So, I'm at my dad's friend's house, and I have nothing to do because I got kicked out of my seat at the poker table. Yep, I'm twelve and I was taught to play poker. So? Also, I'm drinking a root beer that is in one of those beer bottles, so whenever someone who doesn't know me walks in, they're like, how old are you? Lol. I'm still upset I lost my hand at poker. I had trip aces and my bro had a flush. SAD FACE!! But, I'm just going on their awesome (AWESOME!!!) computer and writing a chapter. Clever, huh?

Disclaimer: I do not own SWAC. Whateva.

Sonny's POV

I had to stick to the plan. Though, in the position I was now in, it wasn't exactly being strong. I was on top of Chad, pinning him down. He was smirking, probably committing the moment to memory. Maybe I should draw a picture with us like this.

"Jeez, Chad. I know I'm incredibly beautiful and all, but you don't have to be makin' moves on me." I smirked.

He shook his head, and I held back laughter. I took in the scene once more. Chad was really hot. No, his skin. Ugh.

"You're really warm." I noticed.

"Yep, pretty hot." I could hear the double meaning in his words, and I rolled my eyes.

What was with him and saying he's hot all the time? Sure, he was, but it's not like he has to point it out all the time.

Admitting that made me come back to reality. I can't be here with him. It was wrong. What if he was going to lure me away and kill me? What if he was using my own feelings- that shouldn't exist- against me?

"I shouldn't be here." I mumbled getting off of Chad and standing, folding my arms and turning the other way.

"You're allowed to be wherever you want, Sonny." He told me. "You're just afraid."

He was on to me. "No, I'm not." I disagreed quickly. I knew that my feelings dripped into my voice though. Darn.

I heard him get up, and then his warm hands were on my arms. His voice was close was in my ear as he said my name. "Sonny…"

I broke free of his embrace and sprinted away. It took everything I could not to turn around. I grabbed my sketch book and the pencil. Tears poured from my eyes as I put my car in reverse and started the journey home.

Chad's POV

I wasn't going to let her get away this time. After her quick footsteps faded away, I was scared. She wasn't joking, She was staying away. Who could walk away from such a perfect moment? No one. So, I was running after Sonny now to keep it that way.

Morphing quickly and silently I sprinted. I figured she would go home because she told Zora she would be. I took the backroads as patiently as I could and ran in the shadows to her house. Please be there, please be there…

When I made it there, her expensive, dark purple convertible was in the driveway. I changed back to human form so I could feel the relief on my face. Though, me being relieved wasn't going to make her change her state of mind. I walked onto her driveway and tried to sniff her out. She hadn't gone in, she went to the back.

When I walked toward her backyard, I stopped at the cornoer of her house and leaned against it. Taking a deep breath in, I smelled her too close to me.

"Sonny," I murmured. She was at the corner too, just on the other side, leaning against the house in sadness.

I watched as she came into my view, turning her body so I could see her miserable, tear streaked face. I was broken to see her broken like this. How could I have such an affect on her?

"You want to kill me, Chad." She said simply.

"I want to kill you?" I questioned her sanity. "Sonny, I ran out of the studios because I was so inraged to think you dead."

She just looked down with pouty lips. "You don't even know me."

"I know you enough to be…" I stopped, putting my hand over my mouth.

"What?" She asked, smiling.

I put my hand down to answer, "Nothing, nothing."

"You know me enough to be what?" She wasn't giving up.

I slumped "Attracted."

"Weird, huh?" She asked. "How I know I feel the same. But, I can't."

How could she just shrug it off like that? What happened to my affect on her? Guess it's gone.

"How can you say that?" I asked her.

She leaned against the house again, looking up towards the sky. It was gray, about to rain. I watched her face as a tear slid down her cheek.

On instinct, I walked in front of her, leaning my body on hers to wipe it away with my thumb. I didn't pull away, just looked at her as she watched the storm start.

"Sonny?" I got her attention. I looked her up and down. "Why aren't you sparkling?"

I tried to lighten up the mood, it worked. She laughed her contagious laugh, and I began to laugh too.

"Hollywood doesn't get much right, huh?" She asked.

When she looked me in the eye, it looked as though she was finally processing how close we were. For the second time today.

She started to push me away. "Chad…"

"What?" I whined.

"Back up." She ordered.

"No."

"Yes."

"No!" I wasn't giving in.

"Yes!"

"Fine!"

"Fine! Wait, really?" She asked.

"Nope."

I took a deep breath in, inhaling her scent. The smell if cinnamon and vanilla coursed through me. It smelled delicious, and I craved for more. I leaned my forehead against hers, hearing her intake of breath. I came closer, breathing deeply, slowly.

"Chad…please just back up…" She whined.

"No." I said simply.

"Please?" She asked.

"Oh, I'm such a sucker for please."

"Then back up,"

"Nope." I denied her once more, smirking.

"Why not?"

"Because one, you smell really good right now, and two, it feels right to be close to you." I told her honestly.

She sighed again. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment, Even if she didn't want the same thing I did, I would enjoy every last moment of being with her.

Thunder erupted through the world, and I opened my eyes and got lost in Sonn'ys chocolate brown ones. She put her hands on my chest, and I breathed more quickly. I swallowed. Raindrops began to fall, a few falling before, in about ten seconds, it was pouring. We got drenched in seconds.

I watched her as she watched me. Her hair looked black now, it was soaked. Her smell was ten times stronger in the rain. It was so cliché, but I knew what I was thinking about doing was the right thing to do.

"You smell really good in the rain," she breathed.

I could tell she was losing control on her 'plan'.

I got closer than ever to her, and her eyes got wide with understanding. She opened her mouth, taking a breath in to object, but then stopped. She never looked out of my eyes. She bit her lip, but when my nose touched hers, she was game.

I closed my eyes, ready to enjoy this in anyway possible.

Then, I pressed my lips against hers.

A spark erupted between us along with another roll of thunder. At first I kissed her slowly, passionately. The rain poured down on us as I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she put her arms around my neck. It was the most romantic and cliché kiss I'd ever experienced, and by far the best. I kissed her fiercely, longingly, now.

Of course, Sonny was the one to pull back. Even though she didn't need to, she was breathing quick. Panting. I wanted to keep going, but I wasn't going to deny her wishes again. I was jubilant.

I leaned my forehead against hers again, and smiled. I loved it, and I hoped she did, too.

I opened my eyes to measure her reaction. She just stared at me, forever. But then, she smiled, biting her lip to hide how much she loved it.

…….

YYEEEEAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!