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Chad.

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The first thing Sonny and I did was go to her car and grab all of her things. We brought them inside and I led her to the room that would most likely be hers. It was pretty much the third-best bedroom. Hey, first come, first serve.

When we got all seven of her bags upstairs and near the door (it was four down from my bedroom) I opened the door.

The first thing I saw was the dark purple walls. The black canopy bed. The white bookshelf and the black dresser. The white door leading to the bathroom, and the purple and black patterns on it.

Then I heard Sonny's gasp.

The suitcase she was holding dropped to the floor, and, well, not really. It dropped on my foot. I cringed and gasped accidentally from surprise as pain rippled through my toes. I could hear the slap of Sonny's hand over her mouth.

"Are you crazy?" I moaned. My toes were definitely hurting.

She didn't miss a beat and she didn't stop looking away from the room. "Yeah, I am." She said smoothly. Then she turned to me. "I didn't mean to do that."

"Are you going to say sorry?" I asked incredulously.

She stared at me with a characteristic pout but amused eyes. "No. I don't think you deserve it." She said in a baby voice, and turned back into the room. "Did this bedroom come out of a magazine?"

"Probably." I growled, annoyed she wouldn't apologize. "This whole house is. I'm surprised I didn't wake up and come downstairs to find you fainted."

She shrugged and nodded. "It was overwhelming…but you know, I was in a hurry so I caught a glimpse of it, and that's pretty much it."

Her voice was soft, and I could tell her mind was distant; it showed on her face. The face that I had pressed my palm to, the face that seemed so content when she called my name. A shiver rippled through me…a shiver. It was freezing in here! Yeah…that's it.

"Why are you freaking out over some room?" I asked, bringing her bags in and setting them by the wall. She walked around, her hands skimming over everything in her reach as if she were making sure every detail of every speck of it was real. Her face brought on a new feature: pain.

"This was her room," She choked.

Oh, no. Please don't make me have to comfort anyone. Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't do tears. None whatsoever. I cursed that stupid magazine that my hopeful mother had looked through years ago…was this really her mother's room?

I didn't say anything.

Sonny continued, "This was Lucy's room."

So she called her mom by her first name? Strange.

"What do you mean?" I fished for some more information.

Did I want more information on this girl's life? Did I want to know her like I was leaning toward? If I did, that meant I wanted to be around her, to get to know the real Sonny. Would it be right if I tried to figure her out? Would it be wrong not to? If I didn't, she'd just be some sore thumb sticking out of my family. The Coopers and Sonny. Did I want to make her feel welcome? Did I want her to be my family? Was I supposed to know her, to love her?

…if that was the case, I couldn't deny the fact I didn't want to love her as a sister. Do I want to love Sonny Monroe?

I need to stop asking myself questions.

"I mean," Sonny mocked my last statement, completely oblivious to my recent internal-question-asking. "That this room is the exact same as my best friend's. Back in Wisconsin."

Okay, Sonny's mom is not named Lucy. Sonny has a best friend. Her name is Lucy. Lucy lives in Wisconsin. Lucy has this exact same room. This room is also in Wisconsin.

I should write this down somewhere.

Wait, what? I'm about to write stuff down. Yeah, right, I don't want to know Sonny Monroe. So why am I taking notes on her? I growled almost silently.

After half o a minute of Sonny touching everything she could see and me standing awkwardly in the doorway, I asked, "When are you going to unpack?"

"Right now." She answered immediately, coming toward the first bag.

I was a little startled, but I let it slide. "Do I have to help?"

She watched me with an amused smile. "Of course, any gentleman would, Chad."

Hmm…why does it feel like my name sounds better on her smooth, cherry red lips?

Oh. My. Gosh,

Unpack, Chad. Just, unpack.

I picked up another suitcase and threw it on the bed.

"Hold on," She said. "I don't want you running into anything embarrassing."

I immediately began ripping open the suitcase to find something for blackmail.

"Hey," she laughed. "Stop. Stop it!"

Sonny came over and playfully shoved me, not getting any movement out of me. She laid her hand on mine to stop it from trying to quickly open the darn suitcase.

The feel of her hand on mine (twice in one day!) was shocking. There was the familiar feeling. The little electrocute thingy that started in my fingers and went up my arm. The way my hand immediately felt warmer. It was…comforting. But also scary.

