|The Dating Strike
Author: Charenny PM
After her latest boyfriend turns out to be a scum, Sonny's had enough of guys and goes on a dating strike. But that's kind of hard to do when she has to share the house with Chad for the whole summer, along with Lucy, Tawni, and her stupid brother.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Sonny M. & Chad D. C. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 15,069 - Reviews: 35 - Favs: 26 - Follows: 36 - Updated: 10-25-09 - Published: 08-15-09 - id: 5304230
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This is a deadheart115 and xocharleyfletcher collaboration story.
Disclaimer: We don't own Sonny With a Chance. And if we did then you all know what would have already happened between Channy. (cough) kiss (cough). Moving on...Lol xD
A/N: Hey everyone! This is the first chapter! Charley and I are so excited to start this, and so we hope you like it. :) So if you haven't read our stories yet, then you should know that we love to get ideas from you guys. So if you have any ideas on what you want them to do or whatever, feel free to tell us in your reviews. Or PM us.
Okay, so usually there would be dedications here, but we haven't had any readers yet! Lol, so for now I'm dedicating this to my sister, Charley, for just being awesome and I'm glad I get to write this with her.
A/N: Heyy, erm, yea we do really hope you like this. We have been talking about starting this for ages! Well, it feels like ages, it's probably been like a week. I'm really excited for this, like mega excited! And yea this is also dedicated to Renny. So basically this whole chapter is dedicated to ourselves lmaoo!
A/N: Haha, well it's not our fault. But we're not conceited, really. Technically, I dedicated to Charley, and she dedicated it to me. So technically, we're not dedicating it to ourselves. Okay, I'll stop talking now and let you read.
- One -
I collapsed on my bed with a sigh. This summer was supposed to be the best yet; or so I thought. Chad Dylan Cooper usually manages to ruin everything-from peace picnics, to the wall of our prop house. And today, like every other day, he managed to ruin my cheerful mood.
It was supposed to be a summer I would never forget. I would spend it with my best friend, Lucy, and we would have the time of our lives. No boys, though; definitely no boys. I've had too much heartbreak already from him. I thought the stupid jerk would be different, but he's the same as all the others. He said he'll be visiting his grandma on Friday, and I catch him in mid-kiss with some perky blonde chick. I dumped him right there on the spot and ran home to phone Lucy to tell her about my latest unfortunate boyfriend. She decided that she should come and visit me over the summer, and said that this would indeed be a boy-free summer. It was going to be an all-girl summer.
Unfortunately, fate has other plans…
"Sonny! We've got some exciting news for you." I glanced up from texting Tawni on my phone as my parents came through the door.
"Did you talk to Lucy's parents?" I asked them eagerly, as I bounced on my chair anxiously. I was really looking forward to the summer. Of course I would miss So Random; it was the best job I could ever wish for! But I was really looking forward to spending the summer with my best friend. I miss her so much, and it'd be nice to spend the summer with her; just the two of us.
"Yes, sweetie," my mom answered, smiling brightly. My mom has always been an older version of me; except I always think she's much prettier than me. Maybe it's because no matter what, she's always happy and bubbly. I think I get my personality from her. Of course, sometimes she gets mad and all, but it never lasts. "They're letting her stay here for the whole summer!"
I squealed as I ran to hug my mom. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I screamed, still hugging her, as she laughed at my reaction.
"Ah, ah, ah," my dad said, clicking his tongue. "Not so fast, Ali. We don't want you girls to hang out here all summer doing nothing but gossip about boys." I rolled my eyes, ready to protest, but my dad continued. "So…we got the three of you a job."
I tilted my head as I thought about this. I guess that isn't so bad. I mean, we probably will get bored at some point. The job will keep us busy for sure. Plus, we'll make some money out of it-since So Random isn't filming in the summer-and we'll still get to spend some time with each other.
"What's the job, dad?" I asked him.
"At your Uncle Joe's restaurant," he answered. "It's not that far from here, so you could just walk or bike there everyday."
I nodded, just about to agree to this when I realized something. Did he say three people? Who else would be working with us? I furrowed my brows, and thought about who else they thought would be hanging out with us. My dad said girls…Tawni! I know she'll be stopping by from time to time; in fact, she's been doing that a lot lately, although I don't know why. I'm hoping it's because she's finally starting to open up to me and start to like me. I smiled at that thought, then frowned when I realized there's no way Tawni would agree to this.
