I'm sorry I haven't updated in awhile. School started and everything. Busy, as you all can probably relate to.

Enjoy please!

Sonny's POV

"Chad!" I burst out in surprise as Chad yanked the car door opened. "Where were you? I was here all alone where you were out doing…what were you doing anyway, Chad?" I gave him an intense stare. The kind of stare that said 'You better fess up right now, Mister!'

Chad pulled the driver's side door guiltily closed behind him, and stared back at me. "I went to get breakfast. And…toothbrushes. Hope you like SpongeBob."

"SpongeBob? SpongeBob? Really Chad?"

"It was either that or Blue's Clues, so I thought…" his voice trailed off and he sheepishly placed a bag from McDonald's and a bag from Harding's Friendly Market between the two seats.

Chad's POV

So far, I was completely failing on the "perfect-last-day" thing. SpongeBob just completely ruined it.

Sonny's POV

I sighed. I was so tired of fighting with him. I wanted our last day to be completely perfect- something that would haunt us for the rest of our lives because it was so perfect. And to honest, the SpongeBob thing was so cute, I nearly melted all over him in thank you's .

I smiled at him. "I know that you went out to get breakfast, Chad. I was just kidding about the whole "getting mad at you" act."

His lips lifted in a pity smile, and he shook his head. "No it wasn't. I know you too well, Sonny. There's something else on your mind."

I wanted to tell him about the guy at the car window who tried to get in, but I decided not to. I didn't want to spoil our trip home with a real life horror story, so I kept my mouth shut, and smiled back at him. "The only thing I'm worried about is whether or not you got the matching tube of toothpaste to go with those SpongeBob toothbrushes."

"You know it," Chad grinned. He scooped up the bag of McDonalds, peaked inside, and pulled out a large coffee. "I thought you might like it," he told me, handing me the hot drink. "Not that you need any more energy, Sonny? Your name says it all." Chad eyed me, smiling curiously. "Do you drink coffee? Are you one of those people who has to drink, like, 5 cups in the morning to stay awake?"

"Geez, Chad! Take a breath!" I giggled. "And no, I'm not one of those people as a matter of fact. I've never had coffee in my life."

"Never? So you don't drink…" he counted off on his fingers. "You don't have coffee in the morning…" Chad looked me as he arrived at two fingers. "I'm betting you're a virgin?"

"Who says I'm a virgin?"

"Are you?" he grinned.

I brought the coffee to my lips to hide the smile. "Do you ask every girl this question or just the ones who don't drink coffee?"

Chad laughed, "You better take a sip of coffee, then. So you don't have to answer the question."

This time, I brought the coffee down from my mouth, as if rebelling to the threat. Now I wanted him to see me smile. "I'll have you know, Chad Dylan Cooper, I never do anything people tell me to do. "

"Not even for me?"He pretended to pout at me.

"Especially for you."

He raised his eyebrows at me. "So tell me then: sex or no sex?"

"As if changing the way you say it's going to make me tell-"

"I'll tell you," he swooped in, suddenly serious. Chad gazed at me, as if I was the only one he'd ever confide anything to. "I'll tell you that—yes I am a virgin. I'll tell you that you're the only one I've actually told that too—truthfully. I mean, I've told the guys that I've done it—" he made little quotations with his fingers. "But—I don't know. I waiting until…"

"Marriage?" I finished for him, when he seemed to totally zone out.

He nodded. "Yeah." He serious stare surrendered to a smile, and then a laugh. "I don't know. Is that stupid?"

"No," I told him honestly. "No, not at all. I think that's really sweet. More guys should wait. More people should wait," I corrected myself. I suddenly reached for the bag of McDonald's, but Chad snatched it back before I could even touch it.

"Ah, ah, ah!" he scolded me like I was a little kid about to sneak a cookie from the cookie jar. "Not until you tell me if you're a virgin, Miss Monroe! I'm depriving you of your food!" Chad reached casually in the bag, pulled out a bagel sandwich, and bit into it, groaning appreciatively.

I jumped toward the bag to try to steal it from him, but he only put it behind his back. "I'm not kidding, Sonny."

"Chad!" I squeaked, practically on his lap trying to get the food from him.

"Or I'll have to enjoy these two delicious bagel sandwiches by myself," he said as he took one more large bite.

I sat back in the passenger seat on my heals, giving up. Still facing him, I pouted, "You're so annoying!"

Chad was laughing at me, and he wouldn't give in. "Just tell me. I won't care either way…"

I crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm waiting too," I said in a low voice.

"AH—Hah!" he laughed, blushing slightly at my answer. "I knew it! I knew you were a good girl!"

"Ha—ha!" I mocked him.

"Now was dat so hard, Son—ney?" he sang.

"You know what? Give me the food!" I demanded leaping across the seat again and grabbing for it.

"No, no!" he was cracking-up, his eyes watering in amusement. "I wanna see what else I can blackmail you into telling me…um..." he thought, scratching his chin and trying to push me away from the food bag at the same time. "Oh! What would you rate me on a scale from one to ten?"

"Chad! I hate you!" I was screaming and laughing at the same time. "Gimme!" I whinned.

"Grumpy, grumpy," he smiled, tsking his tongue. He finally surrendered over the bag of McDonalds. "Here. I hope you're happy. 'Cause I'm not, still wondering how you would rate me."

I opened the bag, and while reaching in, I looked up and grinned at him. "You're—you're an idiot, Chad."

He opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a crack of thunder and bright flashes of lightning. More rain drummed on the roof of the jeep, harder than before.

Chad looked at me, and with one last look at me, I knew he regretted the words he was about to tell me. "We should…get going. Back home," he said with a sigh.