I turned to see her reaction on this, and then I noticed that she had done the same thing. We stared at each other. Her face wasn't even a few inches away from mine. Approximately three seconds later she stuttered and pulled away.

"Oh, uh-" She cleared her throat awkwardly and I smirked, amused. "Um…it's fine. I don't need help. I got it."

"Sonny," I sighed, shaking my head. Something flashed in her eyes as I said her name. "I'm not leaving because we had a little moment."

Her eyes widened. "We did not have a moment!'

"Okay, okay." I gave up, and she smiled for a second. "You were the one who was having a moment getting lost in my eyes."

"Was not!" She denied my facts.

"Was too!"

"Was not!"

"Was-"

"Oh just stop it!" she exclaimed, exasperated.

"Fine!"

She didn't know what to do next, so she just said, "Fine!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

Why can't she just admit that she was getting lost? You can see she's a little dazed.

"Oh, Sonny. Why are you looking so dazed?"

She completely ignored that last part and continued, lightly shoving me out of the way. "Just wait outside so I can give you a suitcase you can handle."

I rolled my eyes but did what she said. I waited until she threw all the suitcases on the bed and organized them. Five suitcases were in one group, two in the other. She waved me over.

"Could you unpack those three? Just put the stuff on the bed for now and I'll figure out where I'll put them later."

"Whatever you say." I grumbled.

"You don't have to help."

"Nah," I shook my head. "Nothing else to do."

"Where's Danielle?"

I successfully opened the first suitcases. Plenty of pictures and her personal belongings were exposed as I flipped the top over. I planned to examine them carefully.

"She works a lot, so she's usually gone until dinnertime."

I began to unload plenty of pictures onto the bed.

Sonny hesitated before saying, "Must be hard on you."

I smiled a little. I wasn't sure why, whether I appreciated the fact that she cared or that I was elated by the fact she was trying to start a personal conversation. Should I go this far?

"Eh, not really." I shrugged, making sure she took my smile into account. "We get some time together before we go to sleep and some on the weekends."

"You don't mind that she's not there most of the time?"

I suddenly remembered that Sonny didn't have a mom. Her mother had just been lost. Had just died. Was she trying to get me to realize something?

"Sometimes," I answer honestly. "But I appreciate the time I get when I do get to see her."

"You're very lucky."

Tell me about it.

"I know. I don't understand why she works. I make enough money with my job that could last us both a lifetime."

"Maybe she likes what she does."

I put my hands on the couch so I could lean forward. "Sonny," I say her name softly.

She had been looking in her suitcase, shuffling around for something in particular. When she looked toward me, she smiled a little. We were still three feet apart. Stupid comfortable queen size bed.

"Is that why you're here?"

Her smile faded slowly and she pursed her lips, looking away. Her eyes had softened in a way, though, and I realized that she had wanted me to ask that question. A second later she looked back to me.

"Yes." She whispered, also putting her hands down on the bed, letting her head drop.

Hesitantly this time, I reached out and placed my hand over hers. She looked up slowly, but she didn't look at me like I wanted her to. She just looked to the left and sighed.

"Listen, Chad." She continued to whisper. "I don't want there to be some stupid rivalry between us. I want to like it here, therefore I don't want to be your enemy." Then she looked me in the eye. "Can we do that?"

I didn't pull my hand back. Honest to goodness, I didn't want some rivalry between us either. But if the rivalry between us didn't exist, our two shows would forget the rivalry also. Then, publicity would go down the drain. There would be no spice for the magazines, nothing for a fan to keep up on. Nothing for anyone to want to keep track on: "Oh, did So Random! beat Mackenzie Falls in ratings yet?" "Oh, there's no rivalry anymore so no one even watches either show now. How idiotic are these celebrities?"

I looked into the distance, not liking my thoughts.

Without looking at Sonny, I answered, "I don't know."

She automatically pulled her hand back. "Whatever, it's nothing. Who cares? Let's keep unpacking."

