Hey there! I felt like it was time for an update, and even though this is a pretty short chapter, and a filler, here it is! :D

Thanks to you guys for your opinions on Chaddy's song last chapter - including mrpuppy. Yes, maybe I would become an instastar ;);)

Disclaimer-: I don't own SWAC, Demi Lovato's Don't Forget, or Avril Lavigne's What The Hell. I do own the original song that is mentioned again, and I think I own Lovey Horse... I don't know...

Okay, chapter time! :D

Chapter 40 - Shopping Spree

Sonny's POV

I wake up to a really hot, sunny day, which is weird for late February, even in California. Maybe it's just reflecting my mood – happy, sunny, bright… but it's missing out the slight embarrassment from last night's Tween Weekly show (how weather could represent that, I have no idea).

I get up, shaking off the feeling and replacing it with happiness. At least I'm allowed to see Chad now after Mom finally forgave and believed us! So I should be happy!

I get out of bed, heading straight to the shower, and then get out and go to my room to get changed. I pick out a white vest top, black jeans and a purple T-shirt to go over the top of the vest. Chad bought me this T-shirt – it has "LITTLE SUNSHINE" written across it in cutesy writing, along with a little Sun in the middle of it. You can probably guess that I love it!

I'm just slipping into the vest top when I hear a shockingly painful bash on my window, and I jump back in panic. Oh my gosh… was that a bird?

I open the curtains a little to see that it was not a bird, rather, my insane boyfriend, hanging onto a rope and banging on the window viciously.

"You done?" I ask him, opening the window, "Seriously, you're gonna break this thing."

"Sorry," He says, "You know, it's just…" He points to himself, shaking a little, "…Afraid of heights here, remember? Plus, your room is higher than your apartment used to be… just about."

I laugh, helping him climb in, "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to see you." He says, landing skilfully on his feet on the floor of my room, "Can't I come see my favourite girl?"

"Well, yeah…" I smirk, "I mean, why are you here? Why aren't you coming in through the door like a normal person?"

He shrugs, "Well… your Mom." He says in a serious tone, before adding with a chuckle, "Plus, it seemed more cool and romantic and stuff."

I laugh at the second part, "You always have to do things the hard way." I say, helping him shake off the leaves on his jeans. "Look, it's a very sweet gesture, but it has two problems to it."

"What are they?" Chad asks.

"Well…" I lift up two fingers, pointing to each with each thought, "One – you've interrupted me… while I'm changing. I could've been naked, for all you knew."

Chad shrugs, "I'm cool with that."

My mouth drops, and I whack him with the T-shirt, snorting. "Pig." I say.

"You love me." He winks. "And number two?"

"Number two… Mom's okay with you now. We talked last night, and she's all right again."

"Really?"

"Thanks to your little appearance yesterday afternoon, she seemed to come to her senses."

Chad beams, "Awesome!"

"Uh-huh," I smile, "Now, turn around. I feel uncomfortable having a strange boy in my room while I'm changing."

Chad smirks, snorts, and rolls his eyes, before turning to face the wall. I slip on my sunshine T-shirt and add a necklace with a Sun on it (I'm in a sunny mood today, okay?), before turning Chad around and posing.

"Ta-da!" I laugh, and he whistles.

"Beautiful."

I blush redder than a tomato.

"Ooh, I just remembered!" Chad says, before searching through his back pockets to find a CD. He smiles, handing it to me. "For you."

I take the CD, scanning it. Across the top, 'Tell All The Haters' is written across the top in marker pen in Chad's penmanship. I grin.

"What's this?" I ask, and I look to Chad, who's shuffling his feet from side to side, looking half to me, half to the ground, almost shy.

"I wrote you a little something…" He says, his mouth twisting into a smile. "I just needed to get my feelings out about something… you should check it out sometime."

I smile, "I'll check it out after you go…" I say, placing the CD on my bedside table, next to my iPod docking station and CD player.

"Ah, I thought I heard voices!"

I turn to face the door to see my Mom stood in it, smiling. Chad links his arm in mine, just to check Mom's cool with it, and when she laughs and tells us we're cute, he loosens up and grins.

"We've been told." Chad admits, wrapping his arms around me klutzily. "So, Ms Munroe, since you're cool with me and Sonny again, is it okay if I take her out for a day at the mall? It's my little sister birthday tomorrow and I need Sonny's help to pick out a gift."