"Uh...mum, dad, I don't think Tawni will want to work at uncle Joe's restaurant; she's not really the working type," I explained to my parents. "Besides, she's not even staying with us. She'll just come around and visit when she likes. So I don't think she'll be able to come to work every morning even if she does want to work." My parents knew Tawni lived far from us, so it's kind of hard for her to travel back and forth everyday just to go to work.
My mom pursed her lips, and looked at me with an amused expression. My dad had a somewhat similar look on his face, but he was frowning. It's strange how in love my parents are; they are complete opposites. While my mother has a lovable and bubbly personality, my father is very quiet and mysterious. Even though, when he wants to, I know he can be a riot. I, after all, get my funny side from him.
"Sonny, honey," my mom said gently. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at her attempt in being funny by rhyming. "The third job isn't for Tawni."
"Who's it for then?" I asked; completely confused.
"The third job is for Chad," my dad said. My head shot up to him, and my eyes widened. I searched his eyes for any sign of teasing, but there was none. You've got to be kidding me.
"Excuse me?" I spluttered.
"The third job is for Chad," my dad repeated. My eyes must be bugging out of my head by now.
"Chad Dylan Cooper?" I asked, unable to comprehend with what was happening.
"Yes Sonny, I thought you would be happy about this," My mother answered slowly.
"No!" I whined, covering my face with my hands. "Why?"
"Well, Chad's parents are going away for vacation," my mother explained softly, while patting my back. "And they've asked us to take care of him while they're gone."
I snorted, and lifted my face from my hands to look at my parents. "Mom. Dad. Chad is a big boy; he can take care of himself. How old is he-three? He doesn't need you guys to baby-sit him everyday. Besides, won't it be a bother to have you travel back and forth to his house, just to watch him do nothing all day?"
My mom chuckled softly, and I gave her a confused look. "Of course it'll be a bother. That's why we've invited him to stay with us for the summer." I practically knocked down the chair I was sitting on, and started freaking out.
"WHAT?!" I cried, horrified. "The stupid jerk-face is staying with US?! For the whole summer?!"
"And you get the pleasure of working beside him everyday too," my dad added, chuckling. This was one of the times I wished he wasn't funny. I narrowed my eyes at him, as I slumped back down in my seat.
"Not funny, dad," I grumbled as he chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Oh, come on, kiddo," he said. "It won't be so bad. Besides, this would be a good opportunity for you guys to bond. Ever since we found out his dad was my best friend in high school, you've been nothing but cruel to each other. We feel…that it's time to let the whole rivalry thing you have on your shows, and just start fresh. This would be a great opportunity for you guys to get to know each other."
I glared at the man I used to call my father until now. "You set this up."
He blinked, and turned to my mom innocently. "What? Me? No, sweetie, we would never do such a thing." He pretended to look shocked, and then smiled like he had done nothing wrong. I shook my head at him, not believing a word he says.
"Chad's parents really did want to go on vacation…" he trailed off, and judging by his tone, I knew he wasn't done talking. I made a motion with my hands to urge him to continue. "And they…kind of…invited your mom and me to come too. And we accepted."
My mouth hung open, and I stood there, gaping at them. "I thought you were supposed to take care of him!"
"Well, you were right, Sonny," my mom spoke, piping up. "Maybe Chadis too old to have a baby-sitter."
"Dad! You choose now to leave me alone with a boy?" I yelled at him. "For the whole summer?! Alone. In the house. For the whole. Summer." I tried to stare him down, and tried to get it through his head that there was no way I'm spending the summer with Chad.
But my dad only waved his hand dismissively at me. "Oh, Ali, you're overreacting. He won't do anything to you. Besides, you won't be alone. You'll have Lucy and Ryan here with you."
"Ryan's a baby! Like he'll actually defend me," I said. "He can barely defend his teddy bear when I stole it from his room last month." And to think I'm actually supposed to call him my older brother. The guy was a wimp.
"Sonny! Don't talk about your brother like that," my mom scolded. Then she muttered under her breath, "Even though it's somewhat true."
"Somewhat?" my dad muttered, "It's definitely true." If I wasn't so angry right now, I would've probably laughed. But this is a serious matter. In about a few days, an (unfortunately) hot devil is about to enter my house, and reside in it for the whole summer.
"Besides," I added, "Ryan's not even going to home. He said he doesn't want to come home yet for his first year in college."