I took out more pictures. One of them struck me: Sonny and someone who was most likely her mother. When I looked up to study Sonny's upset features, I noticed her mom and her looked almost exactly the same. They both had a super bright smile, the wide eyes, the smooth complexion. In the picture Sonny's mom was sitting on a swing and had a look of surprise and happiness on her face as her daughter had wrapped her arms around her from behind. Sonny beamed at the camera. You could tell the picture was not taken professionally. Both the girls' faces were striking in the picture: their hair in contrast with the bright green background of grass and trees exposing their playfulness.

The only thing that upset me about this was when I tried to picture my mother and I in this picture…I couldn't.

I put the picture down. Sonny noticed how long it took me to examine it, but she just smiled at the recent picture and continued hanging up all her clothes. She had a mix of casual shirts, dresses, formal pants, jeans, shorts, t-shirts, blouses. I wondered what she looked like in short-shorts. I smirked at that.

I emptied the entire first suitcase and moved to the next. What I saw had me chuckling.

"Uh, Sonny." I said, holding it up. "Who is this?"

Sonny turned away from her walk-in closet and looked at what I was holding. Understanding flashed in her eyes and she ran toward the stuffed animal. I laughed again, holding him up in the air so she couldn't reach.

"Chad, give him to me!" She commanded me, jumping up and down for it like a five-year-old. I couldn't hold back the fit of laughter.

"Oh, so it's a boy?" I teased. "What's his name, Max?" I joked, laughing hard.

She stopped jumping and stared at me. I doubled over in laughter as I realized it.

"Oh- my gosh. His-his name is… Max!" I gasped for air. I couldn't take so much. I had to collapse on the bed near the photo of Sonny's mom and her and shake uncontrollably. Sonny continued to attempt to get Max.

Then she tried a different approach.

"Oh, Chad…" she sing-songed flirtatiously. I stopped laughing in surprise.

She crawled onto the bed and snuck forward. Her arms were on either side of my head and her face was dangerously close to mine.

"Chad," She breathed my name, and her sweet breath caressed my face. I closed my eyes for only a moment before noting I didn't want to miss any of this. She leaned forward a little more, and her nose skimmed against mine. Her fingers skimmed over my right arm, tickling me pleasantly. My breath hitched. She came even closer and closer and…

I felt Max being snatched form my hand. "Aha!" She yelled victoriously.

"I let you get him. I'm not that mean."

"Oh sure," she said playfully.

After a while of comfortable silence, we were finished unpacking.

"So…" I suggested a conversation.

"So..." She smirked, "how awesome is your house?"

"I've got an arcade, a movie theater, a bowling alley, a gym, a pool, and a lot of other stuff that I don't feel like saying right now."

"Are you serious?!" She asked incredulously.

"I'm dead serious."

"Wait outside." She commanded abruptly. "I'm going to change into some comfortable clothes and I'll be out in a second do you cam prove to me you actually have a movie theater."

"Okay," I laughed, walking out the door and closing it behind me. I went downstairs and began to aimlessly look at the walls. In less than a minute she was completely changed and behind me, looking refreshed.

She was wearing a dark blue Hollister California tee and some athletic white shorts that fit snugly around her curves. Her shorts were a decent length, and I greatly approved. She pulls off the casual look nicely.

"Are you done checking me out so I can get my tour now?"

"I was n-"

"All right," She laughed, "We're not starting this fight again."

"Ready for this?" I said playfully, gesturing to the awesome house around us.

She smiled a true smile. "Not even a little bit. Let's go."

I chuckled and began to lead her toward the left. She had absolutely no idea what lie in store for her.

"Okay, first door." I smirked, and opened it.

The elegant room became evident as the door opened completely and thunked against the wall.

"Wow!" Sonny exclaimed. "This is amazing!"

"We mostly use this room for important meetings, fancy parties, you get the idea." I informed her.

"Yes." She nodded.

The whole room was black and white, and very large. It was probably the most elegant room we have in the house. There was a big black table, twelve chairs guarding the shiny glass. Atop it were red roses placed artfully in a vase, one standing straight up and the other tilting to the right. A large apple tree- fake, of course- stood in the corner of the room, tipping off the splotches of red in the room perfectly. A huge stereo was placed on the long white table on the other end of the room, speakers scattered around the room. Other roses were placed in vases on different tables, speakers. The perfect room for a formal gathering.

"This is amazing!" Sonny laughed giddily.

"Yep," I agreed. "So is the movie theater."