Mom's smile just gets bigger. "He cares about family too!" She whispers to me, before standing up straight and looking to Chad, "Of course you can, sweetie. Welcome back to the family!"

Chad grins, wrapping an arm around my neck like your best friend would, before saying happily, "Thanks, ma'am!"

"Please, Chad, no more 'ma'am'!" Mom laughs, "Just call me 'Connie'."

Chad grins, "Sure thing, ma'… Connie."

Mom laughs, "And… are you gonna leave through the window again, or are you gonna go through the front door like normal people?"

I roll my eyes, "Very funny, mother." I say, "The door."

"Okay," Mom grins, "Have fun!"

We arrive at some mall on the edge of Los Angeles, and I suddenly get a funny feeling in my stomach.

"Chad?" I ask as he unbuckles his seatbelt, and he looks up, smiling at me.

"Yes, m'lady?"

"I was just thinking… what if the paparazzi realize we're here? Won't that be a bit of a problem?"

Chad smiles, chuckling a little. "No need to worry about that." He says, "I made sure the mall upped their security for when we arrived. Plus, most of the people in there are either hardcore "Channy" fans or people we know."

I laugh, "How'd you set that up?"

Chad shrugs, smiling smugly, "Let's just say I know people. Including the owner of the mall, who owed me a favour since I showed up at his CDC-loving daughter's birthday. So basically, the biggest bother for us will be a bunch of squealing teens – not a paparazzi or microphone insight."

I smile, proud of and happy with my boyfriend and his planning. "I love you, ya know?" I say, and he smirks.

"Really?" He asks sarcastically, "Hmm, you never said."

I roll my eyes, swatting him lightly on the arm with my purse, and he smirks.

"Let's go!"

We run up to the entrance of the mall, grinning eagerly like five-year-olds in a candy store. I honestly haven't been on a shopping spree in ages – and I haven't been on a shopping spree without being mobbed by paparazzi for years. And, to be honest… it feels great!

First, we decide to save the Abby thing till later – we have all day – and head straight for the music store. What? We love music stores.

We walk in, smiling at the workers innocently, who try not to go crazy at the sight of us. We then smirk to each other, and Chad whispers into my ear;

"Wanna try and get thrown out?"

"Sounds fun." I laugh.

So, our evil scheme to get thrown out of as many shops as possible begins. I find a bass guitar in the corner of the room, and plug it in, playing softly at first, playing Demi Lovato's Don't Forget, and then turning the volume to the highest, singing at the top of my lungs on the rocky part. Things get even louder and crazier when Chad finds the drumsticks and thumps out an unbelievably awesome (and loud) drum beat. I then dump the bass and find an electric guitar, and play one of my favourite songs, What The Hell, singing with everything I've got. Chad notices my change of instrument, and of song, and stops to listen. In fact, a whole crowd gathers, watching, and I suddenly go shy. That doesn't stop me from doing what I love most. By the end, my little crowd has grown, full of friends, family, and a bunch of fans who grin and squeal at me singing, and when I finish, they all applaud crazily.

Then, things get crazy again. I take the drumsticks from Chad, banging on the drum and throwing the sticks up in the air and catching them, before yelling, "WE ROCK!" at the top of my lungs.

You can guess, sooner or later, we get thrown out by the workers. At first, I think they enjoyed it, but then it just got annoying. The smirk Chad gave me told me whenj we got thrown out that much.

"Boring people," He muttered, "No sense of fun."

I laughed at this.

"Wanna try and get thrown out of anywhere else?" He asked, and I nodded with a grin.

So, next we went to a wedding shop, trying on all sorts of crazy, wedding-y outfits. I try on like a billion dresses, in different shades of mauve, pale yellow, pink, and cream, whilst Chad tries on all the hats. Then he tries on a tux, and I must admit, he looks awesome in a tux.

So, we get thrown out of there soon enough, since we spend, like, one and a half hours in there.

"We're closing for lunch." The bored-looking lady told us, closing the door on us. I think that was just an excuse to get rid of us.

Next, we went for lunch in a little café. We had smoothies and cakes and talked and laughed. It felt good to just relax, chill. With all that went on in both of our lives, we never got to spend any alone time together, just chilling without one of us having to dash off all of a sudden.

