(A/N) WHO SAID THAT THAT IS MY LINE SOMEONE'S GUNNA BE FIRED TO- oh. Hey readers (: I'm kinda running out of Chad greetings… I might start spreading out a little :P Anyways, WHO READ MY ONE SHOT? If you did, you are a good person. If not… well, you have a while. So check it, it's called Chad With An Urge ;) Anyways, SO EXCITED! So many reviews, you guys ROCK. 38 and it's not even halfway through? And it's my first ever fanfic too! I cannot thank you enough.

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I will STOP whinging and get on. Sorry for the incredibly long wait, and here it is, Chapter 5!

CPOV

I woke with a start. What a weird dream. I pondered on it whilst I crinkled my eyes tight against the light that seemed to be shining on them. I was hearing bird noises to. LOUD bird noises. And heavy breathing that wasn't mine. And whispers of breath tickling my neck…

I jolted out of my dreamy state and stared at the figure of my favourite random, curled tightly in my lap, one palm splayed lazily against my chest, the other clutched in the firm embrace of my hand.

Wow. God must really love me today.

I shook my head and glanced at my surroundings. We were still in my car, that much was obvious, but it seemed to have moved. It must have. Otherwise there couldn't be sun streaming down magically from a pastel blue sky, with a few perfectly formed white clouds floating in it. There had been a storm raging just (I checked my watch) an HOUR ago. First the dream and now this? What have I done to deserve such gratification? Well, I suppose I am Chad Dylan Cooper. Huh. Maybe Mother Nature's a Falls fan. Anything is possible, I suppose.

Sonny stirred in my lap, and I quickly glanced down. I saw her eyes twitch, and then strain as mine did against the bright light. She eventually opened them, and looked around with an adorably confused look on her face. She seemed to suddenly realise she wasn't alone. She turned very slowly to face me, her eyebrows knitted tightly together. She was so cute I wanted to laugh. A small smile then began to tug at the edge of her lips, and she shuffled round nervously so her face wasn't so close to mine. I didn't mind too much. It was driving me crazy anyway.

"Sorry about-"

"No worries, Sonny. I just hate seeing you cry." I gently brushed a piece of hair from over her eyes behind her ear. Her face went pink instantly, and she looked down. However much she hated me, CDC always got them star struck. This case was slightly different, however. I was star struck too. Damn her for always being the exception.

"I just freak out. My house in Wisconsin was struck by lightning when I was tiny. My Dad died."

This I was shocked by. She seemed bemused by my horrified expression.

"Sonny, I'm so s-"

"Chad, it's no big deal. I was an infant; I have no memory of him. Calm down, silly," she giggled, and brought her little fingers up to my face to close my lips, snapping them shut from the wide circle they had previously been.

Okay, best moment of my life. Not that anyone will ever know. I feel my palms go clammy and I bring a smirk onto my face to reassure my confidence. I need moral. It keeps me sane around Sonny.

"Um, Chad, can I ask a favour?"

"Sure, what's up?" I ask, desperate to help her needs. Wait, what? Am I pissed or something?

"Uh, could you just go outside for a few minutes? I'm gunna change clothes. I feel a bit crappy." She expected me to wait outside the car while she CHANGED. LESS THAN A METRE AWAY FROM ME. Did she ever take my hormones into consideration?

"Uh, um, y-yeh, I g-guess. Sure. I'll, um, just be, right here, ha." I groaned inwardly. Subtle much.

She chuckled, and opened the door for me, feeling my tension. I sighed and carefully moved her off my lap. It was like a part of me had been torn away. Her warm body close to me resembled a comfort blanket whatnot. I felt lost without it.

But Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't rely on anyone. CDC has never needed and will never need anyone. I'm gunna have to accept this Sonny is the exception theory, no matter how much it disturbs me.

I closed the door behind me awkwardly and observed our surroundings. However much I hate nature, I had to admit that it was pretty freaking' beautiful. The sun was completely blissful, burning to no end, framed by the sky that resembled the colour of my eyes. IT kind of reminded me of Sonny and I. She was the sun and I was the sky. We were both beautiful and both, in our own ways, too good for one another. And yet we fit like pieces in a puzzle. Like the sea and the sand, like wind and rain.

As I considered this surprisingly intellectual thought (for me it was, anyways) my peripheral vision caught sight of movement from my car. Not just movement. Bare skin. Sonny's bare skin. I tried to avert my gaze. I really did. But it was impossible. She wasn't completely naked. She had underwear on. God didn't love me THAT much. But her bra was pretty freaking lacy. And was that a thong?

