Before you ask, no I did not create the whole party idea just to narrate with songs. The opportunity merely presented itself and I took advantage. Music is something very important to me; melody and rhythm have been flowing in my veins far longer than words, and when word-weaving and music co-mingle, sparks fly and the creativity just flows.

Thanks again for all your comments! Sorry all my chapters are only about 1,000 words each...I prefer to keep it short so no one (including me) begins to feel overwhelmed. I mean, it's a fanfiction, not a fantasy novel.


Sonny

Every time! Had people made it a pastime to interrupt our precious Sonny/Chad moments?

After a I got a few "and think of all I've done for you!"s and a handful of "am I just not important to you anymore?"s, but the main thing on my mind through Tawni's tirade wasn't Chad's look of combined horror and disgust, nor was it the catchy beginning of Sweetness by Jimmy Eat World, which was now blasting inside.

What was on my mind, I was just about to speak. "Who invited you?"

Tawni faltered mid-rant and pulled back her finger, which was pointed straight at my chest, folding her arms and giving me a stubborn upturn of the nose. "Well, you didn't, which I find incredibly rude."

She turned to stalk away, but I caught her pink-leather-clad shoulder before her French-tipped fingers could reach the handle of the door. "You didn't answer my question," I said, leveling with her smugness, trying to keep the tiny hint of devious fire from smoldering in my eyes.

She pursed her glossy lips, obviously under pressure. Luckily for her, she didn't need to open her mouth, because as her eyes searched her lids for a far-fetched answer, the door swung open behind her and the arms of none other than Skyler DeVane slithered around Tawni's waist. A face recognizable to the fans of Mackenzie Falls as Mackenzie's evil half-brother appeared over my startled cast mate's shoulder, smiling blissfully.

Then, he caught sight of Chad, tracing his gaze down Chad's arm to where our fingers interlocked. His smile had slowly inverted until he finally looked at my face, portraying my rapture at the fact I had something to lecture Tawni about now.

"You hypocrite!" I said. "You have been telling me for—how long now?—that I shouldn't date Chad because he's on our rival show? How do you explain that?"

"Well—we…I…"

Chad and I exchanged mischievous looks and donned identical smirks. "Well, well, well, Sonny, I don't think it would be fair to ever let them forget this."

"No, Chad, I don't believe it would."

"And I now pronounce Skyler a copycat. Dating a Random…you should be ashamed," said Chad with an air of thick dissatisfaction, like a parent in a high place who expected more of their son.

"Actually, Chad Dylan Cooper," Skyler spat back, though a bit shakily. "I was dating Tawni way before you two even started."

"Ha! Fraternizing with the enemy, then!" Chad accused. I stifled a giggle; Chad was clearly enjoying this too much.

"Catch-22, much? That's not fair!" Tawni whined.

"Come on, Tawn," Skyler said, glaring at Chad and I and standing beside Tawni to take her by the hand. "We can find better company than this."

As soon as the expensive balcony doors closed behind them, Chad and I bent over double in a fit of laughter. "They look ridiculous together!"

"I know, right? But seriously," Chad added, regaining composure, "I have a few choice words for that guy. And maybe it's time for Devon to join a reality survival TV show on a deserted island with ferocious beasts a maniacal host who is actually an insane asylum escapee…"

I stared at Chad, feeling the color drain from his face. The fact that he was able to come up with this stuff without even thinking made me shudder.

"Just…just kidding, of course…ha…" He gave a forced laugh. Then he looked at me, seeing I was now shivering; the cold morning air was finally getting to me. "Do you want to go back inside, now? I think you should be okay…and if you like…collapse…again, I'll take you home."

I smiled half-heartedly. Home…where was that now? I mean, I was living with Chad, but…

"I've been thinking about giving my mom a serious apology. But I don't know if she'll accept it. I just feel like…I've hurt her so much, you know? But I don't think she'll forgive me."

Chad stepped close enough to me that our toes were touching, and reached his hands around to my back. I didn't realize until he pulled me into a hug that my eyes had started tearing up. "Sonny, honey, don't worry about that just yet. It'll be okay, just let this thing stretch out a little bit more, you know? Let her anger dwindle."

We stood there silently for a bit, and the song changed (Here In Your Arms by Hellogoodbye). "Sonny, it's cold outside. I think we should go in."

He let go and stepped back an arm's length away, with his strong hands on my shoulders.

"Actually, I'm perfectly content here. As long as your arms are here to warm me up."

Another warm hug turned slowly into rocking back and forth, and before long we were performing an all-out slow dance. I never knew I could even do that.

Our lips can touch

And our cheeks can brush

Our lips can touch

Here

We weren't exactly dancing to the beat, like the people trying to rave inside, but we were more sentient to our own beat. Apparently, Chad's heart was going just as fast as mine.

There's no place else I could be but Here in your arms