SPOV

The color blue surrounded me. Blue everything, except for the small brown accents thrown around the room. It was like I was on the beach, watching the ocean with my feet in the sand. From further inspection, I realized that there was a tan couch in the middle of the room, meaning I must not be at the beach. Then, where am I? I looked down at the vibrant blue carpet I was sitting on, and the brown rug on top of it. The material of the carpet looked hard, but it felt soo wonderfully soft. Like I was resting on a cloud. And the shade of brown looked like it shouldn't go with the blue at all, but it fit perfectly.

"Sonny, ready to go pick up the kids?" a man who looked to be in his thirty's appeared. His voice sounded so familiar…just deeper. His blonde eyebrows raised at me in confusion, as his piercing blue eyes squinted. I immediately stiffened. Who. Oh. Whoa. Wait. Whoa. "C-Chad?" I managed to get out. "Kids? What kids?" I asked.

"Our kids? You know, the ones who are waiting for us at school right now? What's wrong with you? I thought we were saving the wine for later tonight." he laughed. My eyes grew wide and my mouth was wide open. "Kids? I don't have any kids! And neither do you!"

"Oh, I get it. You're pretending we don't have any kids for the weekend since they're going to Mom's house, right? I bet they'd feel so loved if they heard that."

I blinked at him. "W-What are you talking about? I don't even like you!"

"Wow. De ja vu much? You said that exact same thing like 17 years ago." by this time he had walked over to me and bent down at my level. I started at the hand he had reached out and hesitantly grabbed it. The familiar sparks I felt when he touched me verified that this is definitely Chad.

"You sure you're okay?" he looked at me suspiciously.

"Yeah…um…are we married?"

"Come on." he laughed. "We have to go."

I stood, and he leaned in. When his lovely pink lips were about to touch mine...I took a deep breath and...CLAPCLAPBOOM!

My eyes flew open and I frantically searched across the room. Let's see…hormonal teenagers in sleeping bags scattered across the room, smell of burnt popcorn still drifting through the air, TV on mute, two eyes, two feet, two…everything else. I'm back.

Great. Another Chad dream.

I listened to the sound of the wind tearing through the palm trees outside, followed by the boomboomboom of the thunder, and the crackling sound of the lightning that made me think that someone was trying to tear through the sky. I tried to fall back asleep, but it wasn't going very well because of the storm. I've been terrified of them since I was a little girl, and I could never fall asleep unless I was sleeping with my mom.

I glanced at the microwave clock. 4:57AM. I groaned to myself and got out of the sleeping bag. No point in trying to sleep anymore, I know I won't be able to. I'll just go on my computer or something for a few hours, then wake up the others.

I dragged myself down the hallway, to my bedroom. I searched the wall with my hand for the light switch, and finally felt the glitter underneath my finger tips and flicked it on.

"Ahh!" I screamed in surprise. There was someone in my bed…but everyone was in the living room. I tip-toed over to my bed to see exactly who this intruder was, and grabbed my first tennis racket that was hanging on the wall, ready to attack.

As I moved closer and closer, the figure started to shift. "Oh boy are you in for it, Mr. Intruder." I whispered to myself as I approached. "Sonny…Sonny…" moaned the groggy voice. Huh? Mr. Intruder knows my name? I lifted the blanked off of his shoulder and gasped. "Chad?" he turned over to face me, still half-sleep. "Ohh hey Sonny" he slurred. "What's up?"

"Chad? What's up? What are you doing in my bed, Chad?"

He sat up in my bed, now wide awake. "Do you like saying my name? Because you've said it like three times in the past ten seconds."

"More like you like saying my name, Cooper. Seriously, how often do you dream about me?" he looked shocked. "Here, maybe this will refresh your memory? Sonny, Sonny…ohh…Sonny…" I said in a deep voice pretending to be him. "I don't even talk like that!" he defended, grabbing the blankets, about to get comfortable again. "Not so fast, Chad." I said, yanking the blankets from his body. "Whoa." I accidentally said outloud. "What?" he followed my gaze, and his blue eyes landed on his bare stomach. He looked up at me, amusement obvious in his face. "I know I'm hot, but staring is just rude." my eyes quickly left his perfect abs, and flew back to his face. "Why are you in my bed, and shirtless?"

"Weeeellll, Sonny, Chad Dylan Cooper does not sleep on floors, or couches for that matter. So at first I tried your mom's bed, but it wasn't that comfy for me. So since your door was unlocked, I climbed in here. And this bed was juuuust right." he said, quoting goldie locks and the three bears. "Oh, and I never sleep with shirts on. Only fat losers do that. In fact, you should take yours off."

My nose flared in anger and annoyance at him. "What are you doing in here anyway? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" he asked. "You have some nerve!" I whisper-yelled, so I wouldn't wake the others up. Suddenly, the sound of a spoon hitting foil echoed through the air, and I involuntarily jumped.

"Ohh, I get it."

"Get what?"

"You're afraid of the storm." he looked to the window.

"I am not!"

"Are too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"Too!"

"Not!" I smiled as it hit him that I had outsmarted him with the same routine yet again.

"But seriously, get out. I wanna sleep in my bed." I yawned, suddenly tired again.

"Of course you do since I was in it. Who wouldn't want to sleep in the same bed Chad Dylan Cooper has slept?"

"Really, Chad, move."

"Listen, I'm already comfortable, which is most important. And you have a big bed. So you just sleep on the left, and me on the right."

"Anxious to sleep with me much?"

"I think it's more the other way around. Now hop in."

I considered it for a moment, then hesitantly got in. I mean, it's a king size bed, and neither of us are really that big, so it's not like we'll touch.

I climbed in the bed and felt the warmth of his legs from under the blanket traveling to mine, even though he was all the way across the bed. "I guess this isn't that bad…" I said. "Told you so. Night, Munroe." he said, turning over to face the wall on his side, and I secretly wished we were closer.

I snuggled up to my pillow. "Goodnight Chad."