I'm still worried about the humor. I mean, seriously guys, the story is about Channy. How could I put any kind of humor between the two? My mind is completely blank. I watch comedy, I don't write it! I need some humor ideas! Please please send me one in a review. Don't send me one that's like, 'they run off into the sunset together' or something.

Disclaimer: I do not own SWAC.

Enjoy...

Sonny POV

I smiled at him.

Though, on the inside, I was screaming at myself. How could you be so stupid Sonny?! I'd given up on my so called 'plan' and went with my thoughts. I knew my heart wasn't in this...was it? But that proved it there, doesn't it? I'm unsure. That means that my heart isn't in it. But couldn't it simply mean that I was still undecided.

In my mind, the angel and demon were on my shoulders. They looked like me, though one was in white with a hovering halo and the other dressing in red with horns. Arguing like there was no tomorrow.

"How could you do this, Sonny?" The little demon Sonny asked.

"I-I..." I couldn't speak, that's what.

"Oh, shut up!" My angel yelled to the demon. "She should be happy! It's what she wants!"

"No it's not!" My demon begged to differ. "It's not! You're going to die in the end, Sonny! Chad has even said so himself!"

My angel looked outraged. "Do you see the way he looks at her? They both go against their own nature. For each other! He's never going to hurt you, Sonny. Never!'

"How do you know that?" I asked angel Sonny.

"You are strong," angel said. "If any one is going to get hurt- which is unlikely- it'll be Chad."

"I don't want Chad to be hurt." I pointed out.

"Yes, you don't. Which means you care for him, Sonny. Follow you heart. No doubt, it's in it for him!"

Then, the demon tackled the angel and they disappeared in rage.

I gasped when I came back to reality. The feel of Chad's body against mine, it sent shivers down my spine. Teehee, I can make a rhyme. Ooh, I did it again! Wait, what am I talking about?

I thought back to the conversation in my head with the three Sonnys. The demon inside me told me Chad would hurt me in the end. I was making a mistake. But my angel said it would be alright. My heart yearned for him, and it I wouldn't break at the end. If there was an end. But, there's a huge possibility I could get hurt. So, why was the devil telling me to stop, and why is the angel telling me to follow my heart that will possibly be crushed?

"Chad," I whispered, getting his attention. He looked me in the eye. "Promise me something."

He nodded. "Anything."

And that one small word had me even more sure. "Promise me I won't get hurt in the end."

I reached up and stroked his face out of longing. I'd wanted to for a while now. I kept my palm on his cheek as I looked into his eyes. Water poured down his face and mine as we stared into each other's eyes.

"I promise." He breathed.

He put his hand up on my cheek now, and I bit my lip. This is right, I thought. It felt perfect, how could it not be? I leaned toward him once more, an kissed him passionately.

We did this for about five seconds before he lifted me into his arms and continued to kiss me. I smiled and giggled at him. I panted unnecessarily and held his face in my hands. How could I love him like I did? Just the way he didn't flinch away from my cold touch. The way he could crack a joke to make me feel better. The way his body fit perfectly next to mine and the way his warmth was the perfect antidote to me.

I thought about my angel.

You were right, I thought. My hearts in it to win him.

And then I kissed Chad Dylan Cooper like there was no tomorrow.

We were outside in the rain for hours. Talking, laughing, kissing... I was having the time of my life.

"Come on, you're probably freezing. Let's go inside." I suggested.

We went in and I ran with incredible speed to the bathroom, picking out two large towels. I threw one at him when I came down the stairs.

"Thank you," He murmured, sitting on one of the stools by my island.

I grabbed the sketch book I placed on my counter and picked up the pencil next to it. I looked at Chad in the mirror and he looked at me. I sketched blindly once again and in about ten seconds a perfectly drawn picture of us was on the page. I smiled at it and signed my name at the bottom right corner, pushing it aside.

"How are we going to do this?" I asked Chad.

"I have no idea," He sighed. "But what will stop us?"

I shrugged, "Nature."

He turned his body to me, grabbing my hands. In the process, his towel began to fall off his shoulders. I ripped my hand from his, pulling the towel around his shoulders comfortably and then placing my hand back in his.

He smiled and looked down.

"What?" I asked.

"Does nature include my pack?" He asked worriedly.

The wolves. Crap. They would not approve of this in any way whatsoever. If they found out, they would no doubt kill me. I could be outnumbered. I also, have no fighting skills at all. Even the weakest of the pack could kick my butt.

"What are you thinking?" Chad asked me.

"How to kick a wolf's butt."