All of my readers know, I tell you guys why I'm slow or fast with updating my stories or why certain one-shots are made. So I'm going to give you a little background on this story

Sterlingismyknight requested this story and since then, we've become partners in crime and are always tossing around ideas and trying to come up with the perfect thing for our reviewers and readers. We take ideas and suggestions to consideration and try to fit in everyone's thoughts so you guys can be a part of it to. We love when you give us help with things like presents and stuff that should happen, it's great.

And you guys are so supportive too, it's crazy. When I got her PM saying she wanted me to write a love story about Chase, I had no idea it get this big. I'm known for my updating to be a bit sketchy and all over the place-something I really need to work on by the way. Planning and editing isn't my thing, and my obvious spelling mistakes and easily messed-up-late-night grammar mistakes are seen in my writing.

I want to be a writer. Like everyone else on this sight. But I never thought that people would actually love my stories and always want alerts and stuff for more. I've never been good with confidence in my stories, most people brining me down because of them saying that I'd never get people to like my stories. And you know it's a sign you need to get better friend when complete strangers are more supportive of your writing skills than the people you know are, i.e. the people at school or other places.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is thank you. Everyone loves the story so far. And I got a review saying that person (Corii, I think the name was) was hesitant to read this story-I'm so glad you were hesitant to read this! I was hesitant to write it.

This isn't going to be a special chapter or anything. This was just something that I needed to get off my chest and didn't want to post it on my profile. I'm weird like that.

Chase's Pov

"Guess who?"

Her hands were warm as they covered my eyes. I already had a perfect picture of how she looked behind me: standing on the tips of her Converse, eyes shining and smiling and she leaned her head against my back.

I tapped my foot against the floor and tried to think of the last person Christine would want to be mistaken for. "Is it Snooki?" I supplied, peeling her fingers away and turning, grinning down at her as she wrinkled her nose.

"God, no," Christine responded, "that walking tan machine has some serious problems going on." I laughed and kissed her cheek, pulling away in time to see her face flush and her eyes duck to floor. "Who's on watch this time?"

Christine subtly motioned her head toward a small skinny guy warily looking over the top of a comic book. "The Nerd Patrol."

I sighed and shook my head. "They're nice guys," I said, "but I don't really think I can depend on them with hiding our relationship."

"Ditto to that."

I laughed and kissed her cheek before hurrying and pulling her toward a closet. Most of the school-staff included, oddly enough-knew about Christine and mine relationship secrecy and had gotten used to it. The teachers, female ones mostly, apparently found it 'cute' and 'proof that we're not puppy love like the rest of the school's boyfriends and girlfriends'. And that's just what I heard in teacher's lounge.

Just as I was opening the door, the lovely Miss Perry herself stepped up to us. "What do you maggots think you're doing?" she demanded, arms crossed. "I don't need the likes of you breaking the school's cleaning equipment. We don't need to buy anymore!"

Christine looked at me and pressed her lips together. She stood straighter, giving Miss Perry an even look. "This is a couple's crisis," she stated as if explained everything-and it kind of did. "And aren't you supposed to be at home, guarding your cats from your mother?"

Miss Perry glanced around suspiciously before darting off to who knows where. I laughed and pulled Christine into the closet, making sure the door was locked and the walkie talkie in the sink was on.

"Happy anniversary," Christine grinned before reaching up and pressing her lips to mine. Smiling against her lips, I pulled her closer and turned us around, her back pressing to the door. Despite the awful smell of stale bleach and the dirt clinging to everything, this had be the best moment of my life. I gripped her waist harder and Christine pulled on my hair, my arms tightly around my neck. She sighed as I kissed down her jaw, stopping and kissing her lips again.

We both pulled away and looked at each other, panting. I leaned down so my mouth was right next to her ear. "Happy anniversary," I whispered before kissing her again.

No one's Pov

The couple spent the whole school day hiding and sneaking kisses and romantic looks each other's way. Their friends and helpers found it an odd combination of cute and disgusting the whole time.

When the end of the day approached, Christine didn't even have a chance to risk a good-bye kiss before being dragged out the doors by a mysterious curly haired girl and Sammie. "Why are you two kidnapping me?" she asked bluntly as they came to a stop in front of Sammie's house.

"This is Janelle," she introduced instead of answering. The other girl waved as they dragged the confused brunette up the stairs. "And we're getting you ready for your date."

Christine looked at the two smiling girls weirdly before glancing to the bed. "You already have it pick out?" she questioned, staring the black and white stripped tank, blue knee length skirt, short black leggings, and brown heeled boots taking up the queen sized quilt.

"This is nothing," retorted Janelle with a wave of her hand. "On her last date with Rodney Kelly, she had her outfit picked out for three weeks-two weeks before he even asked her."

Sammie blushed and started bustling around her room, gathering up perfume bottles and make-ups kits into her arms. "Let focus on the problem at hand: getting Christine beautified." The aforementioned girl shot her eyebrows to her hairline.

