A/N: Hey, guys! Thanks for all of the amazing reviews! You guys are so awesome. haha. Sorry if it gets lazy towards the end. I just forced myself to write this yesterday. haha.

Chapter Four
Unbearable Sleep

[Sonny's POV]

Ah, Travis's freshly made hamburgers. They were honestly to die for. I eagerly grabbed my plate and squirted ketchup inside of the hamburger before hungrily biting into it, moaning in satisfaction. It was like tasting every piece of heaven in your mouth. Before I took another greedy bite, I glanced at Chad whom was staring at the burgers, looking ready to puke his guts out. I tried not to roll my eyes as I handed him a plate.

"Here, try it, they're really good." I promised with a sweet smile. Chad warily accepted the plate and sniffed the burger first. Then he poked it carefully, a disgusted look on his face. Ugh, what a drama king. "Chad, the thing isn't gonna jump up and try to attack you. It's just food." I assured him. But Chad, being the oh-so stubborn arrogant jerk he is, still refused. He handed the plate back to me with a dramatic groan. "Fine, starve." I smirked.

"Fine, I will." Chad said, narrowing his eyes at me.

And why do I love him again?

I smiled and took another bite into my burger. "Hmm, this burger is so good." I said loudly, trying to tempt him into eating it. "I'm so glad I'm eating it since I'm so hungry." I continued.

Chad merely rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Oh please. Sonny, if you want me to eat that then you'll have to do a whole lot better that this." he smirked, winking at me before entering his tent and locking himself inside. I furiously bit into my burger and glared at the back of his head as he walked away. Ugh, he annoys me sometimes (most of the time).

I sat down on the picnic table and slowly finished the rest of my burger. I tried to join in with my family members as they caught up merrily with each other, but all I could do was stare continuously at Chad's huge tent. I sighed, feeling half guilty and half aggravated. Why must Chad be so difficult? I mean, this was just a burger and he's turning it into a complicated situation.

Suddenly, I heard a loud pop followed by a "Crap!" from Chad's tent. I immediately stood up from my seat and jogged quickly over towards him. Oh God, what did he do this time?

"Chad, are you okay – holy cow." my eyes widened at the sight. I stared down at my feet where the remaining contents of Chad's air mattress rested. He held the air compressor in his hand innocently before throwing it behind his back unsubtly. I gave Chad a look and knelt down to the floor, picking up the scattered pieces of the air mattress. And I can honestly say that I am not surprised.

"Uh, you don't happen to have another air mattress, do you?" Chad asked, smiling.

I smacked his chest. "No, we don't." I answered, irritated.

"Okay, ow. Come on, Sonny, you can't possibly be mad at me. If there's someone to blame, it should be you. You know that you shouldn't trust me with an air compressor." Chad said, rubbing the spot where I smacked him.

"Only an idiot would blow up an air mattress, Chad! And how the heck did you even manage to do that?!" I exclaimed.

"Whoa there, calm down." Chad said, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Just because we're actors, doesn't mean that we need to make a scene." I rolled my eyes at his terrible joke and pushed his arms off of me. (Chad should definitely stick to drama.) It's amazing how his attempts to sooth me just makes me want to rip his head into pieces even more.

Complicated, conceited, irritating, drama snob.

Seriously, why do I love him?

"I don't think we have another sleeping bag either." I said, frowning slightly. Chad groaned and rubbed his temples.

"I am not sleeping on the floor, Sonny." he declared.

"Then you shouldn't have blown up your air mattress!" I snapped. Chad mumbled incoherent things indignantly while I looked around, trying to find another solution to this ridiculous problem. I caught a glance at Chad's many, many, and I seriously mean many blankets and grabbed them, pulling them over. "Since we have nothing else, I guess you'll just have to use your blankets as a bed." I said, setting it up.

"I rather sleep in the crap smelling car." Chad said, frowning.

"Well, it's either you suffocate in that 'crap smelling car' or you simply just sleep on the blankets. Choose wisely." I said, smirking at him.

