that I barely checked the time! Man, I'm such an idiot!"

"Don't say that, Sonny, I know it's just a one off. I'm not mad, but…"

"But what?" I said, forcing a smile, sensing the edge in Marshall's tone.

"You can't get on this flight. Sorry, Sonny…"

"Wait, what? But it still hasn't gone yet! I mean, you checked in for me right! I can just dump my luggage at the checkout and run through security and then…"

"Yes, but Sonny there are a few issues. You're not the only one that's late, and the person that still hasn't arrived probably won't want to take the next flight alone… do you mind waiting? This is a great terminal, you could just relax here for a few hours before you board…?"

I sighed. I was guessing it would be Tawni. I mean, who else? She was probably still re-re-doing her nails again. And then again. I knew she wasn't too keen on flying… and since I didn't want to be in her bad books for the rest of the trip, I decided to give in to Marshall's request without a fight.

"Sure, Marshall, whatever. There's some stuff I forgot to pack anyway, I'll see if they have anything I can buy here."

"Oh thank you Sonny! Always saving the day. Well, if you need anything, just text or email me or whatever. If Chad doesn't turn up in the next few minutes-"

"Wait, WHAT?" Chad? I would have to wait in a terminal with Chad. You have got to be KIDDING ME.

"You got it. See ya later," mumbled a nervous Marshall, who briskly strolled away from me as if he could foresee the outburst that would have followed.

I gasped in an angry breath. Chad would take forever. He was probably caressing his own face and making out with himself in his mirror. Despite my hate towards Chad, I decided to not stomp after Marshall – he looked pretty stressed, and I doubted he needed one of my rare but overwhelming diva fits right now – and instead I took a seat near the entrance, too pissed off to look around the shops.

After about an hour, at about the point where I was tiring of my angry self-mumblings, I saw the familiar blue sports car speedily plant itself in a space that was just that bit too tight, and an even more familiar blonde figure jumping out and slamming the door. He had obviously realised he was late.

"Oh look, someone's figured out how to tell the time," I muttered sarcastically to myself.

He strolled in, looking surprisingly windswept and unkempt compared to his normal spotless appearance. He glanced hurriedly around just as I had, and I giggled at his bewildered expression. He turned and smiled – not smirked, properly beamed – at me, and made his way over. I decided I liked his messy look. It was almost…. Well, sexy. I guess. To be honest, I was too tired to correct myself of this awful mistake of even noticing what he looked like through the screen of red hate I saw him through.

"Munroe. Guess I must have been wrong about the timing… you're always early right?"

I rolled my eyes. So the smile was not for me, but for his place in the studio's good books. I grimaced back.

"Nope. And guess what? The one time I'm late, and I end up waiting for you at the airport. Nice guessing though, good to know I'm known as a goody two shoes on your snobby set."

"Woah. Obviously not a morning person, I see… Hang on, you waited for me? Well, how adorable." He grinned patronisingly at me. Pft. He thought I'd had a choice in it.

"In your dreams, Cooper. It turns out that the studio was working on a first come, first served basis."

"Ha. What were the others served, champagne?" He rolled his sparkly eyes.

"Nah, they got freedom from your whining, your moaning… basically, they didn't have to hang out with you until the next flight."

He glared at me I glared right back. About half way through our eye-to-eye session, something really strange happened. And I mean VERY strange. We both simultaneously relaxed our eyes, and just stared deeply into each other's. It was so bizarre, but I seemed to be completely numb – I was utterly incoherent for about 10 seconds. However, I eventually regained consciousness and sanity, and lowered my glassy eyes. He seemed to wake up from a living dream a few seconds after – he looked upwards and licked his lip nervously, while his hand fluttered around behind him to try and find something to lean against. He settled for his suitcase handle, and turned to grin wryly at me. I smiled back, despite the faint blush I could still feel climbing up my cheeks.

"Wanna grab a Starbucks? I don't even think I'm really awake yet," he said softly – without the arrogant vibe that normally came from his usually smirking lips, unlike the crooked smile that twisted his lips right now.

"Sure. I am totally with you on that one."

"That's a first." I grinned, playfully nudged his shoulder and (whilst ignoring the pleasant jolt of happiness that fled through me at our body contact) got up from my seat, stretching out my weary muscles. He even took my suitcase, despite his fatigued state, and with a courteous smile at that. Huh. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all… how that ridiculous idea came to me I will never know.

(A/N) So, how was that? I know there was only a brief moment of powerful Channy fluff within that, but don't worry, there will be a lot more… and more… and maybe just a tad more This is my second entry EVER on , and yet I have already realised that I will die without love (aka, as I previously mentioned, reviews…) so, c'mon. Gimme a break. Press that beautiful button below. You know you want to… PEACE OUT SUUCCKKKKAAA'S X