She yelped and sprinted out of the room quickly, eager for more of the beautiful house. I was amused by her excitement.

I led her silently to the other rooms. Most were just random rooms we would use for different occasions…I decided to get to the stuff she would relay enjoy.

"Fine." I gave up. "The really cool stuff is in upstairs."

"Nuh-uh. I was up there and they're all just random rooms!"

"Sonny," I shook my head at her denial. "Those steps you climbed to get to my room were the step that leads you to the fourth floor."

She looked too shocked for words, but managed to get out and "Oh."

I laughed. "Come on."

I led her through the halls until we got to the spiraling staircase.

"Oooh," She said again. "These stairs seem a lot smaller than the ones I climbed this morning."

"Exactly."

At the top of the steps was just a plain cream colored hall. Two doors blocked the inside of the crazy rooms at both ends.

"Pick your fate," I teased.

Sonny ran to the door on the right- the one she was closest to.

I quickly followed her. "Slow down Sonny! I need to be there to catch you when you faint! The last thing I need right now is to drive you to the hospital!"

She whipped the door open.

And, I kid you not, she fell into my arms. But to my disappointment, it was only for a second.

"Whoa!" She said. "Head rush!"

I chuckled.

When she got back up, she studied the room carefully. The whole second floor was the arcade: filled with the original arcade games, a video game corner, a bowling alley, and…entertainment. The walls were painted black with random words like BAM! or WHAM! I lost inspiration for the room when we were designing this house, so it's pretty much a perfect replica of arcadia in town- only bigger.

"Like it?" I asked, worried that she wasn't moving.

"Yes!" She breathed. "This is awesome!"

"It's the same as an arcade near the studios."

She nodded, not really listening as she walked slowly through the overwhelming scene.

"Is that the bowling?" She squealed, excited.

"Yep." I chuckled. She sprinted to the left, and opened another door.

"Oh my gosh!" She yelled. She looked back to me then. "Chad?"

"Sonny?"

"Stay here for a moment."

I stayed put.

She closed the door for a second and right after I heard her yell, "THIS IS SO COOL!"

Then she opened the door and coolly walked back into my view. I burst into hysterical laughter. She just grinned ear to ear and ran to the other corner of the room. "This is so big!" She exclaimed. Then, she came upon the carpeted area and was officially in the videogame area. A flat screen was hung on the wall, and large speakers surrounded the single black leather couch. The shelves beneath the television stored the gaming systems, controllers, etc.

"Oh jeez." I heard her whisper.

"Want to see the theater?"

"Yes!"

Sonny pointed to the staircase that was in the farthest corner of the room, and I nodded. She climbed the stairs and disappeared from view.

I just looked around. I hadn't really been in this room for a while. In fact, I hadn't really been in the house at all, being so busy with Mackenzie Falls. I sighed, upset by this fact, before I was jerked back to reality by an abrupt scream.

"Sonny!" I gasped. Sprinting to the stairs, up them, and through the hole in the ceiling, but in this room, it was the floor.

I ran through the candy/popcorn room, through the open doors, and into the theater. I saw her just standing there. And then, she seriously passed out onto the floor, landing- thank God!- on one of the bean bags.

The whole room was quiet, pretty much black, but I forgot that right when you got up here you thought you'd walked into an actual theater in town. There was nothing mini about this room. In fact, it was probably Sonny's old house- but instead of rooms, it's got bean bags, chairs, and a huge screen that read the names of the most played movies, and most recently played movies.

I carried her in my arms carefully down to the first floor. I didn't feel like a hero, though, I just used the elevator. I waited as patiently as I could. I tapped my foot, chuckling as I realized that this scene looked like one from a movie. I was laughing now.

I noted how many times I had laughed today, with her. How many times I had smiled, felt happy. With her. It surprised me. And it made me dizzy. And the last thing we needed was two teenagers passed out in an elevator together.

I put a cold rag on her head after getting her into the relaxation room and onto the long bed, and grabbing a cloth from the mini kitchen in the corner.

I sighed, noting her reaction. If this was how she reacted to the movie theater, she had yet to see the backyard.

This is kind of fun.

xXx

Okay, seriously long. I didn't know where to stop, but seven pages seems like enough. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!1 :D