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Just to clear this up, Chad and Sonny DID NOT HAVE SEX. They just, whatever. Made out. Etc. I have nothing against M fics, in fact, I weirdly slightly enjoy them :P but this is not one (:

Anyway, I won't be updating for a while, off to Wales, THEN to Italy… after that I'm here till Christmas :D But I'll try and fit in a quick update (and maybe finale of the story :P) in between Wales and Italy… I apologise for my many adventures this holiday :P

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SPOV

I woke up to the sweet feeling of warmth bathing my cheek, and an even warmer, but heavy, object moving gently against my side. I smiled at the memory of last night – Chad's lips everywhere, his hair trapped in the vice of my trembling fingers, his husky voice saying my name over and over as he nibbled my neck and ran his long fingers over my shoulder blades. And now he was next to me – it was nice to open your eyes to a shirtless Chad, breathing deeply, his surprisingly long eyelashes tickling his cheeks with each intake of breath.

And of course, there was the shirtless aspect.

As I sat up, I spotted the source of the warmth – a bright, midday sun blazing through the window… two things popped to mind.

One – we didn't close the blinds. I really hoped our neighbours didn't have a view of our room last night. They wouldn't have needed a television.

Two – how long did we sleep? It was not morning, I could recognise that.

A quick glance at the clock on the bedside table told me it was 2:30. Swell. Guess it's lunchtime rather than breakfast… I was counting on having to make pancakes, not a freaking meal. Or meals…

I glanced at Chad on that thought. He was slightly stirring, rolling over in the messy sheets and subconsciously stretching his arms and twisting his ankles.

Urgh. I guess I'd have to make food for two. It would be embarrassing to go down to the dining room at this time.

As I fumbled around the kitchen, throwing assortments of dried food onto the spotless counter along with bits from the mini-fridge (Chad was SO paying for that stuff) I felt a strong air of arms enclose around my waist, and a hand brush my messy hair out of my eyes. I couldn't help the gentle blush that appeared on my face. I NEEDED to stop letting that happen.

"Hey," he said quietly, his body lightly swaying us back and forth, his lips suddenly very busy at the base of my throat.

"H-hey there," I stuttered, mentally cursing myself in the progress. I really wasn't in the mood for giant Chad ego time right now, and I was practically tempting him to burst into self-absorbed song.

He chuckled against my neck. "Don't bother making food, Munroe. I don't think food poisoning would be a good idea today. For either of us." I slapped his head with difficulty, my arm twisting unnaturally to get there. He kinda did have a point, but I wasn't going to let him get me down today.

He continued. "I think there might still be some ice cream in the fridge – if you're not that hungry. There will probably be tons of stuff at the party after the opening anyway."

Wait, the opening? That was tonight?

Before I could ask, Chad started talking again. "I'm disappointed to say I have an interview in an hour or so."

I frowned. "Since when?" I walked to the freezer, not objected when his hands did not unwrap from my waist.

"Since Mr Condor texted me about ten minutes ago. I can't get out of it, I'm sorry." I sighed, and patted his (still bare) chest.

"It's cool. Hey, I could come with you! Be your supporter," I explained; I saw his face light up, and then dull just as fast.

"Err, I'm not sure. I mean, Mr Condor… I mean, people might… you know." I felt my heart rip into tiny pieces inside my chest. I felt like I was underwater - everything was so slow and blurry.

He didn't want to be seen with me. Of course. I should have guessed. I knew it, but I should have believed myself. I let my guard down, and look what's happened. Good on you, Sonny. Good on you.

I am Chad Dylan Cooper's play toy. His game. Last night was just an ordinary session for him. A normality. I bit my tongue, and surprised myself by keeping my calm throughout our next brief conversation.

"Fine. I'm not that hungry. I'm gunna take a shower."

"Okay," he said, seeming slightly offended by my bluntness. I scoffed mentally. Oblivious jerk.

As I turned to take my shower, he said, "Just do me a favour, Sunshine."

I turned, losing my patience quickly, despite the nickname. "What now?"

He moved closer and stared into my eyes, his own suddenly very soft and honest. It almost broke down my barriers again.

"Watch the interview. Okay? For me."

What a weird request. I guess it was for him to get more ratings or something, but still. How bizarre.

"Sure, but why? What, you gunna mention me or something?" I scoffed. He winked, walking away from me.

"Maybe," he answered teasingly, and turned towards his suitcase.

