Baby, Fix Me
By: princesscolourful
Disclaimer: ONCE AGAIN I DO NOT OWN SONNY WITH A CHANCE…

A/N: Meh, I'm starting to lose sense in this story but it depends… I'm working on another one for the meantime… Haha anyways, me and my friend are pranking my ex, cause it's fun….he thinks someone actually likes him.

I'm in p-i-e-c-e-s
Baby, fix me
And just shake me till you w-a-k-e me
From this bad d-r-e-a-m

Confessions In A Roofless Cave

My phone started to 'MOO!' Note to self: CHANGE RINGTONE.

Not that I didn't like it, or anything, it's just that it gets annoying now.

I looked at the caller I.D. Oh, guess who it was?

"What, Chad?" I sighed.

"Can't I say hi to my…friend?" he asked.

I squinted my eyes in confusion. Since when was I his friend?

"Umm…well, you just said it," I replied back.

The phone went quiet for a while. "Oh, right…"

I sighed and sat down on Tawni's couch. I have to admit, it was really comfy and very soft. "Why did you call me?"

"To tell you - more like remind you - that our 'date' is on today."

I sighed. This boy did not get it at all. "It's not a date, Chad!"

I heard him sigh over the phone. "Are you ready for a day out with the one and only Chad Dylan Cooper?"

I giggled. Chad was being a really big idiot. "Yeah, whatever you wanna call it."

"OK, cool," he said. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"See ya, later?" It sounded more like a question than a goodbye.

"Yeah, see ya later," he answered, the smile still in place.

I hung up. I felt a rush, what a rush. What was this? This feeling? It couldn't be love, because…I don't like Chad. And it's quite obvious he doesn't like me. Oh, Sonny Munroe, stop thinking about this, Chad Dylan Cooper does NOT like you, and you NOT like him back.

I looked at the clock, regretting doing so. I really didn't want to get out of the dressing room, I didn't feel like it today. But some part of me told me to. Some part of me wanted to, why am I so stupid to listen to that part?

I stuffed my bag of towels, sunscreen and spare clothes. You never know what happens in California. Everyday's a dream, every night's a nightmare.

I got changed into a white tank top, with a white skirt with a floral print, a white shrug and some flip flops. I remember wearing this last year, before I left Wisconsin. This outfit bought back memories, I almost cried. I miss Wisconsin, it was so quiet, so peaceful, but too quiet.

Grabbing my sunglasses and straw fedora hat, I walked out of the dressing room (good thing Tawni wasn't here) and walked to my car. My sunglasses were my best disguise, the hat made it better, but that still caught the attention of some people.

I felt a bit self-conscious to what I was wearing. But most girls that I passed by were wearing oversized crop tops and shorts that showed a lot then they finished it with either some gladiator sandals or sneakers. At least, I wasn't showing as much skin as they were.

I got to the beach, and tried to park my car. The beach was so busy, there was no way I could find Chad at all.

Then I heard a cow. Oh, wait, that's just my phone…

"Sonny, where are you?" asked a distressed voice. "I've been waiting for half an hour!"

"I just got here, at Malibu Beach, where are you?" I replied.

"I'm by the rocks, less attention, you know." The smile was too obvious now.

I looked around, looking for him and paparazzi. Searching and being cautious really didn't match. It causes more danger than usual.

I eventually found him, wearing a blue shirt and white shorts with a hat and sunglasses. He was waving his arms for me to notice him, no-one even recognized him.

I stepped out of the car; grabbed my bag then walked over to him.

"What took you so long?" he asked joke fully.

I smiled for my response. He understood what I was saying. Or at least trying to.

"Come on, I gotta show you something." He nodded in one direction.

"Can I ask where this 'something' is?" I questioned.

He faced me through his glasses (he still hadn't taken it off, neither did I. Who wants their cover blown?) with a smirk on his face. "No."

Great. Who knows what this could 'something' could be?

He walked through the rocks, helping me when I needed it. I was afraid at some point. He could be leading me to my death, for all I care.

We stayed in a comfortable silence except my occasional "thank you's" when he helped me.

"We're here," he announced.

I was shocked, happy, taken back, I could name more feelings, but I was too…surprised to say anything.

