Unanswered questions:

Q: Didn't Chad sleep outside? So why was Chad in the car again when Sonny woke up?

A: He went back in the car later when Sonny moved out of his seat while she was sleeping.

Q: Why is nobody worrying that they're gone?

A: They were…but Sonny and Chad called their parents and friends to let them know that they're ok.

Q: When is the preface coming in?

A: Soon…:) that's all I can tell u.

Q: How many chapters will there b?

A: I haven't decided yet…perhaps a vote? Tell me what you think in ur review…

The song I listened to over and over and over while writing this chapter is called "For the First Time" by the script. You should listen to it while reading this chapter. Amazing song to go with the words…

Sonny's POV

When I woke up again, the car had moved. We no longer hadthat perfect, center view of the beach, but were now parked in the shade in a parking lot. We were still at the beach, however, but this time, closer to the peer. Closer to the waves that violently beat on the wooden deck, sending salty ocean water across the sky as freely as rain.

With the windows rolled down, the smell of the beach in the morning burned my nostrils. It smelled of salt and sand and sun. It smelled of fish that hadn't yet been made a meal by the sea gulls circling overhead. But there was a stronger smell. Something familiar and intoxicating.

It smelled like cold rain on warm skin. It smelled like lies, that I were too far away to be reality. It smelled like him…

"Good morning, Sonny," he whispered into my hair. "Are you awake?"

"No," I answered, not opening my eyes.

"Don't lie to me," he said, and I could hear him smile. "Just open one eye."

"No," I said again, trying not to smile myself.

"Just one, Sonny," he tried again. "Come on, just one. For me?"

"Shut up."

"Am I going to have to tickle you?"

"I'm not ticklish."

"Shall we test that theory?" he teased, fingers creeping to my waist.

I opened my left eye, giggling. "I hate you," I mumbled, looking up at him sleepily.

He smiled down at me, and I noticed his lips were so close to my own. All he had to do was…move forward…just a little…

"So, I have something to show you," he said.

"What is it?" I whispered.

"It's a surprise. But you have to open both of your eyes to see what it is."

"Mmm…what if my other eye is still dreaming? You wouldn't want to spoil it's sweet, perfectly wonderful dreams, now would you?"

"You have three seconds to open it."

"Or what?"

"Or no ice cream."

"You have ice cream?"

"No. It's something better."

"Liar," I smiled.

"Three…"

"Ugh…I really don't want to get up."

"Two…"

"Couldn't you hit the snooze button or something?"

"Three!"

"I'm up! I'm up," I laughed, taking my head from his shoulder. That was a mistake. Even something better than ice cream couldn't be as good as sleeping on Chad. Nothing.

Chad reached behind the front seats, fumbling around a little and crinkling paper before pulling out what looked like a bottle of wine in a paper holder. As if he was saying 'Ta-da!' he held out the drink for display with a huge grin on his face.

"Chad !" I scolded him, opened mouthed. "How the heck did you get that?"

"See!" he laughed. "I told you I had something better than ice cream! It's called 'Morning Drunkness…'"

"Okay…first of all, drunkness isn't a word," I counted off for him on my fingers. "And secondly, you might just be the craziest person in the world if you think I'm drinking so much as a swallow with you."

"Scared?" he whispered, his blue eyes swimming in mine.

This made my hear thump, cause I wasn't scared. I was actually dying to drink alcohol with Chad Dylan Copper in the sand near the ocean. But it was stupid and completely inappropriate. And shouldn't we be on our way home anyway?

Who was I kidding? He was completely adorable…his smile just slightly out of place; his puppy dog eyes practically begging me to just have this one last moment with him. And who was I to ruin it? Yes, this was probably completely dumb teenage behavior, but hey, I was just that when I was around him—a dumb, in love, soon-to-be-drunk teenager.

"You are so on Chad Dylan Cooper," I smirked.

"Alright," he held back a smile, but looked me straight in the eyes. "No backing out. Say you wouldn't back out."

"I wouldn't back out, Chad."

"Promise?"

"Promise…" I was getting a little wary on answering, since he seemed so sure I'd want to back out. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

"Cross your heart?"

Without thinking, I grabbed his hand, disentangled his pointer finger from the rest, and drew an X with it right above my bra. "Cross my heart," I said. "Promise. I swear to you, Chad. I won't back out."

He smiled, finally trusting me. But he didn't smile at me face. He smiled at his finger. Which was being held by my hand. Which was on my chest…

I let go; letting his finger drop to where it had been before.

He awkwardly cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. "Okay. Do you know the game 'Never have I ever…'

"Yeah? We're playing that?" I said, suddenly excited and forgetting what had occurred a few moments before.

"Yes, well, sorta. We take turns. The person who's turn it is says, 'Never have I ever…and then something they've never done. If the other person has done the thing that they haven't, then they take a sip. If the person who said 'Never have I ever…'was lying…they also take a sip."

