Hey everyone! Well you all must be wondering why my two stories "Why Can't We Just Rewind?" and "Our Past Means Nothing To You" were deleted. Some smartass hacked my account and apparently deleted them two. I've had many awesome reviewers who loved the story, but now will never see the end. I'm extremey sorry and I never expected ANYONE to hack my account. IDK why anyone would hack my account its so boring! LOL but I quickly logged in and changed my password. So I apologize for the huge mess. I will try to find them in my documents but I doubt that I still have em =[

SPOV

I snuggled deep into his toned chest, smelling the sensual cologne that lingered on him. My eyes closed and I felt his warm gaze upon me, sending shocking waves that traveled down my spine. His right hand held a firm grip on my waist while his left was under my knees. His touch made me melt, thank god he was holding me otherwise I would've been a puddle by now. Slow and passionate music filled the streets and beautiful ornamented lights hung loosely above the streets. The light hit his face perfectly as I stared at him. He noticed me staring and smirked.

"Like what you see?" He chuckled. I blushed, but quickly rolled my eyes and hung my head back letting my curls dangle; I could feel his eyes on my neck, trailing up and down. I smirked and looked at him.

"Like what you see?" I mimicked him and placed my fingers on my neck. His mouth hung open and shook his head.

"Nice Munroe." He praised. I smiled widely. Many people stared at us in awe and I could tell they were mumbling stuff about in French. He seemed relax as he walked, showing no sign of tiredness. I was surprised I didn't know Chad was that strong.

"You're lucky I'm not heavy." I laughed.

"Actually, you are heavy." He said, a small smirk curving on the side of his lips. I glared daggers at him as he chuckled. My eyes roamed around the streets looking for anything interesting. I saw huge neon lights and a picture of a cocktail. I smirked.

"Ooh I want a cocktail!" I squealed. His eyes narrowed down at me and he shook his head, walking even faster. My eyes widened as I felt him running. I kicked my feet. I tried to get out of his grasp. We were stupid young teens running down the streets of a famous avenue in Paris.

"Let go!" I screamed. He stopped and smirked at me a devious plan forming in his brain.

"Okay." He said simply and let go of me. I landed with a huge thump and my jaws dropped, earning a snicker from Chad.

"Ouch!" I cried, tears welling up in my eyes. His smile vanished within seconds and he crouched down and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Sonny are you okay?" He asked, his eyes glistening with concern. I wiped my tears.

"NO! I landed on my butt!" I screamed. He flinched and got up extending a hand out for me. I shrugged and got up, furious at his "bipolarness" yes I just made up that word. I placed a hand on my hip and glared at him.

"I'm going!" I turned on my heel and swiftly went down the path looking for the small bar. Chad's voice called after me.

"Sonny! Are you sure?" He asked looking me straight in hey eye. I sighed.

"Yes Chaddy. I'm old enough anyways." I rolled my eyes and kept walking until his hand caught my wrist.

"N-No. I'm the oldest here, therefore I make the decisions." He crossed his arms. I raised an eyebrow and simply walked further finally reaching the small bar.

"Fine! Go! But if you get drunk I won't be there!" He called his voice raising in anger. I shook the thoughts away and went in the bar. It was pretty much empty. A girl and a few guys were drinking in the corner. I sat on the bar stool and sighed.

"You're an American?" A man with a thick French accent spoke from the counter. I smiled and nodded.

"Yup." I said my voice filled with boredom. His eyes glint in mischief and I gulped. Umm Chad?

CPOV

I cursed myself for standing outside the bar and still looking out for the bubbly brunette. I sighed shaking my head. You will not go in there and apologize. I heard loud chuckles and mumbles. Curiosity filled my brain. Now I had to go. I quickly stepped in and saw Sonny sitting on the bar holding a bottle of Sherry and wagging her legs like a child. Her eyes looked up at me and she laughed hysterically.

"Heeeyyy…..What's your name?" She slurred. I groaned didn't she want a cocktail? Who gave her sherry!

"Sonny?" I asked gently coming closer and picking her up from the counter. I placed her on the bar stool and looked at her, anger flaming in my eyes.

"Who the hell gave you Sherry!" I yelled, looking around the place. She gulped down the sherry and sighed in content.

"Ahh." She closed her eyes. I took the sherry away from her grasp and placed it on the wooden counter. Her eyes opened as she examined me.

"You know." She started her eyes locking with mine.

"Men are such bitches." She chuckled, her voice cracking slightly. Oh great she was going to spill some stuff she wish she never told me.

"You see that guy, and you know he's the one. Like that song." She recalled, humming the tune to the Hannah Montana song "He Could Be The One." She smiled. Stupid cute.

"You do anything for him! Even…..where a lingerie to please that asshole." She said her voice lowering in the process. My eyes bulged as guilt pierced my heart. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. She looked at me her eyes had a special glint.

"Here, it makes you feel better, like Advil." She handed me the bottle of wine. I looked at it, my hearts saying no yet my mind saying take it and drink all night long. So I did. I drank along with her, both of us complaining about life, chuckling, and stumbling in the process.

A/N I'm not going to make them wake up in the same bed and all that cliché stuff.