CPOV

I hate waking up. Especially before four in the afternoon. I wouldn't be surprised if I was a night owl in another life or something. My parents literally have to drag me out of my bed each Sunday morning to go to church. Yes, I, Chad Dylan Cooper, go to church. Why else would God bless me with these perfectly good looks? Anyway, I just can't get my brain working before noon unless I've had over fourteen hours of sleep. I'm a walking talking zombie most of the time. I just hate everything about waking up early. The singing birds, the sun waking up the same time you do, everything. Thank God I don't have to wake up early every single morning to go to school anymore since I'm an actor. The best one of our generation, I might add.

Yet, today, on only about seven hours of sleep, at ten o' clock in the morning, I was alive. I had the best sleep of my life last night…where am I again? I popped my eyes open and my memory flooded back. Ah, yes, sleepover at Sonny's. Speaking of Sonny…

She was cuddled up all cutely on me, if that's a word. Stupid cute. Her arms were hanging across my stomach, her right leg over my left, and her head on my chest. I smiled down at her and put my arm around her, just enjoyed the feeling of her warm body on mine. All I could hear were birds chirping, and Grady snoring. Which means that I was the only one awake. Lame! I've always laughed at the loser who was the first to wake up at sleepovers. And here I am.

As much as I was enjoying cuddling with Sonny, my mischievous mind couldn't pass up this fabulously perfect opportunity. I could go through everyone's bags…or better, Sonny's room. I carefully unraveled myself from her, and set her softly down on her pillow. I missed her, but I had more important things to do. Okay, maybe not as important, but definitely more interesting.

Let's start with the closet first, shall we? I mean, if she secretly wears skimpy underwear, who knows what revealing clothes she has but hopefully doesn't wear. Ever. But she should feel free to wear them when she's around me. I wouldn't mind. And if we were around other people, I'd hold her so she'd be protected from whatever horny loser tries to get with her…like James. Icky icky James. Speaking of horny…

Maybe going through her closet would be a bad idea. I considered going back into her diary, but I know there's nothing juicy in there. I checked it last night before Sonny came in, just to make sure there was no other mention of this mystery guy. All I found was that this guy is a sweetheart. So…I guess that rules me out. But she is obsessed with both my show and me. There were tons of Mackenzie Falls references in there, plus almost every other page was "EHMAGAWD CHAD IS SUUUUUCH A JERRRK LYK TOTES! BUT I SECRETLY THINK HE'S HAWT AND I LUB HIM" Okay, maybe it wasn't written like that. And maybe that last sentence wasn't there, but you get my point.

Hmm…I wonder if that was her only pair of, dare I say, naughty underwear. Let's find out, shall we?

I walked over to her dresser and started to open all of her drawers as quietly as I could, so I wouldn't wake her up. Let's see…pajamas, socks, one piece swimming suits…tampons. Ew ew ew ew ew ew.

Ah, finally, bras! YAY! I wondered if she has one of those bras that has my face all over it. I bet she does. After all, every girl in America does. And some in Sweden.

Ooh, this one's pretttty. I thought to myself as I held up an aqua blue bra. Actually…whoa. She has a lot of blue bras. Except for one…this white one that looks like she wrote on it. I don't know much about girls, but who actually writes on their bras? There was just a bunch of scribble all over it that said things like "SC forever" and random C's drawn all over it. I wanted to assume it was me, but there were actually a lot of guys at Condor studios whose last names start with the letter C. Hayden Crench, Devon Ceaser, Nico Cass, Grady…Gilbert. Okay, maybe not Grady. In fact, it might not even be a guy. And no, I don't mean that Sonny's lesbian. Or bisexual…that could actually work for me. Anyway, it might just be her expressing her love of the studios.

Unless…uh oh. What if Mr. Condor not only has a daughter, but a son too? What if he's our age? Sonny met his daughter before the rest of us, she might've met his son first too. What if Sonny likes him? Sonny Condor? Ew no. My last name is the only last name that sounds good with hers. Not because I want to marry her or anything…ew, of course not. I'm only sixteen. What I mean is just…every girl's name would sound good with mine. Because that's just how awesome I am. Yes. Let's go with that.

Well…except for Beatrice. That's the name of the lunch lady at Condor Studios. I shuddered at the thought of her.

Let's not think about the…thing, when I'm going through Sonny's underwear drawer. I wonder what her size is anyway? I mean honestly, they look different in every shirt she wears. And I couldn't see much when I walked in on her, because she unfourtunately found something to cover up with quickly.

34C...that's good, right?

Note to self: Google how big each bra size is.

Ooh, a thong! And it's silk…feels nice. I rubbed it up against my cheek…mmm very nice.

Suddenly, the door flew open. "Hey Chad what are you…doing…in…here…" uh oh. Portlyn. I quickly put my hands holding the thong behind my back and tried to appear as innocent as possible.

"Right…well, this is awkward. I'll just…come back later."

Phew. Well that was…

"Chad? What are you doing?" Crap. That was not Portlyn.

"Oh, good morning Sonshine."

"Call me that again and I'll bite your head off."

"You know, I always expected you to be a morning person." I said, leaning up against her drawer quietly sliding it shut.

"And I always expected you not to be. Why are you up?" she eyed me up and down suspiciously.

"Well…I was just…admiring your lovely room. Did you design it yourself?"

"Yes…I did."

"It's very nice."

"Thank you?"

"You're welcome. Oh, and how did you sleep?"

"Best I've had in a while actually. Why do you ask?"

"Ah, so I see you enjoyed cuddling up to me, hmm?"

"Cuddling? With you?" she started laughing.

"Actually, yes. When I woke up you were all tangled up in me. Can't even control yourself in your sleep, can you Munroe?" I walked over to the bed, hands still behind my back, and smirked.

She gasped, "I, you, no! You…no, I didn't." she sighed, obviously annoyed at her inarticulateness. "Prove it." she finally said.

"Don't have to." I said, grabbing my pillow. "I'm gonna go get something to eat, meet you in the living room later."

"By the way, you have way too many blue bras." I added as I threw her thong at her and winked while I made my way out the door.