Next chapter as soon as I could! Plz enjoy! :) :)

P.S. when the characters say 'God' in the narration, you have to know I tried like every other word possible, and it just didn't have the same authenticity. I'm a Christian, and I don't like the idea that I'm using God's name in vein in my story. Just know that the characters are thinking this! It wasn't me! :)

Chad's POV :P

God, she drooled on my shoulder. Somewhere between three in the morning and right before dawn. I was unsure of the specific time, because I couldn't lift my arm to check my watch. If I had, I would have disturbed her.

I couldn't disturb her. She was too damn peaceful; to damn cute. So I sat there, wide awake in the darkness, letting the drool slide slowly down my arm, and waited for it to dry on its own.

I closed my eyes, fanaticizing sleep, though it was far from me.

I was done wishing for this night to last forever, because it was impossible.

I was done praying, because I'd run out of ways to say, "Please be fair."

But I wasn't done loving her.

So I stayed awake; hugging her to my chest as she sleepily hugged me back.

A warm, sticky, California rain began to fall. First slowly, then as the wind began to pick up, it started to come in sheets, brining little grains of sand with it from the beach.

Damn, how could I be so stupid? The roof of the jeep was down, and Sonny would wake up for sure.

I had to get up. I had to wake her; otherwise the inside of the car would get up for sure.

I had to get up. I had to wake her, otherwise the inside of the car would get soaked.

I nudged her gently. "Sonny, wake up."

"Mmm?" she groaned.

"It's raining. I have to put the roof up."

I didn't even wait for a response before opening the door and stepping out into the pouring rain. I shivered, though the rain that ran down my chest was warm.

"Wherugoin?" she mumbled, half sitting up, and squinting from sleepiness.

"I have to put the roof up, Baby. I'll be back in a second. Go back to sleep."

She listened to me. She curled up into a ball, covering both the passenger seat and the driver's seat.

At the same time, both these words crossed my mind:

Aww…

And

Damn it!

I pulled the roof up, latched it in place, and flipped my damp hair out of my eyes. I couldn't go back in there, and wake up Sonny. Not again. If I moved her from my seat, she'd wake-up for sure.

So I stood there. In the pouring rain. Freezing my ass off so Sonny could sleep. I checked my watch—four 'o clock am. Fuck. I had at least two hours until Sonny woke up.

I listened to the roaring ocean in the distance, conjuring up a plan.

What was the plan?
I didn't come up with one. Hey, it was four in the morning. The only thing I cared about apart from sleep was Sonny. And if she wanted to sleep in my seat and leave me standing out here in the rain, then she was more than welcome.

I climbed up onto the hood of the jeep, and sat there, staring out at the ocean. This would be my bed for the night. I laid out across the windshield, pressed my cheek against the glass, and watched her sleeping under me, until I fell asleep too.

Sonny's POV

Dawn came earlier than I wanted it to.

Meaning it came. Period.

And I closed my eyes again, wishing so hard it would go away, and I could sleep on Chad. Forever.

But when I opened my eyes again, the ball of fire still hovered there in the sky. Yellow, blaring, and cruel as ever, reminding me I had a life back home to go to. And this, this moment I was living in, was an accidental fairytale. Even fairytales have an ending. But only following the "Happily ever after." This fairytale broke that rule, ending with, "And they lived…"

Nothing proceeded those words, and nothing ever would. Chad and I would do just that—live. Nothing more. My world, and his world, would be hollow and empty without eachother.

For

ev

er.

For a whole hour, I allowed the fairytale to fool itself into reality. Coast-side at Seal Beach, waking up from a night spent in a jeep, plastered to Chad's chest like a child clutching a teddy bear.

Then I wondered how many girls would kill to be in my place (I would:). I was lost in California with none other than Chad Dylan Cooper, and had just spent the night tucked inside his arms. Then I wondered how many of those girls knew him. I mean, really knew him. Like there was more to the guy than just the puppet on T.V., who just had great hair and a leading role in Mac Falls.

God.

Chad was so much more than that. He had a heart. He had feelings, and at the end of the day, a real life he'd go back to that nobody cared about. On T.V.—to all those million girls—he was someone who I knew was fake.

But to me, Chad Dylan Cooper was real. And beautiful.

No. Not that kind of beautiful. Not "blonde hair, six pack," kind of beautiful.

But the real kind. The kind when you feel guilty over killing a dog when you were too young to know any better. The kind where you dress up as a ridiculous, made-up fan named Eric, just to have a friend's back. The kind when you'd let a girl crawl into your sleeping bag, so she wouldn't freeze to death in the middle of the night.

The kind where you love someone—I mean really love someone—so there isn't a trace of lust left. Like he loved me, and I, his angel, loved him back.

Yes, I'd heard him. Last night. He told me he loved me. And I didn't tell him that I felt the same.

I did, though. And I'd wanted to tell him. So badly, it hurt from the very core of me to the surface of my skin. I remember my lips opening, and tasting his warm, salty skin, but the words I'd wanted to tell him were gone. As in, I couldn't seem to force my lips into saying them. At least not while I knew he was still awake.

When Chad's breathing became slow and even against my ear, I told him. Out loud at a whisper.

How many times?

I lost count. So many, I was honestly afraid my lips had frozen into the endless reel of those same three words.

The words, I'd meant more than anything.

One last time, I said them. Before he woke up.

"I love you, Chad."

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