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Chapter Thirteen

SPOV

I couldn't believe how messed up Chad's life had been. Now I understood why he was the way he was. I was surprised that he wasn't more screwed up. I mean, he was abused and beaten for years, he killed his brother, and his parents now hate him. How unfair can life be? Why does bad stuff always happen to good people? I was lying in bed thinking. Chad was in the guest room right down the hall, but I wished he could be closer. I knew that mom would kill me if he slept in my room, or I slept in the guest room with him, but I so desperately wanted to be closer to him. I couldn't explain it; I just got a bad feeling, like I was starting to get sick, when I wasn't with him.

Closing my eyes, I tried to fall asleep, but I just couldn't. I jumped when I heard the stairs creak. It sounded like someone was coming upstairs. Grabbing the closest thing I could find, I silently crept across the room and out the door. I saw shadows from the kitchen, and went down to investigate. Somewhere, deep down, I knew I was being silly, that it was probably just mom, but I was somehow still scared.

"FREEZE!" I yelled, walking into the kitchen and raising my weapon.

"Woah! Sonny, chill!" Chad yelped in surprise.

"Sorry. What are you doing down here?"

"I wanted a drink. How about you?"

"I thought someone had broken in, so I came to scare them off."

"With a bra? Really, Sonny, really?"

"What?" I looked at my hands, confused, and saw that the 'weapon' I had grabbed was, indeed, a bra.

"Whoops. I guess I'm more tired than I thought I was. I thought it was a baseball bat."

"Go to bed, Sonny. You must be a light sleeper if I woke you up. I tried not to make any noise."

"Nah, don't worry, I was awake. Can't sleep."

"Oh. Well, join the club."

"You can't sleep? I thought you were tired?"

"I thought you were tired."

"Good point. Well, I guess we should go back to bed. We have filming tomorrow."

"Ugh! Who works on a Sunday? I mean, really?" I said, turning off the kitchen light as we began walking up the stairs.

"People who have a TV show to rehearse and film and only one week to do it in."

"I suppose. Maybe we should start filming one episode every two weeks?"

"You could ask, but I seriously doubt it."

"I know. Well, c'mon then." I said, starting to pull him towards my bedroom door.

"Erm, Sonny?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sleeping in the guest room, remember?"

"Okay, usually I'd be embarrassed, but I'm too tired to care. Neither of us can sleep, so we can just talk for a bit until we pass out."

"Okay, but I warn you, I'm pretty heavy, so you'll have a job carrying me to my bed."

"Well, then, we'll just have to share, won't we?" I said, blushing bright red when I realised how that sounded.

"Sure, Sonny. But remember, don't take advantage of me." He replied, smirking.

"Shut up! You know that's not what I meant!" I said, punching his arm playfully.

"Really, Sonny, really? Are you sure you weren't planning to rip my clothes off and have your wicked way with me?"

"Pretty sure! Now shut up, Chad!"

"Fine."

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"So, are we good?"

"Oh we are so good." I finished, kissing him hard on the lips.

Grabbing my waist, he pushed me up against the door, reaching for the handle. Pulling back for air, I smiled at him, giggling as the door flew open and we stumbled into the room.

Smiling, he kissed me again, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. We stood there for a while, until we had to breathe. He kissed me along my jaw, then along my neck, down to my collarbone, making me shiver with every touch. Finally drawing his lips back to mine, I kissed him even more deeply than before, and he moaned.

Before I even realised we'd been moving, my legs hit the side of the bed and I fell back, Chad on top of me. Some small part of me was screaming at me to stop, that this was going way too far. But the rest of me was on fire with desire to do more, to keep going. I had never wanted anything more than I wanted Chad at that moment in time.

"Sonny?" he asked, uncertainly.

"I'm fine. Better than fine. I'm great."

"You sure?" he asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Positive." I said, pulling him back to me. Reaching for the hem of his shirt, I pulled it over his head, throwing it across the room. I ran my hands down his chest, and he shivered. Giggling, I kissed him harder as he ran his fingers through my hair.

He reached down for the bottom of my shirt when I heard it. The sound of a door slamming. The front door. Gasping, I shot up, sending him flying.

"OW!" he gasped.

"Ssssshhhhh!" I yelled, putting my finger to my lips.

"Look, Sonny, if you wanted me to stop, you could have just said so."

"No! I mean, no, it's not that, it's just-" I was cut off as the door flew open, to reveal my mother, arms folded, looking very, very angry.

"Sonny? Would you like to explain this? Or is it what I think it is?"

"No mom, it's not what it looks like, I swear!"

"So, what, you were just talking and your clothes and hair just got messed up and his top 'accidentally' fell off? And I'm assuming he's on the floor because you were playing duck-duck-goose, right?"

"Erm, okay…maybe it is what it looks like."

"Oh, whatever. I'm too tired to be angry. I'm going to bed. Chad, you can stay here, but you sleep in the guest room, and Sonny, you stay in here, and no-one leaves their rooms until at least eight o'clock. Got it?"

"Got it, mom."

"Oh, and Sonny?"

"Yeah mom?"

"Nice one. He's hot!"

"MOM!" I shouted, once again turning red.

"Sonny!" she shouted back, laughing at me. She walked out, and Chad smiled at me, embarrassed.

"Sorry about that. I should have-"

"Forget about it Chad. It's fine."

"By the way, you look like a tomato again."

"A sexy tomato!"

"Don't I know it!" he smirked, kissing me on the cheek again before walking out. I slept much easier after that.