"Well, that's okay," my mom said. "You still have Lucy. And, plus, you'll be at the restaurant all day."
"Yeah, so by the time you get home, you'll be too worn out to do anything," my dad added, chuckling. I glared at him. Like I would do anything with Chad-adult or no adult in the house.
"But, uh, where will he stay?" I pointed out. "We only have one guest room, and that's where Lucy's staying."
"Well, actually, he could stay in Ryan's room," my dad pointed out. "Since Ryan won't be there for the summer anyways." Darn it. For once, I actually wished my idiot brother would be here so the stupid jerk-face won't.
And it's unfair that Ryan always gets the better life than I do. Ryan's popular in college. I've seen him bring home tons of girls, and all of them were always devastatingly gorgeous. I was so happy when it was time for him to leave home and go to college. I hated that he always got what he wants, and I was sick of him rubbing it in all the time. So what if he got the better and bigger room? So what if all of his girlfriends were always so pretty, yet nice, and then he was always the dumper, not the dumpee like I was. If he got tired of a girl, he would just dump her and move on. Me? I'm always the one getting dumped-either that, or I dump them because they turn out to be jerks or losers. Kind of like my latest boyfriend-excuse me, ex-boyfriend-who cheated on me with that stupid blonde chick!
Okay, I'll admit that I was a little bit jealous of my older brother. We've never had a really good relationship. But if there's one thing that I had and Ryan didn't, it was So Random. That was another reason I was excited I got the job. Let's just say, Ryan's not the best actor in the world. In fact, he's terrible. He can't act or lie to save his life. So when I got the job, I knew I was more than happy to rub it in his face like he's done to me with his many girlfriends and stupid awards. He had claimed that he couldn't care less, and that it was a stupid job, but for once I felt like I was actually good at something he wasn't. And that's something he can't ever take away from me.
Of course, even without him here, he still manages to take away something from me; my best summer ever. If he had been here, then Chad will have nowhere to stay. But no...he had to leave for college now. Why couldn't he have left when we were both in a pie-eating competition, and I wanted to win so badly-because the prize was a huge trophy-but Ryan had to go and beat me? I kept thinking that it wasn't fair because he was three years older than me, and he had a big appetite for his age (He was ten; I was seven). I also thought that if he hadn't been there, I would've won.
But no, he had to leave now, and not then. Just when I needed him most. But I knew, deep down, that this wasn't his fault. That Chad would've stayed here anyways even if Ryan was here. Knowing my parents, they'll probably make him sleep in the basement or something on a sofa bed. But I was just so used to blaming Ryan all the time for my problems that I couldn't help but think it's his fault.
"Why does he always get what he wants?" I whined, thinking about Ryan and his perfect life. Even though I'm pretty sure my parents didn't know I was talking about Ryan. They probably thought I was talking about Chad or something. "It's not fair." I sounded so much like a four-year old who just got told she wasn't allowed to eat another cookie from the cookie jar.
"Sonny," my dad said sternly. His tone clearly meant that he wasn't joking anymore, and that he's done discussing this. I could tell that his mind was set, from the way his eyes glazed over mine with a very firm expression. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his chin jutted out as he raised his eyebrows. I knew that look; it meant that he didn't want to hear anymore, and that I should stop talking before I get into trouble.
I sighed, and slumped in my seat while pouting. With gritted teeth, I answered, "Fine."
My dad smiled, and ruffled my hair. "That's my girl. Now go get the guest room ready for Chad." I clenched my fists together, as I stomped to the guest room.
-End of Flashback-
Way to go, Chad. You just turned the best summer of my life to the worst all by hearing your name. On the other hand, I knew at least I'll never forget this summer either. With Chad, there are always some crazy schemes involved.
I groaned when I heard the doorbell ring, knowing who it was. Welcome to the beginning of your worst summer ever, Sonny.
Staying at Sonny's house for the summer can have its advantages right? I mean, I can annoy her-she never fails to amuse me when her face goes all red from getting so angry at me-even though she can do the same to me with her stupid bawking-and tease her all I want. At work, I only get to see her between breaks, but now, I can annoy her all I want. All I have to do is walk over to her room and knock. But, seriously, that might be the only good thing that comes out of this.
