Risky Business

" Well you drive me crazy half the time,

The other half I'm only trying

To let you know that what I feel is true"

-16-

December 18, 2014

We hadn't talked.

Okay, well, scratch that, we've been talking. Everyday. Chad's been sleeping on my couch every night. But we haven't talked about our Situation.

I call it Situation (not to be confused with the weirdo from that Jersey show), because I really don't know what else to call it.

Chad and I shared these amazing, mind-blowing kisses – but I had absolutely no idea as to what they meant. And, obviously, neither did Chad.

But they meant something.

From the looks that he gives me when I attempt to bring it up, I knew that they had some kind of effect on him.

But Chad's chosen to go back to our old ways (talking about the glory of puke bags and why some call soda 'pop' and all). Every morning when I wake up, he gives me a peck on the cheek, and, at night before I go to bed, he pecks me on the lips. But besides that? Nothing.

Incase you're wondering, though, our charade is still going strong. Everyone believes that we're still madly in love and all of that other wonderful stuff.

In the past five days, we've been to eight different Christmas parties – and last night, Chad surprised me with one at my apartment.

Not that I have anything against Christmas colors, but I've never seen so much red, green, gold, and silver.

Also? Chad sleeps in Rudolph pajamas. I just needed to get that out there.

But where were we?

Oh. Right. Me, standing in my kitchen, drooling over the leftover chocolate cupcakes from the party last night. Chad went out a little bit ago to purchase Starbucks (again, I'm in love with him, so…)…leaving me alone.

And that's when I saw it.

I wasn't the only one staring longingly at the cupcakes.

Up on the shelf where I keep my Oreos, Twix, and Chips Ahoy stashed, a little critter with beady black eyes was staring at the cupcakes too.

I screamed.

And then…threw a cupcake at the rat.

Ooo000ooO

"Christmas is almost here!" This came from the little critter prancing around my feet, dancing and jumping up and down. Never had I ever seen anyone so happy in my life. Only Aubree.

I knelt down to her level, offering her my biggest smile, "Are you excited to see Santa?"

Or, the Santa at the mall. And I also talked Chad into getting a rental to surprise his niece (because I'm good like that).

Instead of jumping up and down with more elation, Aubree just tilted her head and pursed her lips. "Santa's cool and all, Auntie Sonny, but Jesus' birthday is the real celebration here."

Heat crawled into my cheeks as I eyed the pint-sized girl. My eyes then flickered to her parents with smirks on their faces.

Then I looked at Chad, who still managed to have a hold of my hand, who was smiling goofily at his niece.

I would be too, if I hadn't been the one talking to a child in a childish way.

Oh, well.

"So are your suitcases in the car?" I smiled at nodded towards Jason, and glared at Chad so he'd go help his brother-in-law.

Excitingly enough, after I had WWIII with the rat this morning, I called Chad, screaming. He was already planning on going to stay with Jamie and Jason until Christmas, and I had an opened invitation, so they just recommended that I come over early.

Let me tell you something about rats…they're downright terrifying. And they also stink. Just saying. And…they really, really like cupcakes.

Besides all of this, Aubree was also elated over the fact that I was here because we'd get to have "slumber parties" together.

I get to stay in her room.

Then again, anything is better than staying with rats.

"Auntie Sonny, how exciting is it that we get to bake? And Mommy's been craving chocolate so she said we can use lots of chocolate chips in the cookies!" This was all said as Aubree's little hand wound its way around my own and she proceeded to drag me into the kitchen.

That's when I stopped in my tracks.

Jamie had about three bags of chocolate chips on the counter. There were also three packages of Oreos, and two boxes of Twix candy bars.

I've heard Elvis Presley sing, I've seen a picture of Chris Pine shirtless, and I've kissed Chad Dylan Cooper. Sadly, none of these things made drool come into my mouth as quickly as seeing all of that chocolate did.

Self control, Sonny – get some.

