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I'm really sorry, everyone, for the late update. I think it's been almost a month! I've been busy lately…

Here's the next chapter

Chad.

xXx

I think I should have known better.

I had fallen asleep on the couch. The couch! Therefore there was no alarm or anything to wake me in time to get ready for work. I looked to the big and fancy clock on the wall and gasped. It was 7:30! Mr. Condor would kill me if he finds out I was late.

With the intimidating man in mind, I used his stern expression to get me to jump up from the couch. Stupid new girl. Stupid Sonny. Stupid her for being so distracting and making me sleep on the couch and try to be a "gentleman". Stupid cute.

Wait, what? Psh! I didn't just think that…okay, whatever. She's attractive. Ooh, Chad Dylan Cooper just called a Random cute! Big whoop.

As I leaped from the uncomfortable couch that I had surprisingly found sleep upon, a piece of paper crumpled and swayed to the floor. I rubbed my eyes to rid the sleepy state I was still in and bent to pick it up.

Chad, It read.

I'm already on my way to work. Forgot to tell you yesterday that you're staying home with Sonny so she has a tour guide. Be nice. No foolishness. Be home for dinner tonight. Much Love.

Mom

Great. I put the note on the coffee table across from the couch. Wait…coffee table? Oh, we're in the comfy part of the house. Which brought my mind back to Sonny. Was she still asleep? It still was really early, and I knew she wasn't a morning person because that's what she had told Marshall. I guess it wouldn't kill me to get some more sleep just this once.

But if I was going to get any sleep at all, it had to be on my bed in the fancy part of the house that my mom and I usually use. And that means little Miss Sonny Monroe was going to have to get her butt moving on over there so Chad Dylan Cooper can get some beauty sleep!

I set the pillows back in order on the couch and threw the blanket over my shoulder. I set my way up the spiraling stairs. When I reached the door to my room, I didn't think twice. I just opened it.

I immediately regretted it. I thought about closing the door again and just leaving to my better room, but my hesitation was already costing me. So, I focused on what was going on. Luckily she wasn't changing or anything, in fact, she was just lying on the bed, the sheets lifting when she breathed. The relief that coursed through me almost knocked me over. Thank God I hadn't walked in on anything.

I walked in quietly and came to the side of the bed she was facing. She was sleeping on her stomach, her head turned to the left; toward me. Her face was peaceful, soft. For some reason seeing her in this state brought a small smile to my lips. Her hair was sprawled out across the pillow behind her, and some of it brushed her cheeks, framing her face. As I took in the whole seen, she looked something of a movie, or something of a magazine, advertising the comfiest beds.

I stared at her. And stared…then I stared a little more. Something in my gut twisted as I watched her breath silently; in and out. It was a pleasant feeling, yet a nervous feeling. Noticing I'd been staring for several minutes, I decided to shake her awake. But what if she got mad? What if she didn't want me to be here? What if she didn't want me to see her asleep?

My internal dilemma was sort of ridiculous, I noticed. Chad Dylan Cooper does what he wants to do. So for some reason I found my hand reaching toward her heart-shaped face, my fingers slightly pushing her bangs away from her forehead. She didn't show any sign that she was awake. I couldn't seem to pull away from her. She was hypnotizing. And her eyes weren't even open.

My hand kept moving atop her skin. It was smooth, a perfect shade. Right in between pale and tanned. I brushed my fingers across her cheekbone, then moved up to take my whole hand and run my fingers through her silky smooth and surprisingly untangled hair. The soft brown was the perfect color against her skin. That's when it happened.

Sonny's breath had hitched, and she let her last air let out in a content sigh. That same feeling came back to me when I had come in minutes ago. My eyes widened. Her body shifted and I saw her hand coming up from under the sheets. What do I do?

Her hand became visible. It moved up her neck until it was on mine, pressing my hand against her cheek. Her brow furrowed as if in confusion. The way she moved had me thinking she wasn't even awake yet…but could it be possible she was still asleep?

Then something extraordinary happened.

A soft moan escaped her lips, and I realized she had spoken. I leaned closer to her, my face inches from hers as I tried to decipher any words coming from her.

"Chad," She sighed again. I was in complete shock. This girl- this girl who I'd just met yesterday- was sighing my name? I was frozen. The matter confused me. But what confused me most was that the matter had made me ecstatic, and that couldn't be.

I slowly- and regrettably- backed away from her sleeping form. A sadness crippled me as I pulled my hand away and hers went back under the sheets as if we'd never made any contact. Nothing had happened.

I stood up straight, looking at the wall blankly before shaking my head. I didn't dare look at the sleeping girl I'd just stared at for ten minutes straight. Even when I'd written a note on where I'd be and how to get there and came back into the room, I kept my eyes averted from her.

Quickly I ran from this part of the house to the more familiar part of the house. The bright and overwhelming sights greeted me as I flew the door open and ran up the stairs and to my room. I collapse on the bed, thinking of nothing other than the fact that I had touched Sonny Monroe in such a particular way that it made me uneasy. In the most pleasant way possible.

xXx

Sonny.

