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Okay people! I'm sorry this update was so slow, but I think you'll like the chapter after this one. This chapter is dedicated to a number of amazing people, and just everyone, but especially the incredible Camilla Monet, who got me off my lazy butt and made me update with her awesomeness! Without her, LexidaLou, Sugar Rush4eva, and muffalo829 to PM, I would be a very sad person. And many of you said you wanted a longer story, so if this ends soon, I have an idea for a sequel.

SPOV

I was horrified by Chad's stupid, low-life parents. I mean, really, who treats their son like that? I shook my head, but then Chad walked back into the room, so I quickly straightened up and smiled.

He rolled his eyes at me. "Go on, Sonny, say it. You hate me now. You're afraid I'm just like my parents, and you want to move in with Tawni."

I gaped at him, shocked. "Chad, how could you even think I would do that? You're better than them, you care about others, and you're the type of person I want to get to know! Just because I'm… shocked right now….. it doesn't mean that I don't want to be friends with you!"

He shook his head. "Sonny, you have a right to be shocked. For all you know of me, I could be just like them! You're scared now!"

I rolled my eyes. "Stop being such a baby. I don't hate you. Now, it's 7:30 at night and I'm hungry. I never actually got to eat the pizza we bought. What do you want to do about dinner?"

He looked at me, disbelieving. "Wha-."

I smirked. "Yeah, I change the subject fast. Dinner?" As if to prove my point, my stomach growled.

He chuckled. "Yeah, dinner." Then he walked into the kitchen, purposely keeping his distance. I guess he figured I'd want my space now or something.

I decided to prove him wrong. Sighing, I walked up to him and put my hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look at me. "I'm. Not. Scared. If anything, you should be freaked!"

He laughed. "Me? No, I'm used to them. Besides, Chad Dylan Cooper shows no fear!" He tried to make himself look macho.

I smiled at him. "Maybe he doesn't, but I know Chad does."

He looked at me, a funny expression on his face. Not mad, or hurt, just a mixture of confusion and happiness. "How do you know me so well already?"

I smiled. "Chad, I may not remember anything, but I know enough to know that I trusted you, that you were always my safe harbor. And it helps that I'm very intuitive."

He smiled, but then frowned. "Maybe a little too intuitive." I let it go. Chad just wasn't comfortable sharing, but that's okay. Sooner or later though, he has got to learn how to trust!

I snapped out of my thoughts in time to see Chad taking out a bunch of ingredients. "Chad, what are you doing?"

He laughed. "Like I told you before Sonny, I can cook."

I smirked and ruffled his hair. "Well, Chef Boyardee, if you need any help, I'll be in the living room watching Spongebob."

He rolled his eyes. "Why don't you try Ratatouille? You have got to come up with some new nicknames!"

I laughed, but popped in Ratatouille anyway. If it gets him to shut up…

Ten minutes later I looked back at him and noticed that he had a giant chef hat on. I started cracking up and he groaned. "Considering that the movie isn't all that funny, I'm assuming you turned around. Am I right?"

I nodded. "Yes, Remy!"

He sighed and got back to cooking. "At least you thought of a new nickname. Just go back to your stupid little movie!"

30 minutes later

I had just gotten into the movie when I felt something get thrown at my head. It was a breadstick. "Ow!"

Chad laughed. "Food's ready!"

I sighed, but stopped the movie and got up. "You could have just told me," I grumbled.

He laughed again. "But what fun would that be?" Then his expression turned shy. "I…. made spaghetti. You told me it was your favorite once." He smirked again. "And you have not lived until you've tried Chad Dylan Cooper's home made Super Cooper Spaghetti!"

I rolled my eyes. "So, Super Cooper, where should we sit?"

He looked at me strangely. "The dining room table works perfectly, Sonny."

I blushed. "Oh, that."

He winked. "It's okay, Sonshine. I gotcha covered."

I laughed and sat down. For the next half hour we insulted each other, cracked lame jokes, and even threw a couple of pieces of bread. I think I'm beginning to really like Chad Dylan Cooper.

The next day (6:30 pm)

I sighed, throwing down yet another shirt. How hard could it be to pick out the perfect outfit?

Groaning, I turned back to my clothes, all neatly hung up now. What can I say, I have OCD along with amnesia.

Suddenly Chad waltzed in. "Never fear, the Date Specialist is here!"

I frowned, whacking him on the head. "I could have been changing!"

He smirked. "That would have been a show. Of course, not as great as the one I saw yesterday before pizza!" He began to dance like a stripper.

I hit him again. "That's not how it happened!"

He smirked. "Oh really? Well, was it more like this?" And he began trying to be a pole dancer against a standing lamp in the room. I couldn't help it. I laughed, and he grinned.

"Mission accomplished, Monroe. Now, back to your clothes. What look are you going for? The 'I'll put out for you' look, the 'Hey, babe, I'm way too good for you' look, or the ever so classic 'I'm desperate and a virgin'?"

I rolled my eyes. "I hate the way you put things. And really, are those my only options? I'm trying to look cute but conservative."

He smirked. "So the third option then, am I right?"

I rolled my eyes. "First you cook, now you're a fashion expert too? Can you fly?"

Chad grinned. "Not yet." Then he groaned. "Trust me, I wish I wasn't a fashion expert. Every day I have to listen to Portlyn. 'Does this skirt make me look fat? Does this shirt match with my eyes? These shorts make my butt look good, right?' It's so annoying!"

I laughed. "Go ahead. But I'm sure I have different fashion taste than Portlyn, from what I hear of her."

He smiled at me genuinely, pausing from his raid through my closet for a second. "That's not a bad thing, you know? I like your style."

I smiled. "Thanks."

He nodded, and pulled out a pair of navy blue skinny jeans and a lime green ruffled spaghetti strap tank top that flowed down. "This good?"

I nodded, smiling. "Thanks. Shoes?"

He scoffed. "Of course you don't know that those flip flops over there go with it." Then he shook his head and walked away so I could change in peace.

I looked towards the door he had nodded at, and, sure enough, a pair of lime green flip flops was waiting for me. I sighed. I hate when he's right.

Ten minutes later I walked down the stairs. My hair was naturally wavy, but I had a lime green headband in it, behind my bangs. My hair was its natural color, something I had found out about an hour ago when my mom had called.

Chad was watching TV when Jason's car pulled up in the front. I turned to him. "Bye Chad!"

He looked at me, a confusing expression on his face. He almost looked…. worried? "Just be careful, Sonny. Okay?"

I nodded, shrugging, and ran out to meet Jason. Let the fun begin.

Ooh, Chad warned her! Oh, Sonny, you really should be more observant. Anyway, the review button told me that it loves you, and that every time you review it wants to be your best friend. Don't hurt the review button's feelings, guys. Cause then it complains to me, and that gets annoying. Plus, I'll give everyone who reviews a bowl of Chad's Super Cooper Spaghetti. You know you want to review now. SMILES!

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