"Chocolate got your tongue?" Two hands were gripping my shoulders and Chad's warm breath against my cheek sent a shiver down my spine. I was momentarily grateful that Aubree was helping herself to an Oreo – so she didn't have to see how unglued I was quickly becoming.

"Mmmm-hmmm." Because, clearly, I was incapable of forming a semi-decent answer.

"Sonny," Chad's warm breath was nearly killing me, "you're kind of drooling, y'know?"

Way to ruin the moment Chad.

As quick as they appeared, Chad's hands were off of me, and he walked over to the chocolate. Ever so slowly (and with a smirk), Chad picked up the package of Oreos. And yes…I felt a little drool dribble onto my chin.

He then peeled back the cover, reached his hand into the little crate, and took out an Oreo. After that, he decided it would be fun to walk at .0000000000001 miles per hour towards me, whilst twirling the cookie in his hands.

In all honesty, if Aubree hadn't been watching with an adamant fascination, I would've kicked Chad down, stolen the cookie, and run.

"Oh for the love of Justin Bieber's Baby, just give me the damn cookie!"

Self control. I'm such an expert on it.

Two seconds later, I had devoured the cookie, causing Chad to mop up the crumbs on my neck and chin with the palm of his hand.

Here's the thing, I just don't understand why Chad hasn't confessed his love for me already. I mean, isn't it every guys dream to find a girl who can pack away food?

No? Just a myth?

Hmmm…

"Was the cookie good, Sonny?" Chad was looking at me, mouth still turned up in a smirk, eyes dancing.

"That really, really wasn't your best pick up line, Cooper."

Ooo000ooO

December 19, 2014

My fans are the greatest. I'd just like to get that out there.

However…For some odd reason, they think that I'm able to do anything and everything. And, with that statement, I found out this morning from my manager that a petition had been set that I go to the Movie Stars on Ice Christmas party.

It had three million signatures.

Here's the thing… I have absolutely no idea how to ice skate. Don't get me wrong, I've tried ice skating before. The first time, my mother rented one of those ice-walkers that helped hold me up. The time after that, I broke my ankle (in four places…How, I have no idea.).

See? I can't skate.

And Chad… Chad was enjoying my misery over this skating thing way too much.

"It's okay Sonny, I'll teach you." (This came in between bouts of Chad's laughter.)

I know what you're thinking. Boy tells girl that he'll teach her to skate. Boy and girl will go to skating rink, and girl will trip a little, but the boy will catch her. Then, as the boy is holding the girl in his arms, they'll share a moment, looking into each other's eyes, and kiss. Then, some romantic song like… "Alejandro" by Lady Gaga will come on and boy and girl will skate around the rink daydreaming about what cute kids they'll have.

I just settled for laughing in Chad's face.

You see, I've already kissed him (more than once), and Lady Gaga has no idea what a romantic song means.

And if Chad Dylan Cooper thinks that he's going to teach me how to ice skate, he's sadly mistaken. I'd rather slow dance with the rat from my kitchen than have to have two feet plastered against horrible, slippery ice.

"Chad, -I"

"You have to learn, Sonny." I narrowed my eyes at Chad. "Didn't you sign some sort of contract with your management team agreeing to do whatever publicity stunts that they needed you to do?"

Oh, what would that be, Chad? Finally coming out in public with you and saying that we're together and in love? Wait. Nope. That was our idea that we agreed to verbally…and it's messed with my feelings, made me question our friendship, and…

I completely and utterly in love with you. Why won't you tell me that you feel the same way?

But…

Where were we?

Contract. Right. Crap.

"Um…"

"Yep." Chad snickered (not to be confused with Snickers Bar, which sounds devastatingly good, right at this moment). "I'll teach you how to skate."

Lyrics: Orral, RE; Angelo; Swift, T - I'm Only Me When I'm With You by Taylor Swift

A/N: Okay, for this short chapter...I just want to say how sweet all of you are! Thank you so much for reading it! And I hope that you liked the chapter.