I nodded, tears suddenly teaming in my eyes. "Okay."

Sonny's POV:

"Oh, Chad. I love this song!" I sang, leaning toward the radio controls. "Turn it up!"

Chadsmirked, took a hand from the wheel, and poked me gently in the side. "You would like this song, wouldn't you, Miss Monroe?"he teased.

I turned my head, and gazed at him lightly. "Why?"

The music thumped louder from the speakers, and the lonely night breeze drifted through the car windows, caressing my hair.

Except it didn't feel lonely—I had Chad.

"I know you liiiike me…" Chad sang along with the song, taking his eyes off the road and locking them to mine.

"Shut-up!" I laughed, shoving his shoulder. I stared into the inky-black behind the windshield, nearly wetting my pants in laughter while Chad attempted to sing along.

"Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?" he screeched. Maybe he was singing bad on purpose, but I found it hysterical.

"St-stop!" I choked. "You're making my stomach hurt!"

He sang louder, and worse this time. "Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak, like me?"

"No, I don't, Chad! 'Cause I'm straight!"

I began to sing along too—or more like sputter along, because I kept bursting in giggles. But too soon after we started, we faded to silence.

A dark figure stood there in the road up ahead, beyond the headlights of the jeep.

"Chad. Chad!" I screamed, my heart racing. "Stop the car!"

Chad's POV:

At first I thought she was going crazy. But then I saw it too…

A man was just standing there in the middle of the road, in the pitch-darkness. I slammed on the brakes, praying I could stop in time.

The jeep peeled to a halt, narrowly missing the guy in the street. I braced my hands against the steering wheel, shaking. Then I turned my head to my right, checking to make sure Sonny was fine. "Are you okay?" I panted, wanting to make sure.

She nodded, struggling to catch her breath.

Suddenly, my anger kicked in. We could've been killed—why was this guy crossing the street in the middle of the night without any flashlight or lantern so we could at least see him? Why?

"Chad!" Sonny screeched, as I forcefully opened the door. I turned back to look at her, thinking she was probably the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. "Be careful," she told me, worry in her eyes. "We don't know who this guy is."

"Always," I said, before tearing out into the night.

I don't know why I was so scared. It's not like I had never picked a fight with anybody. Maybe it was because Sonny was watching.

No, that was not it. It wasn't because she was watching, but rather if I lost the fight, I wouldn't be able to protect her if he tried to hurt her too.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" I shouted at the stranger's back. When he didn't turn to face me, I yelled louder. "HEY! I'M TALKING TO YOU!"

He turned this time, very slowly; dramatically almost. As if we were in a scary movie or something. And maybe we were, because his face fricken creeped me out—glass eye, opened mouth to reveille barred teeth, and a death hungry stare. "Where do ya dink yer goin', young man?"

Fight or flight…fight or flight…my adrenaline and human instincts should've been kicking in right now, but they weren't. I was shaking, and couldn't move. I needed to cowboy-up and beat some bad-guy hinny.

"This is kinda where cars go—the road!" I shot back in a shaky voice. "The better question is what are you doing here?"

He growled in his throat like a dog, then came a couple giant steps forward. "My car is ov'r dere," he said, pointing off to the side at a dark van. "It's broke down, an' I need ya ta fix it…"

I laughed. "You're funny. I don't think so, Mister. I'm going home…"

"Chad?" Sonny's voice came weakly from the other side of the jeep. "What's going on?"

"It's okay, Sonny," I assured her. "Go back in the jeep. I'll be there in a minute."

"I don't dink so," the man growled, coming closer still. "Yer gonna fix my car…"

"Let's go, Sonny," I said defiantly, walking toward the jeep, and ignoring the guy.

Before I knew what was happening, the man had barreled toward me, took hold of me, and had me held at knife-point. "IF YOU WANNA GO HOME T'NIGHT!" he howled. "YER LITTLE GIRFRIEN' IS GONNA FIX MY TRUCK, ORE YOUR GONNA BE DEAD JUST AS FAST AS I CAN SLIT YER LITTLE FROUT!"

I struggled, my heart beating so furiously I was nearly choking on it, but he pressed the blade of the knife right on my neck. "DON'T TEST ME, BOY!"

"Chad," Sonny cried. "I'll do it. It's not that big of a deal."

"Sonny, don't you dare go near that van!" I choked desperately. "You don't know what's in there! Hell, there could be a whole clan of more creepy guys who stand in the middle of the street, just waiting to jump out at you!"

"Chad," she said breathlessly. "It's okay. Nothing is going to happen."

Sonny's POV

I didn't tell Chad that this was probably the same guy who tried to reach in the jeep at me this morning. My gut told me it was the same guy. And I knew Chad was probably right—this was dangerous. But I couldn't risk seeing Chad get killed right there in front of me. So I had to do this. For him.

I felt sick to my stomach, as I walked toward the van.

Chad's POV

I let her walk away. Let her walk toward that van. Let her put herself in danger because of me.

"When ya get ov'r dere," the man hollered. "Jus' open da—"

"I LOVE YOU, SONNY!" I yelled at her back, my heart beating furiously; tears blurring my vision.

She turned slowly to face me, and I watched as a slow, sad smile crept up her face.

"Shut-up!" the man hissed in my ear, the knife blade pressing harder against my skin.

I would not shut-up, though. I closed my eyes, then opened them again, only to repeat the same words. "I LOVE YOU, AND…AND…"

I broke away from him, and ran as fast as could toward Sonny, my heart in my throat. When I reached her, I pulled her face close to mine, and whispered quickly, because I knew I only had a couple of seconds. "Don't you dare get hurt, Angel," I told her, shaking harder than ever before, before kissing her; entangling her flawless lips inside mine.