"Ugh, fine I'll sleep here. If my back aches tomorrow morning, you're paying for my massage when we get back to LA." Chad replied. I shook my head and threw a pillow at him. Chad smirked and leaned into me, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "But if you tuck me into bed tonight, I might be able to sleep better." he winked. I rolled my eyes and pushed him.

"Nice try, smooth guy," I laughed sarcastically.

"Oh, you know you want me." he teased, placing his lips on mine.

Yeah, but he has no proof of that.

I kissed him back breathlessly. I started giggling uncontrollably as Chad pulled me onto his lap hurriedly and kissed my neck hungrily. I felt him smirk against me, probably thinking that he has me wrapped around his finger. Psh no. I let out a high pitch squeal as he kissed that special spot on my neck that always sent me into laughing hysterics. Curse him for knowing my tickle spot...and for being an amazing kisser. We were actually enjoying ourselves for a moment, but of course, we were interrupted – as usual.

"Sonny, Cooper, get out of the tent!" I heard Ben demand.

I sighed and pulled myself off of Chad while Chad glared furiously at the zipped up door, muttering complaints underneath his breath. I grabbed his hand and slowly led him back to the picnic table where everyone was staring at us either suspiciously (the adults), angrily (the brothers), or just looking grossed out (the cousins, with the exception of Grace).

I glanced at Chad whom was pretending like nothing was going on. He picked up the plate that contained a sloppy burger and eyed it, pretending like he actually intended to eat it. Chad then grabbed a water bottle and twisted it open, drinking it leisurely. He gave me an assured look and I smiled weakly in return. I stared at my family, their eyes not leaving me or Chad even once.

"What were you guys—" before Melanie finished her sentence, I covered her lips with my hand, giving her a warning look. (For her thirteenth birthday, I am getting her irremovable duck tape or a human muzzle within a heartbeat.) Melanie's eyes widened in realization and she pulled her hand off of her lips once again. "Oh my God, you made out with Chad Dylan Cooper! LUCKY!" she squealed. I slapped my forehead and inwardly groaned.

Chad began choking on the water he was drinking. He coughed, trying to breathe. His face was flushed red as he glared at my bigmouth of a cousin. Melanie, who was completely unfazed, continued to squeal girlishly. "Oh my God, tell me about it! Is his lips as luscious and soft just the way the magazines say?" she asked excitedly.

I stared embarrassingly at my cousin while Chad smirked at me. He chuckled silently and took another sip of his water. "Um," I started. Flabbergasted, speechless, wordless, astonished, mortified. I seriously didn't know how to respond. I looked at the rest of my family whom was still eyeing me intensely. "I'm hungry! How about some of those burgers?" I said happily, grabbing another burger and stuffing it into my mouth.

"I second that!" Chad replied, taking a bite into one without thinking. He chewed for a full two seconds before his eyes widened, and he rushed over to the nearest bush and barfed into it.

"Why doesn't pretty boy share a tent with us tonight?" Devin offered in a false sweet voice.

"Uh, no it's okay." I answered. I want my boyfriend alive, thank you very much.

Chad returned with an uneasy look on his face. He looked like he was ready to run back to the bush and barf even more. Oh gosh. "Please tell me that we have edible food here, please." he begged quietly. I gave him a sorry look and patted his arm. The guy looks like he's going to pass out anytime soon. "Oh God," he groaned, plopping down besides me on the picnic table.

"We'll maybe you can have…"

"I am not eating any of the food these people brought, Sonny." Chad clarified sternly. I sighed and slumped down into my seat.

One day into camping with Chad Dylan Cooper – six more to go.

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Night fell quickly after we ate our dinner. (Poor Chad. He actually starved tonight.) We were all huddled around the campfire we made with blankets draped around our bodies. Chad sat uncomfortably on the log besides me and hugged his blanket tightly. He was shivering frantically as he eyed the campfire, probably wishing that he was in the middle of that fire. I used to think that California was just hot, but then I realized that Wisconsin was just hecka cold. (And I think I forgot to warn Chad about the weather here…)

"I am so freaking cold." he whispered unevenly. His teeth chattered as he shook even more. "Isn't there a heater or something?"

"Chad, I hate to break it to you, but nature doesn't have heaters." I told him.

