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A/N: Oh, jeezus. How could you guys have sent me so many amazing reviews!?! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU THIS STORY ISN'T ALL THAT AMAZING!?! Gah. Forget it! :P Minions of Pyro, read and enjoy!

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pyrolyn-776 Presents

The fifth installment of Somewhere Only We Know

A ChadSon fic

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"So? I wasn't."

First Sonny laughed, saying, "Chad, comedy isn't your calling. Leave that to the professionals, okay?" But when her blonde co-star didn't join in, like she had anticipated, she stopped and looked at him like he had gone off his happy pills. "What are you, stupid?"

He ignored her second comment, and instead told her, "As much as I hate to admit it, I'm inclined to agree. Chad Dylan Cooper does not do funny."

No. Of course not. Instead, Chad Dylan Cooper does stupid. Stupid, stupid boy.

Sonny, aggravated, blew that flimsy, annoying strand of hair out of her eyes, so that she could fully glare at him. "First off, don't talk in third person. And secondly, you shut up. You do not know what you're talking about and it's – it's not nice to mess with a girl's feelings. They're fragile, you know." She stuck her tongue out for good measure, her eyes closing.

What she didn't see was the soft smile that crossed over his stud-like features. She didn't witness how his head did this adorable little dip, nor did she see how his eyes quickly traced over her face – a small attempt at memorizing each detail.

He coughed and did that funny little boy thing guys do when they're nervous, rubbing the back of his head, and avoiding all eye contact. "What I'm saying, Sonny, is that I wasn't kidding."

The two sat in awkward silence. Sonny processing, Chad counting the number of different ways to "woo" her.

She swallowed tightly and then leaned forward. "Right. So, you're telling me that you like me? That you want to be more than friends?"

He chuckled and smiled, "Well, if you really want to…"

"Chad."

"I believe that is my name, yes. Don't you just love the way it rolls off of your tongue? Chad. It's like velvet."

"Chad!" Sonny almost yelled. How was it that he could go from being slightly sweet to borderline moron so quickly? Did he learn that little trick or did he have to go to school for it? Honestly, Sonny didn't know. What she did, was that Chad Dylan Cooper was an idiot, through and through.

His smile intensified and he pointed to her. "See? You do like saying it. Chad. Chad. Chad." Each time he said his name it got more dramatic. His speech and her annoyance.

Sonny began to mutter, "You insufferable - look. You're not into me, you just - " She stumbled for the right words, but they didn't come out the way she wanted.

Chad rested a hand over hers, and said with emotion, "Sonny, don't tell me how I feel. Let me tell you."

Sonny snorted. "Chad. I saw that episode of Mackenzie Falls! God, you're so stupid. If you really liked me you would've used an original line. But, no. Chad Dylan Cooper is too stupid for that! God Chad, you're a notorious womanizing fool! You go after every single co-star that'll give you the time of day. Well, guess what, stud! This is five and a half feet of conquest you shall not claim victory to!"

She nodded, once for herself, and a second time to show him that she was not about to give in to his womanizing charms.

And then he ruined her satisfaction with, "We'll see about that, Sonny."

Oh, boy. That sounded like a challenge.

"Is that a challenge?"

He smirked. "If it is, you're going to lose."

"Oh, you think so?" She leaned back and crossed her arms. There was absolutely no way that Chad Dylan Cooper could beat her at anything. She was too smart to let him, dang it.

"I don't think," he leaned in closer and with as much intimidation as he could muster, followed up with, "I know."

She laughed in his face, loudly with pure amusement. "I don't think you know either, idiot."

He thought about what he had said and what she had said back to him. When a crimson blush flushed his cheeks, his wise response was, "…shut up."

Eager to get things over with, Sonny laid both of her palms face down on his mahogany coffee table. "Fine. Here's how it's going to play out: I kiss you, you win. You kiss me, I win."

"Well, that doesn't sound too much like a competition, but you can bet on your life, Sonny, I'm going to win. What are the stakes?"

"If you win, I'll do, be, say – whatever you want me to." She waved her hand flippantly, already getting it into her head that she'd win. "Kissing for the movie doesn't count, by the way," she added as an afterthought.

He thought about it, weighed his options, and with pride shook his head. "No."

Sonny nearly fell out of her chair in shock. "What do you mean, no!?"

If Chad Dylan Cooper had been playing her the entire time, she'd kill him.

"If I win, you have to date me."

Correction: If Chad Dylan Cooper won, she'd kill herself.

She stared confused. Why would he want that of all things? "What? Fine. But if I win, which I will, you disappear from my life. Oh, and you have to stop being a jerk, too."

He smiled. She smiled. The entire room smiled – nervously of course. On cue, Chad said, "Deal."

"Great. Now, can we please get back to the script? I've really got to get this down if I'm going to be kissing a complete toad like you."

Chad smacked her thigh with his script. "Then when you kiss me I'll turn into your prince."

"It's a frog, you dip – ugh, you're not even worth the explanation."

"Whatever, Sonny. Now. Can we please get back to the script? You've really got to get this down if you're going to be swooning at me during every scene."

Sonny rolled her eyes. And to herself muttered, "You are so delusional it's scary."

A/N: This chapter is short because I'll be updating again in a couple of days or so. Review for me, please! I love youuuuu! (NO, REALLY! I DO!)