"What that supposed to be a compliment?" she thought a loud, her question going unanswered as she was ambushed by clothes then pushed into the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later Christine was standing in front of a familiar full length mirror, admiring her friends' quick work. In just that short amount of time, she'd been shoved into an amazing outfit-thank God she and Sammie were the same size-, had her hair brushed and sprayed, perfumed and mascaraed, and thanks to Janelle's handiwork, bejeweled almost ridiculously well.

"And you're sure you don't mind me wearing stuff?" Christine worried as she examined the rubies hanging from her ears and the silver bands resting on her wrists.

Sammie dismissed her words and fussed with her top, straightening it out then smoothing her hair and fixing the diamond studded headband. "There," she said satisfied. "You look amazing."

Janelle clapped her hands together and jumped up and down. "Absolutely perfect," she agreed.

Christine one more glance in the mirror. She messed with a curl (ignoring Sammie's complaining when she did so). "Thank you guys so much," she finally sighed out, turning and hugging the two girls. When she pulled away, Christine smiled. "Now it's time to the presents ready."

"So why exactly are the two of you helping me get ready?" Chase asked as Leo and Bree ran in and out of his closet and picked at the stuff in his drawers. "Why can't I just do it by myself?"

Bree stopped from where she was raiding his top drawer, a shirt in hand. "You're regular plaid shirt, under shirt, and jeans make work on a daily basis," she exclaimed, "but this is one of your first milestones in a relationship. And I'm not going to let your fashion sense (or lack of) ruin that, especially when it's with one of my best friends."

Chase paused, not sure whether to be flattered his sister cared so much or insulted because of all the major digs she made about his dressing style. He didn't have any time to respond, Bree tossing clothes at him and Leo shoving him into the bathroom, tossing in a comb and a small bottle of cologne for good measure.

Short minutes later, Bree fussed around him while Leo held up a hand mirror in front of him. "Would you quit moving so much?" the brunette grumbled as she fixed Chase's shirt buttons and straightened his tie.

Bree, to put it mildly, had been disappointed by her brother's wardrobe. It never struck her how Chase seemed to wear the same type of clothes over and over-it all being so plain and predictable. Leo had apparently felt mutual, except being way more open with his feelings.

"Seriously dude," Leo rattled on. "Have you ever thought of anything other than sweater vests and high tops?"

"At least we found something remotely flattering," answered Bree, stepping back and crossing her arms. She thought her work was good: a blue plaid button down, white and blue stripped tie, black skater jeans, and grey high tops.

Bree dipped her hand in a shallow container of hair gel and ran it through Chase's hair. "That stuff smells disgusting," he complained, huffing as she wiped her hand on his hand then attacked it with a comb. Once she was positive she had it at a perfect spiky state, she stopped and gave him a look, cursing mentally that he was taller, know her glare would have been a lot more effective if he wasn't.

"Deal with it," she advised, looking him again, checking for any flaws in her work. (Leo would argue that he helped to, but all he did was hold a mirror and brush and tried to look pretty while doing so.) "If anything, the smell will wear off." Then she turned and muttered under her breath, "eventually," but knew full well that he could hear it.

"Thanks," Chase said finally, taking the mirror out of Leo's grasp and holding it up, inspecting the finished piece himself. After deciding he looked good, he thanked his siblings again before glancing at his watch and confirming if kept obsessing about being late-he was going to be late.

Christine's Pov

I was officially in freak-out mode. As Janelle Sammie had assured me earlier, I had no reason to be. At a secret meeting before school later that week, it had been confirmed that both Davenport and my dad had a meeting ever from 4-11 or 5-12, my dad of course getting the latter. Rachel, being ever so official, had stated our anniversary whatever-it-was-going-to-be had to be from 4:45 to 9:55, giving us plenty of time to bond and do whatever couple-y stuff we did. (I think the stress of doing all this for us and not even having a boyfriend of her own was getting to her.)

When it was finally 4:30, I told Rem good-bye, gripped Chase's present bag tightly and continued down the street to the ancient part of downtown. I recited my cover story in my head- I'm on my way to my friend's birthday party. It's at that fancy restraint downtown and she's really into all that science stuff.

When I was good five or six blocks away, I could finally breathe easier. I'd always been told that I suffer from extreme paranoia; my dad had left more than half an hour ago, I was in the clear…for now, anyways.

I kept my head low and avoided contact with the other people roaming the streets and stopped in front of an abandoned building with a rusty sign and vines crawling up the walls. The building itself seemed perfectly harmless, the structure being what worried me most. But I had to admit, our friends did a good job of cleaning it up.

I snuck to the back, slipping in through the back door that's for some reason always unlocked. The room-or maybe just the whole building- held an old musty smell, like the way an ancient book would smell.

"Christine?"

I jumped at the sound of Chase's voice and followed it into a spacious room that was empty of furniture. Tall bookshelves were pressed to either. Lighted candles lined the walls with a vase of flowers sitting in place on a vacant book shelf.

"Our friends are crazy," Chase put it simply, standing next a blanket in the middle of the room, gripping a picnic basket in one hand and a single red tulip in the other. He smiled at me while bowing mockingly, the tulip held out in front of him. "For you, madam."