"Screw nature." Chad muttered, frustrated. I wrapped half of my blanket around and leaned against his arm. Chad sighed and wrapped an arm around my shoulders as he continued to shake. "I hate you for making me come." He teased with a small smirk (well, small for Chad Dylan Cooper) on his lips.

"Aw, you can't hate me." I giggled.

"Really, Sonny, really?"

I laughed and nudged his shoulder.

"Alright, kiddos, it's time to hit the haystack. We're going to have a full day ahead of us." My Uncle Rodger announced as he carefully doused the campfire with a bucket of water.

I took Chad's hand and stood him up. He was as frigid as ice. Chad was still shivering uncontrollably as I led him to his tent. I hugged onto his waist, trying to add warmth onto him. I heard my brothers snickering from a distance behind us, and it took all of our willpower not to shout anything back. (But isn't the boyfriend supposed to be doing this?! Ugh, Chad, you're such a drama QUEEN.)

"Here's your tent! All nice and warm!" I presented enthusiastically.

Chad glared at me for a moment before he dropped dead on the stack of blankets. "Are you sure you rather sleep with Melanie and Grace instead of me tonight?" he smirked. I rolled my eyes and lay down besides him – but only for a couple of minutes, I reminded myself. My three brothers would definitely not be happy if I spent the night in this tent.

"Ha, I knew you couldn't resist me." Chad chuckled arrogantly.

"I so can! It's just – you're shaking like a wet puppy. I feel bad for you." I stuttered.

"Chad Dylan Cooper is not a wet puppy!" he scoffed.

Chad folded his arms across his chest as we stared up at the plain navy blue ceiling. I blinked at it, bored, and decided to lean up and unzip the hood off. In seconds, the stars were fully revealed to us. I smirked to hear Chad gasp quietly (but frowned once he grabbed my blanket from me and started to bury himself in them).

"Wow, who knew that the stars preferred Wisconsin over California?" Chad joked. "I wish they didn't." he muttered quietly to himself.

"California is one of the most beautiful and famous places in the world, and yet, they're missing out on these gorgeous stars." I whispered. "You may completely hate camping, but you won't hate Wisconsin." I promised as I grabbed onto Chad's hand.

"Eh, I guess." Chad shrugged, though his eyes were still glued onto the skies above us. I laughed and tugged onto my blanket hardly, causing him to roll over a few times. "Ow!" he yelled. "How many times do I have to get hurt today?!" he groaned as he crawled over back to his bed. "You suck, Munroe." he teased, throwing one of his pillows at me.

"Thank you." I giggled, placing a goodnight kiss on his lips. "Well I'll see you when the sun's back up. Goodnight, drama snob." I smiled.

"Good night, diva." he smiled back.

I traveled back to my own tent. I found Grace sleeping soundly while Melanie was on her PSP, looking like she was in some trance. I hoped that she wouldn't notice me, so I can get some sleep. But of course, she realized my arrival. Melanie placed her PSP away and smiled widely (and eagerly) at me. Oh God. Cue the nosy questions.

"So tell me about Chad!" she demanded excitedly.

I shrugged. "There's not really much to say, Mel." Fat lie. What's not there to say about Chad Dylan Cooper? But if you get me talking about him, you'll have to listen to my constant complaints about his conceited attitude, big head, and somewhat soulless heart, or even worse: I'll be rambling on and on about the wonders that make Chad Dylan Cooper up. Either way, you'll still suffer.

"Are you kidding me?! Your boyfriend is Chad Dylan Cooper! Tell me that that's not amazing. I dare you." she said, folding her arms across her chest.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Melanie, I'm really tired. You know me when I'm sleepy. I really need to sleep." I said. I didn't wait for her to answer me when I collapsed on my sleeping bag and fell into deep slumber. I knew I heard her groan in defeat before I hit dead sleep. Ha.

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"Sonny, baby," I groaned to feel someone attempting to shake me awake. "Baby, wake up please." I fluttered my eyes open to see a pair of sky blue eyes staring down at me.