When my parents broke the news that I would be staying at her house for the entire summer, I freaked. This was so unfair. Just because they all wanted to go on vacation, doesn't mean we, as in the kids, want them to. I mean, did they just completely forget about us? They could've at least invited us to come along, but no…instead, they'd rather they have the whole vacation to themselves probably to spend some quality time together. I just hope that as a souvenir; they don't bring back a baby brother or sister for me. I am very much okay being an only child, and I plan to keep it that way.
Unfortunately, they left me no choice. They told me to pack my bags this instant, and no matter how much I argued and complained, I knew I wouldn't win. Their mind was set; I would spend the entire summer at the Monroe's house whether I like it or not.
After a good few hours of packing my bags-I was taking my time on purpose; dreading each minute that brought me closer to the summer I had to spend with Sonny. I told them I needed to take this long because I had to make sure I had everything; a whole summer was a long time. But they knew I was stalling, and practically dragged me to the car with all of my bags. I complained in the car all the way to Sonny's house.
"Why do I have to go?" I whined for about the hundredth time that day. We passed by a few posters of So Random, and I rolled my eyes. As if I didn't need to suffer enough. The posters of her stupid show were practically everywhere, reminding me of my unfortunate luck. Okay, so technically, there were posters of Mackenzie Falls too, but I was too focused on moping that it seemed like her face was everywhere.
"Chad, your mom and I haven't been on vacation since you were born," my dad said again, even though I've already heard all of this before. He just inclined his head towards me, but didn't exactly look at me since he was driving.
"We just want a few days to ourselves," my mom added in a soft and loving voice.
"Well then go to the beach! Why do I have to get kicked out?" I complained. "I'm seventeen, mom. I think I can take care of myself for the whole summer."
"Oh, we know you can take care of yourself, sweetie," my mom said.
"But you're just not responsible," my dad added, looking at me from the rearview mirror. I scoffed.
"I'm responsible," I said. "I take care of myself everyday. I make sure I get to work on time everyday too."
"No, not like that, Chad," my mom said. "What we mean, is...responsible children don't throw humongous parties when they're parents are away, that woke up the entire neighborhood, including the police, and gets caught half-dead on the sofa by their parents."
"I wasn't half-dead!" My mom turned around in her seat to quirk her eyebrow at me. I sighed and mumbled, "I was sleeping, mom."
"No, son. Sleeping is what you do when you're tired," my dad said, his eyes still on the road. "When you drink about eighteen bottles of beer, and end up on the couch, it's half-dead."
I rolled my eyes and stared out the window. "Whatever."
My dad chuckled. "It's your fault for throwing that party to make us a little hesitant to trust you. And we were only visiting your grandparent's house-which is about an hour away from our house. Imagine what you'll do when we're going to be miles away from the house! Nuh-huh. Sorry, Chad. We're not leaving you alone to trash our house again." My dad shook his head and clicked his tongue. "I mean, we leave seeing you behind the TV screen, and come back seeing you behind bars in jail."
"Dad, you're overreacting," I said, rolling my eyes again. "I'm not going to go to jail."
"You were close last time," he pointed out. "You're not old enough to drink."
"I got a warning last time. It won't happen again," I promised.
"Oh, I know it won't," my dad said. "Because if it does, goodbye Mackenzie Falls; hello California Hospital." My dad has always wanted me to be a doctor-or whatever job that is sensible. He never really agreed to the fact that I wanted to go into the acting business.
"It won't happen again, dad," I repeated. I saw him smile from the front seat.
"Good," he said, "But you're still going." I slumped down in my seat-all hope I had flying out the window.
"What's the point of staying there, when her parents are going on the trip too?" I asked them. "No adult supervision."
"Actually, we got you a job," my dad said happily. I think he was fighting the urge to say, "sensible job". My eyes widened.
"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes, Chad," mom answered. "Do you seriously think we're going to let you spend the summer doing nothing? You're going to be working at Sonny's uncle Joe's restaurant. That way, you'll have adult supervision everyday."
"Plus, Sonny's a good girl," my dad added. "We trust her to take care of you."
"Oh, god." I covered my face with my hands in horror. "You trust her more than your own son? What-is she supposed to like baby-sit me or something? That's just great. I've always wanted Sonny to baby-sit me-I mean, what's wrong with that? It doesn't matter if she's a year younger than me, or that she could tell everyone at work about this. No, it sounds perfectly fine. Why didn't I think of this before?"
"Stop with the sarcasm, Chad," mom scolded me. "You could learn a thing or two from her. She's a very fine girl." I scoffed, but didn't say anything.