I stood still for a moment. What the hell was that? Well, I would watch the interview. But not for that jerk. For the pure curiosity. I pondered on it while I undressed and relaxed under the sharp streams of the steaming shower. What the hell was he going to say?

More importantly, what was he going to say about me?

CPOV

As I clambered into the town car waiting for me outside the hotel, and as the car began to drive me to my destination, I smiled a small smirk of content. I'd felt awful for leaving Sonny in that hotel, but it was necessary. This HAD to work. it was my last shot. I couldn't mess this up. My final chance to be with her. A few minutes of confusion on her part wouldn't matter much... I hoped.

My door was then opened, and I left the car a new man, ready for what was coming to him, prepared for the interview that had a massive part of his life depending on it. This was going to heal all the holes in me and Sonny's relationship. It had to. As I walked through the door of the studio, I popped my imaginary collar and took a deep breath.

Showtime.

SPOV

Showered, and wrapped in a bathrobe, I sat down on the squishy couch with a tub of ice cream, dreading the sight that I was to foresee. Since Chad's departure, his actions had been gnawing on my impatient brain. I was anxious to see the show – but terrified at the same time.

Suddenly, it hit me. More like crashed into me full speed like a truck going a hundred miles an hour. Of course. He was going to talk about my infatuation with him. What a Chad thing to do. I felt like crying, and prepared to, the breath hitching up in my throat.

However, before I could burst into tears, Chad's interviewer began to introduce him, and I shut up. I wanted to see, now that his intentions were out, how low he would stoop to make himself look badass.

" – So please welcome, America's teen bad boy, the one and only Chad Dylan Cooper." I rolled my eyes. This was the reason why Chad's couldn't ignore a mirror. He walked onto stage then, looking, although I hate to admit it, gorgeous. His eyes were abnormally sparkly today – he was probably rejoicing in the idea of humiliating me. Typical douche Chad.

He took a seat, practically bouncing in it. He looked so enthusiastic it made me want to hurl. He obviously took pleasure in my pain. Who was he, Hitler?

"Well, hello there, Mr Cooper. Looking dashing, as always." Pathetic. This woman was in her thirties at least, and she was attempting to flirt? Wow.

"Thank you, Kate. As are you," he smoothly said. He knew her already? Huh. Maybe Chad was into milfs.

"So, Chad, how's your love life looking for ya," she asked, twirling her hair. Could this get any more disturbing?

"It's kinda messed up." My breathing stopped. "It's all my fault though – me being a jerk and all." What? Since when does Chad say that?

"Oh really?" inquired, hem, Kate. "Could this be in relation to a certain Penelope?" My blood boiled. "I heard there was something going on there, am I correct?"

Chad laughed. "Nah. We're always asked to date for publicity, but we're just friends. To be honest, I prefer girls with a sense of humour."

I froze mid-ice cream scoop. Asshole say what, now?

"Is that right?" Kate asked. Chad nodded firmly. "What else do you like in a girl, Chad?"

"Well, a girl has to be adorable. Totally and utterly cute. And innocent. Not so I can ruin them or anything, I'm not perverted. I just like girls who can make my dark days lighter and just that little bit less serious. Being immature helps, too." My brow began to furrow. This description seemed to be getting disturbingly familiar...

"Any physical descriptions?" Kate questioned further.

"Brunette. Always. And a BIG smile to match a big personality. But lose any big ego. i have enough of that for two. Brown eyes. But they gotta be warm. No mud. Chocolate, full of emotion. And then, fashion wise, not prude, but not showing every bit of skin there is either. Again, innocent. Perky. I love perky girls." I dropped the tub onto my lap. This was out of the blue.

"That's a pretty thorough description, Chad." Kate looked slightly suspicious at this point.

"Yes. Totally. And it's not even done! I mean, there's the bad navigation, and the suck-up attitude, and the charitable heart, and the ice-cream addiction, and the little fights, and - you know what, Kate. I'm gunna be brutally truthful with you. Do you know what finally tips me over the edge, and makes me head over heels in love with this girl?"

"Tell us, Chad," exclaimed the presenter, who seemed pretty gripped in the whole situation.

"I love the girl who acts as my own, personal sunshine, without even trying. She has to be one sunny girl to sweep me off my feet, Kate."

I felt the ice cream begin to drip onto my leg. I didn't care. Chad just admitted he loved me. In front of a live audience. In front of the world.

Didn't see that one coming.

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