Eh. Maybe he did.

I stood in my frozen, perverted state until I saw her begin to turn. I redirected my eyes unintentionally upwards, where I spotted the "Do Not Enter" sign that I had briefly noticed beforehand. I know noticed its state. It was moulding round the edges, and the red lettering had run in the rain, like ink on soggy paper. I sighed. Maybe I hadn't been so cavalier.

As I pondered disappointedly, I heard Sonny clamber out the car and stand straight in front of me, beaming a smile of perfect joy. I automatically smiled. It was ridiculous, but it couldn't be helped. That grin could cheer up the devil.

"Do you know what the time is?" she enquired, still gazing round at the scene around us. I had forgotten about the beautiful landscape. Who needed a view when you had the definition of cute standing in front of you?

Although I'm not sure I would have called those, hem, underclothes cute. I would have to bring that up later. If I would ever be brave enough.

"Um," I mumbled, glancing quickly down at my watch, "Quarter to three." Wow. It had barely been half a day! Not that I was complaining.

Sonny suddenly drew in an ecstatic breath. I dreaded the next words that would dance from her mouth. And I mean dance.

"Do you know what we should do?"

"Do I want to know?"

"We should have a PICNIC!" Of course she would want to spend time outdoors. This is Sonny we're referring to. I had honestly expected worse. I thought she would suddenly produce metal detectors and announce a search or something.

Or maybe we would go searching for hermits.

But no. A picnic wasn't too awful. And we did have food. I shrugged carelessly, and was glad to see her expression light up even more – was that even possible? – as she bounded to the boot of the car to grab our stash of food. I would call it adorable if it wasn't so ridiculous.

Once she had dumped the plastic bag down on an old rug which she got God knows where, she did the most remarkable thing. She began to dance. There was no music except for the song of the birds. She just continued to jump and beam like there was no tomorrow, soaking in the sunshine. Her blue skirt bobbed up and down with her, and her long silky locks flew around her head.

Wait. This isn't possible.

How can she possibly still look beautiful doing that?

She managed it. Maybe it was the sun reflecting off her petal-like skin. Maybe it was her cheerful smile. Maybe it was the energy that burst from her every movement.

I was too happy to care. As she cart wheeled around, squealing with delight, I sat on our makeshift picnic rug and stared at her excellence. She didn't seem to notice me, so I was perfectly content. The landscape paled next to her magnificence.

She finally ran out of breath, and ran joyfully over to me, still full of beans.

"You should try that sometime. As well as being super fun," she paused to take a huge breath," It's a pretty hardcore workout."

I began to laugh, as did she, more breathlessly, but with even more ecstasy and bliss. I held out my hand to help her down, and she took it, grinning constantly.

For a moment it was slightly awkward. We just stared at each other, completely wrapped up in our own little world of perfection.

She suddenly surprised me by throwing a grape in my face. I stared in slight shock, and she giggled and threw another.

"Oh, it's on," I exclaimed, and she cracked up hysterically as I pounced on her and began to tickle her stomach. She threw her head back, and clutched the edges of the rug in her mania. She began to try and push my off, but she was pretty weak. I just rolled over and let her have a chance to fight back. She began to tickle back, and man, she was good. Her long fingernails made my skin go wild. It didn't help my case that they were Sonny Munroe's nails. And the face that she was on top of me didn't give much aid either. But I was in hysterics, and she was having the time of my life.

Therefore, so was I.

We finally broke away, too exhausted to put any more effort into tackling each other. She collapsed onto my chest, which was heaving up and down like a bike pump. When she had caught enough breath, she turned to face me, her perfect features just inches from mine. She smirked.

"Cooper?"

"Yup?"

"Is it weird that I'm kinda glad I missed that flight?"

I beamed. My whole body swelled with pride. Hope lit my face. Maybe she really did like me. Maybe there was hope. Maybe this trip could be everything I wish it could be.

"No, Sunshine. It is definitely not."

She didn't complain about the name. She just lazily smiled, satisfaction practically pouring out of her skin, and laid her head back onto my now slowly heaving chest, where I prayed it would stay for as long as I could possibly string this moment out.

Crap. I am in WAY too deep.

Done! And it was practically 2000 words. Nice one! Sorry about the constant little Twilight references, I'm just in a Twilight sort of mood… how awesome is Eclipse? TEAM EDWARD :D

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