"Is Ryan going to be there?" That's another good thing that came out of this. Ryan was Sonny's older brother-and no doubt much cooler than her too. He's not as immature as Sonny; you don't see him going around bawking at people and acting like a stupid chicken. Ryan and I had practically become best friends when our parents introduced us to each other. I mean, he wasn't famous or anything, but he was still cool. Plus, the guy had good looks-not as good as me, of course-but it was enough to get him any girl he wants.
He was the reason I survive every time our parents have one of their "business meetings", and drag me along to come. If it wasn't for Ryan, I would've been stuck with Sonny all day there. But ever since he got into college, I haven't seen him in a long time. I have to admit, I kind of did miss him.
"Oh, I think he's at college for most of the summer, extra credit I think," my mother answered. I slumped in my seat even further, and sighed. "Sonny will be there, I thought you liked her?" Mom continued, trying to cheer me up. I made a face, but she didn't see.
"I think it's a little more than 'like' honey; from the way he talks about her so much," my dad teased. I narrowed my eyes at him, even though he wasn't looking at me.
"That's out of hate, dad, not like," I said. He chuckled, his shoulders shaking up and down from the movement.
"Fine then. It's out of love," he said, winking at me from the rearview mirror.
"I don't love her," I mumbled quietly so they can't hear me. I knew if they heard, they'll no doubt make fun of me even more. It's best to just let it go now.
The ride seemed shorter than usual, but it was probably because I'm not looking forward to this at all. I dragged myself out of the car, slamming the door close, and walking to the back to help my dad with my bags. I lifted up the heaviest one and set it on the ground.
"You're going to have fun, Chad," my father assured me as he lifted my navy blue duffel bag. "Don't worry." He flashed me his everything's-going-to-be-alright-you-don't-need-to-worry smile. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not worried about anything, dad," I said, pulling the handle on my suitcase, and started dragging it towards the house. "I just don't want to go, that's all."
"Well you're here now," my mother said, coming behind us with a purse draped across her arm. "Behave, Chad. And don't act all...smart-alecky towards them." I grunted, but stayed silent as she rang the doorbell. Sonny's dad opened the door, smiling brightly at us. He and my dad gave each other a manly hug sort of thing. I greeted him with a simple, "Hi" as he slapped my back in response.
We were all ushered inside, and I greeted Sonny's mom too. My parents sat on the couch with her parents, and began chatting about how excited they were, what they're going to see...blah blah blah. All the things that we weren't invited to.
"So, Chad. I heard you're going to be working at the restaurant this summer," Mr. Monroe said. He said it as a statement rather than a question. Like I have a choice, I thought but didn't say.
I nodded, and returned her smile. "Yep. Thank you for getting me a job there." Not that I want it...
"Chad's very excited to be actually working in a sensible job now," my dad said. I fought the urge to roll my eyes as he slapped me on the back with a proud smile. "Isn't that right, son?"
I forced a smile after I received looks of dagger from my mother. "Yes, father, I am very excited to be working a sensible job this summer at a sensible place, with sensible people." My mom shot me a glare, and I pretended to not see it.
"Oh! He's very polite, isn't he?" Mrs. Monroe said to my father. In front of guests, yeah.
"Yes, we're very proud of our son," my mother spoke up.
"Well, Chad. By all means, we're happy to have you here," Mrs. Monroe said with a smile. "Even though we won't actually be here, you are welcome to our house."
"As long as you treat it responsibly." Sonny's father furrowed his brows, and narrowed his eyes at me. "And the people living in it. Including my daughter." Ick. He thinks I'll do something to Sonny? Gross. I'd rather kiss a pig-not that Sonny isn't one.
But I nodded respectfully. "Yes sir. I'll treat her with respect, and not do anything to her." Well, a couple of pranks won't hurt, I thought mischievously.
Mr. Monroe peered at me with narrowed eyes, but nodded. "Good."
"Oh, don't worry about a thing," my dad said to him. "They're in good hands. My brother will take care of them at the restaurant, and he'll stop by from time to time to check on them too. So they won't be causing too much damage."
"Yes, and they'll have tons of fun like we will," my mother added, turning to me with a smile. "I know you will."
"Yes, mother, dear. When I'm not working, I'll have tons of fun with Sonny," I said, hoping I don't sound too sarcastic. My mother ignored the way I called her "mother, dear", and paid attention to Sonny's mom.