"Wow, Chad," I whispered. My glasses were already in my hands then I realized my mouth was in an 'o' shape. "I don't know what to say…"

"Then don't," he said with a peaceful smile.

The place where he took me was so beautiful. I was lost for words. It was still part of the beach, just hidden. Damp rocks circled around it, but had no roof; the sky was still in the picture. It was spacious, bigger than Condor Studios. The sand was not as damp as the rocks. I liked the smell most. It smelled like the sea, salty, yet it smelt like fresh air.

I inhaled and sighed. It smelt so beautiful. I never wanted it to go. I wish I could capture the scent and keep it with me all the time. So everywhere I go, this place will never leave me.

I heard a deep, quiet chuckle behind me.

Turning around to face him; his glasses also taken off, I said, "What, Chad?"

He smirked. "Nothing, you look so…peaceful."

I turned back and went to sit in the middle of the circle of rocks. The sand wasn't damp at all, it was dry which was good.

Chad went to sit next to me. "Great place, isn't it?"

I looked around, amazed and smiled. "Yeah, breath-taking to be exact."

It was silence then. But I knew Chad was really smiling.

"Tell me," I started, making him jump with shock. "How did you find this place?"

"Well," he replied, "I used to wander off when I was a kid, we went to this beach, and I decided to explore. Next thing I knew, I found this. I used to do all kinds of stuff here, when I was small." He smiled. "As I grew up, I started to like girls and I wanted to show them this, hoping they'll be taken back as I was when I first saw this. But they're all the same, I take them to the beach, guide them through the rocks, but all they do is complain how the rocks will stain their…perfectly manicured hands and all that shit." He chuckled.

I smiled and chuckled throughout his story as well. I started to see what this place meant to him. "So…why me?"

He looked at me, confused. "Excuse me?"

"Why did you take me here? Why me?"

"Because…I thought you'd be different from those other girls, you know."

I nodded, smiling. I understood. I was different to him in his eyes. He was hopeful that I was different.

The sand started to become tempting, begging me to lie down. So I did, I inhaled the scent again.

I felt a sudden breeze next to me as well, instead of going across, it went down quickly.

Closing my eyes, I reconsidered what I thought about Chad earlier this week. Maybe he does a soft side under all those layers of the jerk he was. I had to admit, I like the new, sweet Chad.

"So…"

I instantly fluttered my eyes open, only to gaze into a pair of sapphire eyes, looking at me.

The colour of his eyes finally made sense to his emotion. They were calm. I almost melted.

I sighed, a shaky sigh.

Chad was revealing his soft side to me. Why couldn't he do this more often? I did not like the way he treats me around people.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"You are different," I answered, "in front of people, you act like a jerk, now that I'm here, you…changed."

He looked bewildered as if just explained it to him in French. "What? No I haven't changed! CDC does not, I repeat, does not change for anyone. Especially to a Random."

Oh, my gosh, what a jerk! I sat up and looked him straight in the eyes. "What? So when you suddenly become soft and gentle, you turn back to this…cocky, jerk you are! What are you? And what is it with your mood swings?"

He sat up as well, so we were eye level. "I'm sorry-"

"See? Look! Mood swing!"

"Sonny, just hear me out, OK?"

I folded my arms and kept quiet. He was being such a jerk, but he deserves to be heard.

"I don't have mood swings. I'm not a girl! And I did not change at all…I'm just…nervous to be here with you…"

My hands dropped calmly to my side. Was I really buying this? Well, his head stared straight at the ground, so maybe he was serious.

I sighed. I could not believe I was buying this…

"So this is your way of getting a girl to like you?" I asked.

His head snapped up. "Pretty much, yeah. I drag 'em out here and talk, then kiss, then-"

"Please, I don't wanna hear this…" I interrupted.

"I never did that Sonny, I'm still a virgin…"

I looked at him shocked. He was a…he never did…but he's America's Bad Boy. Why hasn't he done it yet?

"So, we kiss, then I dump them…they weren't the right one…you know…"

I felt sorry for all the girls, they had to endure the pain of being with Chad. And now I was one of them.

"So, you probably gonna ditch me now, hey?" I stated.

To my surprise, he shook his head. "I somewhat feel attached to you…"

He then realized what he said and covered his mouth in embarrassment.

Did Chad Dylan Cooper say that he liked me?