Giggling loudly, I take it and curtsey. "Why thank you, kind sir." We face each other, looking at each other before busting out laughing and sitting down on the blanket. "You look great," I commented, reaching out and pulling slightly at his tie. "But what's with the tie?"

Chase shrugged, unpacking the food and handing me a paper plate and napkin. "Don't ask me," he said, "Bree did all the work." Then he stopped, paused, and looked at my clothes. "And you're looking as gorgeous as always."

I blushed and viewed everything he had unpacked: Watermelon, grapes, tiny sandwiches, celery sticks coated with peanut butter and raisins, a huge variety of cookies, and apple cider. "And how exactly did you sneak all this?" I questioned, eyeing the juicy watermelon.

Chase handed me a fork. "Tasha set it up with one of her friends from book club who owns a restaurant with her family," he explained. "And something about her and her husband loving our 'modern love story' helped convince her." Chase shook his head and smiled at me. "People are a little crazy nowadays."

We pile up our plates and poured our drinks, talking about all the crazy stuff going on at home. Adam kept complaining about how he didn't have a pet cow, Leo's obsessing about asking Janelle out, and Bree is trying to find a way for Davenport and my dad to make peace. Rem is starting to get into garden magazines, my dad's been burying himself in his work, growing apart from me, and Janelle won't stop bugging about how she isn't going out with Leo (but refused to make the first move).

After having the most awesome food catching competition, hogging down most the cookies and sandwiches, and laughing about how oblivious Janelle and Leo were to the others' feelings, it was getting closer to sunset and I still hadn't given Chase his present yet. And just when I was about to say something about it, Chase wiped off his hands and grabbed something from his back pocket. "I have something for you," he stated holding it in his hands.

"Good," I said, grabbing the back from where I set it aside, "because I have something you, too." After bickering about who went first and why, Chase won and held out a small velvet box.

"I really hope you like it," Chase said with a cheeky smile, handing it to me gently. I smiled and kissed his cheek, pulling back to see him blushing. I felt his eyes watching as I opened the lid and gasped. With a hand to my heart, everything played out in a perfect cliché moment as tears started falling when pulling the locket out and gawking out the beautifully captured swan.

"You like it, don't you?" rambled Chase, staring his hands. "Because if you don't I can just take it back you can pick out something else…"

I stopped him mid-rant, launching myself at him in a tackle hug, my tears dripping onto his shoulder. I clutched him with one hand while my other clung onto the locket. "Don't you dare, Chase Davenport," I protested my words sounding muffled as I buried my face in his shoulder. "This is the best thing I've ever gotten."

I felt his body relax as Chase let out a breath and hugged me back just as tightly. We stayed like that for a bit longer; pulling away with equally sappy grins and sparks in our eyes. "Does this mean I can get my present now?" Chase asked, hand holding onto my arms.

Freezing, my eyes darted back to the bag and back to Chase. My nerves started up again and I doubted what I got him would compare to what he got me. "Are you sure you still want it?" I asked weakly, fingering the shining bronze chain of my locket, refusing to meet his eyes.

Chase squeezed my arm in assurance. "I'm positive I'll love it, Chris," he whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek as he pulled away. "Now please let me see it."

I sighed and met his eyes, melting in their pools of warmth-the bag being pushed into his hands. Chase kissed my head and I held my breath as he pulled out each item one by one. "Do you hate it?" I asked, cringing in wait for his words.

"Chrissie," Chase started, "I love it." My eyes popped open in shock as it was his turn to tackle me. The stuffed dolphin I bought was smashed between our bodies as he gripped the couple of posters in his hands. Pulling away, Chase was beaming. "Where did you even find it?"

"You know the Science Toy Barn a couple streets away from the park we meet at?" I said, pointing at my hands as he nodded. "I dragged Rachel there because I knew you loved the show and the couple that owns the place was going to put the posters up in storage, but I thought that they'd be perfect for you."

Chase leaned in, pecking my lips before lingering away. "Happy month anniversary," he said happily before kissing me again. "You know me way too well.

I leaned my forehead against his, fingers playing with his hair. "And you really know how to treat a girl," I giggled, leaning in again.

"That has got to be the sweetest thing I've ever heard in my entire life!" Rachel and Trina squealed, smiling at me from my computer screen.

I was camping out in my closet. Even though all the rooms in the house were soundproof and the walls were ten layers thick, my room had appeared bug-free when I searched it earlier, I still didn't trust my dad and how he always knew something-more like anything-before I told him, even if I didn't want to tell him. So that was how I ended sitting behind all my hanging clothes, staring at my friend's excited faces in the dark.

"And then after that, he said that if I thought I was being spoiled now, I had to wait and see the presents when we're married," I finished. By now my face was flushed and I was feeling on top of the world.

Trina gasped while Rachel shrieked, jumping up from her desk chair and jumping up and down again and again. "Do you know what this means?" she trills, face as flushed as mine. "He wants to marry you someday! This is HUGE!"

I grinned widely, body tingling and mind numb. I had the best boyfriend in the world.

I'm so sorry for the wait. And if just skipped over the A/N at the beginning, please go back and read it for me. And reviews are awesome. :)