Five o'clock. That means Sonny should be finished filming and heading over here any minute now.

Yesterday, a reporter aired a story on me confessing that Sonny and I are dating. I figured if I told people we were together, she would get all angry and have to come see me. Or yell at me. Either one was fine with me.

So I rushed Portlyn and the rest of the cast out of my dressing room preparing for Sonny's arrival.

Sure enough, not five minutes later, Sonny comes bursting through my dressing room door.

"Oh well hello Sonny. What's up?" I felt the smirk I was trying to hide creep across my face.

She glared at me and shook her head back and forth. Before I could ask why, she started typing in the Teen Magazine URL on my computer.

"What's this?" She said, straining to keep her voice down.

I could have just looked at it and answered her, but if figured I could get her a little bit more mad first.

"Why, I have no idea what you are talking about. Is there something wrong with my computer?" I faked a worried expression, but didn't move towards the computer at all.

"CHAD DYLAN COOPER THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" Ha! She lost it! I win again.

"Sonny, sweetheart, there's no need to raise your voice."

"I said this isn't FUNNY!" I laughed.

"Maybe from where you're standing it's not, but from over here it's hilarious!" I continued laughing. I leaned behind her on the back of the couch, "Still funny over here too!"

"Why did you say that?!" she was starting to turn different shades of red and purple, so I took that as my cue to tone it down gradually until her face returned to its normal color.

"I didn't think it would be that big of a deal..." I hooked my left arm around her neck, which she shook off immediately.

"So you are telling me that telling the whole world we were the latest Hollywood couple seemed liked a good idea?!" she turned around to face me.

"Hey, at least I got to see you." I smiled the same smile I always use when I spill my feeling carelessly to confuse her.

"...What does that even mean?!" works every time.

"It means I'm happy to see you." I shrugged and put my arm back around her shoulders.

"......FORGET IT! You're hopeless! I'm leaving." she stomped towards the door. I laughed.

"Fine but you'll be back." she closed the door after herself.

I walked around the couch and picked up the cell phone that she left.

"And 3, 2, 1," she walked back in, "Cue the cranky hot girl missing her cell phone."

She grabbed it out of my hand, "Thank you." she huffed and tried to turn around and head for the door.

"I don't think so. You're not getting away that easy." I took her hand and pulled her towards me.

"What are you-" I interrupted her by kissing her on the lips.

After a few seconds she dropped her cell phone on the floor and threw her arms around my neck.

"You can't just do that. It's not fair." she said after pulling away.

"What? You don't expect me to let my girlfriend leave my dressing room with out kissing her at least once, do you?" I leaned in to kiss her again but she put her finger on my lips.

"I'm not your girlfriend." she turned around and walked determinedly out the door.

I bent down, picked her phone up, and held it out for her to take.

She walked back in.

"And cue the stubborn hot girl who forgot her cell phone. Again." I said as she took the phone out of my hand.

"Thank you." as soon as she walked out the door, I called her.

"Hello?" she answered.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Chad."

what do ya think? I'll never know unless you R E V I E W !

it was supposed to be a two shot but i think i'll wrrite more so... yeah!