"Chad?" I muttered groggily. "It's like something in the morning. I need sleep." I yawned and turned to the other side, not even bothering to wonder how Chad managed to get in here and not wake Melanie or Grace up.

I groaned to feel Chad's arms shaking me. "Sonny, wake up." he whispered as loud as he could. I frowned and tried to stay cemented on my sleeping bag. "If you don't wake up I'll wake this whole entire campsite up instead." he warned gently into my ear. My eyes snapped open and my head shot up.

"Good morning!" I whispered cheerily. "Now what do you want?" I asked, my voice dropping into a low annoyed tone. Chad smirked at me in return. Even in the middle of the morning, he still looked perfect. (I wouldn't be surprised if he walked over to our 'crap smelling car' and checked his reflection first before walking over here.)

"I can't sleep." he whispered.

"That's it?!" I hissed. "You woke me up because—"

"Hmm, Sonny?" Melanie mumbled. "Who're you talking to?" she yawned, thankfully still half asleep.

"You're talking to Joe Jonas. He's asking you to marry him." I whispered softly back. Chad clasped a hand over his mouth, trying not to burst out laughing. I elbowed his arm and stared at my cousin. She was smiling and snuggling tightly with her pillow.

"Okay," she muttered back. "Hi, Joe," she whispered.

Chad started snickering quietly. I shook my head in aggravation and grabbed his shirt, dragging him silently out of my tent and into his. Once we fully entered his tent, I slapped his arm. Chad winced and grabbed onto it tightly, glaring at me. "Why must you be so violent today?!" he whispered sharply.

"I get cranky when a guy wakes me up before the sun is even up." I replied innocently. "What do you want me to do anyways? Sing you a lullaby?" I offered sarcastically.

Chad rolled his eyes. "Just…stay with me until I fall asleep." he ordered.

I raised an eyebrow at him, giving him a disbelieving look. "Are you scared?" I asked incredulously.

"What? Pfft, no! It's just…" Chad frowned at me and huffed. "Fine, I'm scared. Happy?"

"Ecstatic. Now can I go back to my tent?"

"Sonny!" Chad whined.

I groaned and lay down on the blankets besides him. "Alright, close your eyes now and fall asleep quickly or else." I threatened.

"Or else what?" Chad scoffed. I simply threw him a glare. "Good night!" he said quickly before closing his eyes and trying his best to drift off to sleep.

The rest of the night was hell.

3:07 AM

"Sonny? What was that?" Chad asked worriedly. I groaned in response, trying to get back to sleep. "Did you hear that?" I heard something rustling behind the tents. I looked up to see that the trees were brushing against the fabric. I rolled my eyes and yawned.

"It's a tree. Get over it."

3:52 AM

"Holy crap! I think I saw a bear! Run for your lives! It's going to eat us!" Chad panicked frantically. "Oh wait…that's just another tree. Ha, sorry for waking you up again, Sonny,"

Groan.

4:27 AM

"Oh my God, ew, it's another deer. Deer are so stupid. It's like all they do is purposely walk to the middle of the highway for you to run them over. They're very suicidal." Chad shivered in distaste. "Oh God. It's coming closer! I think it heard me! It wants to kill me! Sonny, kill it first!"

"You're the guy. You do it." I responded sleepily. I didn't even know what he was talking about.

"And risk my beautiful face? Heck no!"

Ugh.

5:14 AM

"Hey, look, the sun is rising! Good, that means that Starbucks has probably opened…wait what time is it?" Chad grabbed a hold of his cell phone then threw it lazily back on his pile of unnecessary beauty products. "Crap, it's only five. Eh, oh well. We got a couple more hours to sleep." He said, smiling at me. I glared at him in return, a burning, seething, wrathful glare. "Oh…I'm sorry for waking you up again, Sonny."

Sigh.

6:34 AM

"Ugh, I'm so bored. When does everyone wake up? It's like all they do is sleep." Chad complained. "Oh, it's still before nine. God, this night is so slow." Yes, Chad, yes it truly is. "Oh gross! There's a squirrel on that tree!" he exclaimed. "Where's a rock when you need it?" he huffed.

And I smacked him with my pillow.