I can feel his hot breath brushing againest my lips. Our lips were just about to touch when we rose up and fell back, tumbling to the ground with a thud. I open my eyes to see Klondike running away and I look down to find the reason why. A brown snake slithers around in the damp grass. I get a glimpse of its eyes. Nope. Not poisonous. I'm guessing Chad sees it because he takes off like a bolt of lightning. He makes a short, high pitched, "Ah!"

"Only him," I think to myself. I roll my eyes playfully at his outburst as I stand up, wiping the leaves and grass off my jeans. I'm upset in some weird so of way. I don't know why. Maybe its the pressure of my grandma. Maybe it isn't. I can't think about it much because I see my mom, motioning for me to come in. I walk over to her.

"What?" I ask, wondering why she wants me.

"I thought you and Chad weren't dating," she says curiously.

"We aren't," I confirm, confused.

"Okay," she says, drawing it out, obviously not believing me.

"We aren't," I repeat, in a more authoritative voice.

"Okay," she says, sounding like she believes me, but I doubt she actually does.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"About 5," she tells me. "Come help me and your grandma cook supper."

It's about 9 o'clock. And I am nervous. I have to make it seem like we're dating and in love. These few weeks are going to be the most awkward ones in the history of mankind. I'm hoping that I can just go into our room and then walk out when she goes to bed at about 11. Hopefully. Chad's taking a shower right now, and he'll probably be out in about a minute. I'm sitting on one of the barstools around the island in the kitchen, biting my nails. My mom comes in to soothe me.

"Honey," Mom begins, "don't be nervous. Now, I trust you," she hesitates,"and Chad. Just don't do anything."

I blush madly.

"Mom," I whine, "we're not even dating. We'll just... take it as an acting challenge. I'll sneak out at about 11."

"Okay," she nods. "You're gonna sleep on the couch?"

"Yeah," I nod.

Before she can say anything, Chad comes downstairs dressed in black, Adidas sweatpants with two white strips on either side and a white New York Jets shirt. We stop to look at him.

"What?" he asks wearily.

"Nothing," I tell him with a smirk, knowing it'd annoy him.

"What?" he asks again.

"Nothing," I repeat, shaking my head. I turn to my mom. "Can I talk to Chad... alone?"

She looks at him hesitantly, but nods. She kisses my forehead and says, "I'll see you tomorrow morning." She then walks out of the kitchen and into her and my dad's room. (The master room on the floor plan)

I gulp, "Chad."

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry," I offer weakly.

"For what?" Chad asks, scrunching his eyebrows in an incredibly cute way.

"For getting you into this," I answer. "I know I should have told you about my grandma being this way. So. I'm sorry."

"Sonny, you don't have to apologize," he says, taking a seat next to me. "I mean, sure, a warning would've been nice," he laughed, "but... you telling me would've been more awkward."

I nod in complete agreement.

"Besides," he continued, "I would've just been at Hollywood parties, hanging out with my friends at ball games. Stuff like that. It wouldn't have near as much fun."

I laugh at his sarcasm, "Be serious."

He laughs too.

"At least I don't have to be around Portlyn," Chad smiles.

I scrunch my nose, "I thought you liked her."

Chad scoffs, "Not even close. She's so... obnoxious. I mean, she just ruins everything."

"Like what?" I ask.

"Like, uh," he puts on a thinking face and it soon lights up, "Oh! Remember when she told you guys my plan to keep Mackenzie Falls stay number one?"

I nod with a scowl on my face.

"Stuff like that," he tells me.

"Well, you deserved to be busted." I tell him. "That's so mean."

He looks down to his feet and mumbles a small, "Sorry."

"What?" I ask with a smirk.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles louder.

"Huh?" I ask.

"I said, 'I'm sorry'!" He whisper yelled.

"I know," I tell him with a laugh, "I just couldn't believe it."

He scowls at me jokingly, making him look so cute.

"You know," he tells me, "I'm glad you asked me to come here. Not Nico. Not Grady. But me."

"Really? Why?" I ask.

"I don't know. I kinda happen to like spending time with you," he tells me and I look at him quizzically. "I do. You're just... not the average Hollywood girl."

"So, you like spending time with me because I'm different?" I ask.

"Yeah," he nods.

"Different weird? Different annoying?" I ask.

"Different... surprising. Like when we met, you went all crazy-"

"I did not!" I protest.

"Really, Sonny? Really?" he asks me.

"Ok, fine. I did," I say, slumping into my chair.

"But then you started fighting with me and telling me off and I just never know what you'll do next," he says.

"So, you like me because I'm mean to you?" I ask, confused.

"Now, you're nice to me... at times. But you're only mean when I deserve it. I just like you, excuse me, like spending time with you because you don't like me," he tells me.

"What?" I ask, lost at where he's going.

"I mean, I'm an actor, and I'm rich," I roll my eyes at him, "and when you're rich, you don't know if people like you for you, or your stuff. Or your fame."

"Well, I don't like you for your fame," I tell him. "In fact, I hate your fame."

"Why?" Chad asks.

"Because if you didn't have your fame, I think you'd be an amazing guy. I mean, when the cameras aren't around, you're nice and giving and sweet."

He rolls his eyes, "Oh come on."

"Whether you like it or not. You are. And deep down, you know it," I laugh.

"Maybe," Chad shrugs. "So, you think I'd be an amazing guy?"

"No," I shake my head. "I think you are an amazing guy."

He cocks his head at me and smiles. We both lean in. Our lips are about to touch until I hear,

"You can do what you want

But don't step on my blue suede shoes

Knock me down

St-" sang the voice until it paused once it saw us.

"Sorry," came the southern accent. Skylar.

We both look at him, staying in the same position.

He smiles meekly, turns around, and runs away. We both awkwardly pull away from our nonexistent kiss.

"Should we go to 'our' room?" Chad asked tensely.

I nod. And we walk up to "our" room.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see my grandma watching me from her bedroom door. I'm guessing Chad does too because he puts his hand on my back. Man, I hope this goes well.

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