I walked through the meadow slowly; so very slowly, absorbing it all. The meadow was a perfect circular shape, soothing and special. Colors splattered the area, mostly green. But there were also the hundreds of flowers, the yellow, red, purple… blue, even. The sun shone down brilliantly, highlighting the amazing scene. I lifted my head to the sky, closing my eyes and enjoying the bright sunlight dancing over my face, heating it. I spread my arms out and let the warmth bleed into my skin.

A slight breeze made its way through the clearing, rustling the leaves on the guardian trees and having the flowers sway. My cream colored dress flew out behind me, and I felt as if I were flying. The exhilaration of it all had me laughing aloud. This whole place was a miracle, a safe haven. I spun around, having my arms swing about along with me. The moment was perfect, but for some reason I knew that something could have made it more special.

Just then, he emerged from the dark trees into the magical area. I smiled and began to run to him. He watched me with amused eyes and a soft smile as I came to him. When I neared, his arms spread out and then engulfed me in the most comforting embrace. I murmured his name as the sun shine on us both.

"Chad," I sighed, knowing this couldn't have felt more perfect. His hands rubbed soothing circles on my back. He smelled amazing..

All too soon, he pulled back. I leaned away, studied his face. His content expression was soft, easy. His blonde locks danced in the wind, and the way his eyes held mine was incredible. Any more sun on him and his blue eyes would sparkle. Well, at least one of them would.

Chad held me once again. Brown never left blue. His hand moved up to my face, stroking my cheekbone and brushing my bangs from my eyes. I brought my hand up to his, pressing it against my cheek. Goose bumps rose on my arms despite the heat.

"Chad," I breathed his name once more, cherishing the way it sounded on my lips. Some sort of recognition flashed in his eyes, and he came closer. I was eager for what was to come. His deep blue eyes closed, as did mine. And when his soft lips pressed against mine, I was in bliss.

I screamed. Seriously. I literally let a scream rip at my lungs. I could not have magical dreams about Chad. No, no. No, no, NO! He was the enemy! I haven't even known him for a week. My hand flew to my mouth, and I looked at the door as if he would break through it and come comfort me. Wait, what? No. Gah! This is bad. So very bad.

Immediately, I threw the covers off me. A little note surprised me as it swayed to the ground, like the flowers in my dream. No more thinking about the dream! I picked it up hurriedly to get my mind off- you know what.

I'm in the fancy part of the house in my room. There's a door in the back of the living room that will lead you there. On the second floor if you need me.

I assumed it was Chad. Just Chad Dylan Cooper. Just some random TV star I'm living with that I DON'T have magical dreams about. Yep. That's him.

I didn't even bother to get dressed because I couldn't- my suitcases were in the back seat of my car. I fled the room and down the spiraling staircase and to the blue, brown and white living room. The door was clearly visible, but yesterday I had thought it was just a closet or storage or something. I shook my head, a little exasperated yet excited about seeing the main part of the house. Hesitantly I reached toward the knob and twisted it. Pushing the door open, I gasped at what I saw.

It's much too extravagant to explain. You'd have to check out Paramore4eva0602's profile to find out.

I sprinted up the staircase closest to me and looked in all the doors. Opening one, I saw it was just a closet. I opened several doors just to find abandoned rooms. Then, I caught a bedroom. It was Danielle's. I moved to the next hallway as the aisle circled around, and then I flung the first door open.

There he was.

Chad continued to snore softly as if the door had not even banged against the wall. I then realized how stupid I was for not knocking on the doors. What if I had walked in on something? My mouth went agape. What if he was getting dressed!? I shook my head and let the door close behind me, the soft click barely heard. For a minute I just stared at him…asleep. But what if he didn't want me to see him asleep? What if he kills me for walking in when he's resting?

Realizing I should just walk out, something happened.

"Stop checking me out Monroe, and tell me what you want."

I was so shocked I didn't take time to think about that comment.

"I was not checking you out!" I denied him fiercely.

He rolled over- for he had previously been on his side- and rolled his eyes at me while shaking his head. I just crossed my arms, not sure what to do in this situation. After he realized this, he sat up.

My intake of breath wasn't noticeable to him. I kept my eyes carefully averted from anywhere else but his eyes.

"What's the problem?" He sighs.

I couldn't help but think about my dream. I growled to myself.

"The problem is that I had this crazy dream!"

Oh. My. Gosh. That wasn't supposed to come out of my mouth! What am I supposed to say now? I took a deep breath to calm myself- then I noticed something.

His room smells the same as he had in my dream.

Knowing myself like I do, I know I wasn't creative enough to dream up a smell like that.

Chad smirked at me. "I know. I think you were enjoying it."

"No," I shook my head. "I didn't have a dream. I had a nightmare!"

"Oh, well then I guess I wasn't in it." He boasted, pouting characteristically.

My eyes widened. "Uh, yeah. You were- of course- not in it."

He looked at me strangely. "You do know that I'm an actor, Sonny." I ignored the way my name rolled off his tongue. "I can read you so easily."

I snorted. "What are you saying?"

Chad pushed the sheets off of his legs. "I'm saying that your response to my words had me thinking I was in your dream."

I just rolled my eyes. "Well, you're wrong. Now come show me around your house."