CDC, whaattaa doooo ok so first things first, WHO HAS SEEN FALLING FOR THE FALLS PART 2? So awesome. Chad is such a babe when he wants to be anyway, thanks for the lovely reviews, I'm glad people seem to like my style of writing you guys are AWESOME! Anyways, here is Chapter Three, if any of you want a specific thing to happen or whatever (vague is good too :P ) just review or message me or something. Enjoy!

SPOV

The hour or so I had spent with Chad had been… bearable. There was a lot less moaning then I expected – the only sarcastic remarks he made were when he was testing the outlet jumpers for "texture" as he called it. He continued to carry my stuff, and he bought me my coffee and insisted on paying for a sweater I wanted when I couldn't find any change. A time for the next flight out hadn't been announced yet, but I was starting to look forward to the flight… maybe I could even be scared of flying… hold his hand when we took off… which I wouldn't. Since I hate him. Pft. God. I was so tired I was delusional.

"Sonny? Hellooo? Anyone there?" I woke from my internal debate to find Chad's hand waving in front of my dormant face. I automatically straightened up and beamed at him, like I always did when I zoned out. That's probably why they call me Sonny. Ergh, darn me and my kind soul.

"Sorry about that. Still pretty exhausted. What's up?"

"Well, before you went off to fairy land I was in the midst of telling you that I just got a text from my travel agent. There aren't any planes going to San Francisco for the next 3 days. Due to bad weather or something." Oh. Crap. We were totally dead meat. How in God's name were we going to get there? The opening was in around 2 days… we would never get there.

"Shit. What the hell are we gunna do?" I exclaimed, worry wiping the excessive grin off my face. He shrugged lazily, not seeming to care about the disastrous situation.

"Let's face it, Sonny, there's no way out of this. We'll just have to face the consequences."

"Deal with the consequences. REALLY? If it wasn't for you and your lazy ass then I wouldn't be in this situation! In fact, I could have skipped this whole stupid day spent with you. It's only been, what, 3 hours and already I'm tired of you following me around like a sick puppy! Just get a life, Chad." That was a low blow, but I didn't realise until after my rant that it had actually hurt his feelings. Wait, Chad had feelings? He must do. Otherwise that heartbreakingly forlorn expression that appeared on his beautiful face would never have been there. I instantly regretted my words and was about to apologise when the look was suddenly swiped away by an expression of anger.

"You know what, Munroe? You are so selfish. I mean, I hang with you today and try as hard as possible not to be annoying. I spend money on you, I carry your stuff, I laugh at your jokes, I don't even MENTION my dislike for you little show, and yet, I get this? Really, Sonny, REALLY?" I didn't have much to say to that. I desperately prayed for a hole in the ground to swallow me up, and I cowered into my own kin as he continued. "I mean, who cares anyway? It's just an opening. I mean, what do you expect me to do? DRIVE you there?" He smirked, but his face was then thoughtful. "Hm… That's sort of an option…"

His accidental idea was kinda genius. I'd done the drive when I was a little girl. My aunt lives near where I live now, just outside of Hollywood, and my Grandparents live in San Francisco. I had travelled from one to the other. It took, what, 8 or 9 hours? Depending on traffic of course, but still. It was perfect.

Then realisation hit. If I did this journey, it would have to be done with Chad. My car would probably die about halfway through. Plus it would make sense to go together. But would I be willing to spend most of a day in a car with Chad? With his complaining and whining? Not out of choice obviously, but this was a necessity. I had a thing about letting people down – seeing people mad or sad because of me makes me feel suicidal.

"So, Sunshine. You up for it?" Wait, what did he just call me?

"Sunshine? Really Chad? Really?" He looked a little shocked as he rushed to defend himself, and for a moment the sounds coming from his lips were not quite audible. Finally he managed to stutter a few words that sounded like "never… said… that…"

"Whatever. I kinda like it." I said, giving him a little smile. He was still embarrassed – I could tell from his flaming red cheeks – but he grinned back, and again grabbed my luggage. I frowned, confused.

"Where are we going?"

"To my car, of course. Looks like we're gunna have to hit the road. Our own mini road trip." He winked at me, and turned, while I stumbled after him, unwillingly weak from his flirtatious action.

If Chad was going to be this alluring or whatever all the way through this trip, maybe I could cope. Maybe next time I'd get more than a wink…