"So, when does the game end?"
Chad held up the bottle of wine. "When the last drop is gone."

I stole the bottle from him playfully. "My turn first!" I jumped from the car, and ran giggling across the beach; Chad chasing after me.

I watched Chad expectantly, waiting. Not for him, but for me. I'd told him I'd wanted to go first, but I had no idea what I wanted to say…

"Oh!" I exclaimed at my sudden epiphany. "I've never drank so much as a swallow before today."

Chad snatched up the bottle of wine that sat between us with a guilty look on his face, and took a huge gulp.

"I knew it!" I gasped "When have you had alcohol before?"

"Uhh…I was at a party? I didn't even want to be there-I didn't even want to drink," he added when I gave him a look. "Let's not talk about it, please?"

"Okay," I agreed, slightly disappointed that there was a part of Chad's life he wanted to keep secret from me. "Your turn."

"I've never had a boyfriend," he said so quickly, without any hesitation; as if he had prepared the question ahead of time.

I drank. And then coughed. I forgot this was stronger than water. A lot stronger. "Cheater!" I said.

"That's not cheating!"

"Is too!"

"How is it cheating? What if I had a boyfriend before?"

"Have you?"

"No!"

"I rest my case."

"But it's possible for me to have a boyfriend. So it's not cheating."

I rolled my eyes, holding back a smile. Why did it give me such a rush to fight with him?

"Fine," I said. "I've never kissed a girl."

Chad stared at me. "I haven't either," he said pathetically.

"What? Yes you have! On T.V.! I've seen you do it a hundred times."
"But that wasn't real," he clarified for me, as if I was an ignorant little kid. "I've never had a real kiss."

"Was my—" I broke off, because I was so humiliated. And would be even more humiliated after he gave me the answer to the question I was about to ask. "Was my kiss really that bad?"
Suddenly, his eyes turned soft. And sorry. And at first I thought maybe he forgot about our kiss. But once he explained, learned that wasn't the case. "Sonny…our kiss wasn't real, because it was unreal. It was…perfect. I'm sorry I had to kiss you. I shouldn't have. I just didn't want to go home, wondering what it would have felt like. I'm so sorry, Sonny. I don't know why I did it. I just...I don't know…had to."

I stared down at my feet in the sand. I couldn't look up at him. I couldn't. Knowing those were the lips I touched with my own, and could never, ever, touch again. Some other girl, his new angel, would be stuck to them.

God, it made me sick.

"Who's turn is it?" I squeaked.

"Mine. Sorry." His humble voice was so sexy. "I've never been to Disney World."

"Never?" I faked my outrage cause I really was not in the mood. "Wow, I went twice as a kid." I took a sip, realizing the last lips that had been on this bottle, besides mine, were his. I took an extra long sip, for that very reason.

"I've never been in love," I said. My heart beat faster, and my hands felt sticky as I set the bottle back in the sand.

Chad drank.

And then I drank too.

Then he looked at me.

I looked at him.

Was it me? I wondered. I wanted to know. So bad. But it was his turn.

"I've never loved more than one person," he said.

I looked at the bottle, then back up at him. Neither have I.

"Who was it?" Chad asked.

He asked it so quietly, it melted into the wind, and I wondered if he had said it at all. But his lips had moved. Maybe he had said something else. But what else would he say? Those were the only words that fit. And the only words I wanted to hear.

"If you catch me, I'll tell you." It took exactly three seconds for the words I'd just said to sink in. Then, almost automatically, like I had no feeling in my body, I got up, and ran towards the water as fast as I could.

Before I knew what was happening, I felt arms circle my waist, and scoop me up. But instead of holding me, they threw me into the water.

"CHA—" I tried to scream in delight, but I'd already gone under. Water choking me, and clothes flowing with the water in all directions. My eyes burned so badly cause of the salt, but I couldn't stop smiling. I couldn't.

Swimming for the surface, my face ached with happiness. As I broke the surface, my arms hastily flailed through the cool air, finding the wall of Chad's chest, and pushing against it to try and drive him into the water too. But he grinned, pushing me back in a struggle that only lasted a few seconds, before I fell in the water again.

"No!" I sputtered coming up for air once more after I had fallen in. "St—st—sto—p!" I laughed uncontrollably, running for the beach.

But he ran after me, caught me, and entangled with me. And we both fell in the wet sand, just before another wave crashed, and crawled up the beach, getting us even more wet and sandy than we already were.

Breathing hard, laughing between breaths, Chad on top of me…it was all too much. I wriggled like a worm, out from underneath him; but he only made up for it by crawling on his hands and knees so he was above me still. He slowly bent down, so his body was right against mine, and I couldn't move.

"Marry me," he said.

"What?" I said breathlessly.

"Marry me, Angel," he said again.