I sighed and slammed my book shut. I shifted my weight and adjusted my position on the couch, uncrossing my legs and relaxing. Now that I had nothing to read, what was there to do? Ah, boredom. My greatest enemy.. well, other than that guy. The bane of my existence; also known as Chad Dylan Cooper.

With an exhasperated sigh, my eyes flicked from place to place, surveying the prop room. I crossed my arms tightly, muttering something under my breath, and then I noticed the TV remote sitting right next to my thigh. I shrugged--what else did I have to do anyway?--and clicked on the power button. Dora the Explorer just happened to be on at that particular moment. Ew. And two seconds later, how I'd wish I hadn't turned on that television.

"Heh. I knew it," a familiar voice mocked from behind me. "I always knew you watched pre-K shows in your spare time."

"Chad, what are you doing here this time?!" I demanded, instantly flipping channels. I didn't turn to look at him, as I was too annoyed.

"I am so writing this on my blog." he smirked.

"You always say that, but you never write anything about me on your stupid blog," I muttered. I groaned mentally as a boring history show came on.

"Hm, how would you know? Do you read my blog, Sonny?" he probed mockingly. I could just imagine him smirking at me. That smug, stupid smirk that I always wanted to smack off of his face. But you know, it's actually kind of--dare I say--cute.

"D'uhh, n-no! Why would I?" I stuttered, my voice rising an octave. "It's stupid. Pfft," I added.

"Really Sonny? Really?" Chad cooed annoyingly.

"Okay fine. Maybe I browse it every like, 6 months," I muttered.

"Really?"

"...Pssh. Fine, I read it daily. You win."

Chad laughed triumphantly and flopped down beside me on the couch. I glared at him, and moved in the opposite direction from where he was sitting. "Who gave you permission to sit here, Cooper?" I said sharply. I sneered at him as I finally turned to face him.

"I did." he replied, snatching the remote and flipping to channel nine. Reruns of MacKenzie Falls were on. Dangit.

"As if you being here wasn't bad enough, now you're making me watch MacKenzie Falls?!" I groaned.

I decided to play along and just watch it for a minute or two. "The time for talking is over," said MacKenzie, Chad's character and the main character of the series. That was his 'famous line,' it seemed. I hated that line. So, so much. It always reminded me of Chad; and I hated Chad. I really, really, really hated Chad. I hated him because of how much I loved him.

My train of thought was oh-so-rudely interrupted by a huge draft. I shivered and crossed my arms, rubbing them in an attempt to keep myself warm. "Gosh, it's freezing in here.." I thought aloud.

Chad looked over at me. He paused for a second. "You.. cold?" he asked.

"Uhm, yeah, kinda." I shrunk into my seat.

Chad took this opportunity to slide next to me until we were pressed against eachother. He slung his arm over my shoulder.

Woah.. I thought. My mouth opened to speak, but I could barely say anything. "'Deh, I.. um.."

He put his index finger over my lips. "Sh. The time for talking is over."

I rolled my eyes slightly, but my stomach filled with butterflies as he pressed a bit harder against me.

And there we sat. Neither of us said a word. We just sat next to eachother contently, passively watching the cheesy drama that played on the television screen. And, oddly, I wouldn't have had it any other way.