And it felt good.

After lunch, we decided it was time to get looking for Abby's birthday stuff. We went to a card shop to buy the balloons, cards, and other little stuff to make her birthday feel special. I know little kids adore things like that!

Then, we went to the bakery, where we tried to find a cake for her. None of the designs really matched what we wanted for her, so we designed one ourselves. Well, I designed one – if Chad's acting career ever falls, designing would not be his strong point. He gave up straight away, crossing his arms like a stubborn five-year-old. (Ha. You may not read this until you get back in a week or so Hannah, but that was indeed for you ;))

And then, we went for the present. At first, it wasn't very original – one of those moving, talking horses. But then, we found another music store, and Chad, whilst rooting through the bass's to find the loudest model (we were still trying to get thrown out), found a small, pink, guitar. He fell for it immediately, and insisted we bought it for her to try out.

"I see her as a teen singer-songwriter," He mused, making me giggle. Chad sure has high expectations for the girl he considers his daughter. "And we need to get her started right away."

"You think so?" I asked as my eyebrows rose.

"I know so." He winked, "You know how excited she gets when she sees you get out your guitar. She'll be amazing. You'll see…"

Well, I'm sure rooting for him. I can just imagine… Abby… a singer-songwriter? It sure is possible – the Coopers were made for big things. And Josh? Hmm… successful video game tester, maybe?

So, we bought the horse and the guitar, along with neat, pink and purple wrapping paper. And now, we're trying to stuff all of the gifts and decorations into the back of Chad's car. Well, Chad is. I'm sat in the backseats of the car, trying not-too-hardly to pull things back in while Chad moans and groans and growls under his breath.

"Stupid tiny car…" He says, "Why do convertibles have such… limited… space!"

I smirk, watching him, "Ha, you're doing great, honey." I wink as he glares at me, with disapproving, yet joking, eyes.

"Really, Sonny?" He asks, "Really? This horse is too big! Can't we… decapitate it or something and then put it back together when we get back?"

I gasp dramatically, "No! We can't decapitate it! That just ruins the love that Lovey Horse is meant to spread!"

Chad rolls his eyes yet again, groaning as he tries to stack the horse on the guitar (and fails). "I really hate-y Lovey Horse." He says.

"Ah, Chad, you know you can't say that around Abby… she'll break down trying to pick between you and the horse!"

Chad groans as I smirk again, before he shoves a little more. I decide, to end his suffering, to get out of the car and help. I take the horse from him, and bring it with me to the backseats of the car. Chad watches me, glaring angrily at my plan to just put the horse in the backseat.

"Show-off." He murmurs, and I laugh.

"Thanks for today, Chad," I smile at him when we get back to my house. We're stood outside my house like in all those romantic moments, him leaning against the door and me standing in front of him, holding my hands in front of me and swaying shyly. "I had fun."

"Me too." He grins, "It was nice to spend a day just… together. Alone, you know what I mean?"

I nod, "I do. So what are you gonna do for Abby's birthday tomorrow?"

"Hmm, I'll think about it." He says.

"Okay then," I smile, "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure."

He then kisses me softly on the cheek, winking. He pulls away from the kiss, only for us to start kissing again, this time on the lips. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he wraps his around my back, and we kiss for what feels like forever. I wish it had been forever, anyways, because after a few minutes Chad pulls away, grinning coolly. He winks, walking back to his car, and I watch him. When he starts to drive off, I go back inside, completely tired.

I collapse onto my bed, exhausted, before remembering Chad's CD on my bedside table. I take the CD and put it in my player, putting the earplugs in so that I don't wake Mom (who is already asleep… we spent forever at that mall, and even more of forever getting back from it), and listening.

A sweet, melodic guitar tune comes from the earplugs, and I immediately fall in love with the song. It suddenly inspires me – it's all about what we've been going through. It's Chad, telling me to ignore the paparazzi, ignore the haters, and just listen to what my heart tells me.

And now, my heart's telling me that I really, truly love Chad Dylan Cooper.

So, what did I tell ya? Filler. And I didn't proofread either - I have to go for dinner - so sorry for any mistakes.

Oh well, I just want to thank you guys for the reviews last time, and hope you all review again! :D

Has anyone heard Demi's single? Tell me what you think of it in your review - I just think it's amazing!

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