Hey guys! I know Sonny has been pretty OOC for this fic, and even more so in this chapter, but you have to remember she's older in this, and she's obviously going to be different as she's on Mack Falls instead of So Random. Chad and Sonny take their relationship a step further in this chap, so I'm sorry if you weren't expecting it, or don't really want it. It's not graphic, but if you don't like, don't read!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything excpet the plot line!
Chapter Twenty-One
When we left the studios that night, Chad drove me straight to my house. On the way, it started raining. Crossing my fingers, I hoped it wasn't a thunderstorm. I had been afraid of thunder all my life and it had only gotten worse as I got older. Kissing Chad goodbye quickly, I jumped out the car and ran to the front door. I waved as he drove off, then opened the door and went inside. Turning on all the lights, I relaxed, leaning against the door. That is, until I heard it. The unmistakeable boom of thunder. Wincing, I dropped my bag and ran to my room. I jumped on my bed and curled up in a tight ball, planning to stay like that until it ended.
I was surprised when my phone rang not long later. Shakily, I reached out to grab it from my dresser.
"Hello?" I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Sonny? It's mom. Are you okay? I'm sorry, I can't come home. Can you ask one of your friends from the cast to come over? Or Lucy, she lives nearby."
"I-I'll be f-f-fine, mom."
"No, Sonny, you won't. Call Lucy."
"O-okay then. B-bye."
"Bye sweetie. I'll call back in half an hour to make sure you're okay."
"Thanks m-m-mom." I know it seems irrational, but I was literally terrified.
Dialling Lucy's number, I waited as it rang. Her mom answered.
"Sonny?" she asked. Dammit. There was no way she would let me speak to Lucy, let alone let Lucy come over.
"C-c-can I speak t-to L-L-Lucy please?" I asked.
"Sonny, it's eleven o'clock. No, you most certainly cannot speak to Lucy."
"B-but its im-im-import-tant."
"I don't care. Lucy is asleep. Goodnight." She said curtly, hanging up quickly. I had no choice. Unless I wanted to spend the night alone, which I really didn't, I had to call Chad.
He answered on the first ring.
"Ch-Chad?"
"Sonny? What's wrong?" he asked, sounding worried.
"C-c-can you come over? P-p-please?"
"Sure. I'm on my way." I heard keys jangling.
"C-can you s-s-stay on the ph-phone?"
"Yeah. So, what's up?"
"I'm s-scared of thunderstorms." I whispered, embarrassed.
"Oh. Well, no worries, I'll be there soon."
"Thanks, Chad. You're the best. Can you just talk?"
"About what?"
"Anything. Just keep talking. It calms me down."
"Okay. Well, you're not the only person I know who's afraid of thunder."
"Really?"
"Yup. My Aunt is. You know the one I live with? She can't be alone in the house if there's a storm. She gets really shaky, and can't talk at all. Honestly, it used to scare me, but after a few months I got used to it, and now I know what to do when it happens?"
"What d-do you do?" I asked, intrigued.
"Well, I make her a hot chocolate. She usually spills most of it, but then I make her another one, and she drinks all of it. Then, if she wants, I make her another, or if not, I get her some ice-cream."
So that's why he didn't laugh, or even sound surprised when I told him I was scared.
"Wow. Sounds great. I never knew you were so c-caring."
"Well, usually I'm not. But when it comes to the people I love, which is pretty much just my Aunt and you, I can't not care."
"Aw, thanks!"
"Anytime. I'm just pulling into the drive now. You in your room?"
"Yeah. The door's open, can you just come up?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna hang up now, 'kay?"
"Yeah. See you in a minute."
I listened as the door opened and closed. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and then smiled when the door opened and he poked his head around it.
"Hey, Sonshine!" he said, walking towards the bed and jumping on it. I screamed as I flew into the air, and then started laughing, and he soon joined in.
"Thanks Chad! I feel better already!" I smiled.
"I tend to have that effect on people."
"I know. So, are you okay now?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you know, what happened with Portlyn. Are you okay?"
"Sonny, it was a year ago. I'm fine."
"I meant what happened today, dopey."
"Yeah, I'm fine. I was mostly upset because I thought I'd lose you. But I haven't, so it's okay."
"Oh. Well, good. What do you want to do?"
"I can think of a few things…"
"Erm…I have monopoly! And, erm, movies! Yeah, we could watch a movie!" I was nervous for some reason. Maybe it was just because we were alone, or because we were in my room, on my bed…
"Really, Sonny, really? Monopoly?"
"Well, I'm just…nervous, okay?" I blurted, feeling my cheeks heat up.
"Why? Because we're all alone? No distractions, nothing to stop us from…" he trailed off, moving closer to me. I couldn't stand it anymore. I closed the distance between us and kissed him.
This time it was different. It was…urgent. I felt so many different emotions, but the most obvious was need. I needed him. It was as simple as that. Pulling him with me, I lay back. It felt so good to feel his weight on top of me. I shuddered. I knew that I should stop, that this was going too far, but as I pulled his shirt over his head, I couldn't bring myself to pull away.
I moaned as he ran his hands up my back, under my top. Reaching down, I helped him tug it over my head. I blushed, but this time, I didn't cover myself. Pulling away, he looked at me. Really looked at me, in a way no-one has ever looked at me before. I could see longing in his eyes, and desire, but mostly I could see love. It was then that I knew he really loved me.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Are you sure about this? I mean, I want to, a lot, but I don't want you to do anything you'll regret, or-" I cut him off with a kiss.
"Chad, be quiet. I'm sure. I'm positive. We're both seventeen, nearly eighteen, and I'm ready."
"Okay…" he still looked hesitant, so I pulled him back to me for another searing kiss, leaving us both breathless.
"Am I doing a good job convincing you?" I asked, trying to sound flirty.
"Yeah. But I'm not quite convinced. I think I might need a little more convincing…"
Shaking with nerves, I quickly kissed him again. This wasn't something I had planned to do until I was married, but I knew I was ready. I had never felt as scared as I did right then, but I wanted this. All my life I had been a good girl, living up to everyone's expectations, never doing anything wrong. So, obviously, I was worried about what would happen. But no-one but me and Chad ever have to know.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't doing this to prove anything. I was in love, and we'd been dating for a while. We were ready for this.