"Well, actually, Chad," Mrs. Monroe said, sitting up on the edge of the couch. "Sonny and Lucy will be working there too, so you won't have to worry about missing out on anything."
My eyes widened. "Excuse me?" I can't believe this. I'm missing out on what was supposed to be a great summer in the sun to stay with my enemy and her friend at her house and I have to work with those two annoying little girls? That's just so unfair.
I yelped in pain as I felt someone pinch my leg. Mr. and Mrs. Monroe looked at me strangely, and I smiled at them. "I-I mean...uh...that sounds lovely. We'll have so much fun." I tried my best to feign enthusiasm and not act like I hate their daughter. Which is kind of hard, considering I do.
Mrs. Monroe smiled at me. "I know, right? We're going to have so much fun this summer. Seriously, this is like our best summer ever!" She started to stand up, and jump up and down. Now I could see where Sonny gets her personality from.
"Yes, and we better get going before we miss our plane," my dad declared, standing up. The rest of the adults followed his movement, and they started for the door. My mom went up to me and started attacking me with kisses and hugs.
"Be a good boy, Chad," she said in between kisses. "I'm trusting you. If you need anything, just call, and we'll be home in a jiff." I rolled my eyes and groaned.
"Mo-om..." I whined. She pulled back and gave me a little slap.
"Give your mother a proper goodbye, Chad," she said, narrowing her eyes at me. "Or I swear; no allowance for a week." I sighed, but pulled her back for a hug. She squeezed me tighter, and kept sniffling while repeating the word, "bye" over and over again. "Bye, Chad. I'm going to miss you. Bye."
"Yes, mom. I'll miss you too...okay, bye," I said, trying to pull her away.
"Behave, alright?" she said, with a stern look on her face. I exhaled sharply.
"Yes, mom," I answered with an irritated tone. "Good. Bye. Mom." As soon as the words went out my mouth, I instantly regretted them, because next thing I knew, my mother had hugged me again and started kissing me again.
"Mo-om!" I whined again. "Let go!" I heard a giggle behind me, and my mom finally pulled back. I turned around to see Sonny with an amused expression. I glared at her and turned back to my mom. She had to come at this time?
I saw Sonny hug her parents, and she gave them each a kiss on the cheek, and they went out the door after they told her the usual, "be good" and "behave" speech. Now why couldn't my parents be like that? Instead, she had to plant a million kisses on my cheek, and squeeze me to death with that hug.
My dad gave me a stern expression, and told me the basic rules and stuff. He told me that he trusted me, and so on, and so on. We hugged each other in that man-hug type thing, and he was out the door. My mom, however, decided that one more hug and kiss was needed. She came back in and hugged me again, and gave me one more kiss on the forehead.
"Oh, what the heck! Sonny, get in here," she called over to Sonny, who was still watching me. How embarrassing is this? Sonny hesitantly walked over towards us, and my mom pulled her into the hug. She gave me one more kiss before she finally headed out the door. We followed her out into the driveway to say goodbye.
"Goodbye, sweetie!" she called over her shoulder, as she walked towards the car. "I love you! Take care!"
"You too, mom!" I called back, waving to her. "And dad!" I added, forgetting that my dad was there too. I saw them get in the car and wave to us. I turned to Sonny and saw she was waving to her parents too.
"Bye mom, bye dad! Love you!" she called out to them. Huh, funny. Instead of the parents calling out to her, she was the one who said goodbye to them. I saw her mom lift her hand to her lips, and held them out towards Sonny.
"Bye, sweetie! Love you too!" she called out. Her dad just waved to her from beside her mom, but didn't say anything. Same with my dad. It's always the women that were more expressive.
The car started to move forward, but at the last minute, my mom rolled down the window. "Chad?" she called out.
"Yeah?" I asked, confused. We had to raise our voices a bit because the engine of the car was loud.
"You could use a shave, sweetie!" she called back. "You have to look good for Sonny, right?" And before I could say anything, the car sped off the driveway, but not before I heard sounds of hysterical laughter coming from it. I stared after them in shock before slowly turning to Sonny. She was avoiding my gaze, and looked absolutely mortified. Her face was red, and she stared at the ground intently.
I coughed, bringing her attention to me. "Where do I put my bags?"
"Oh, r-right..." she stammered nervously, then walking back towards the house. I followed her inside, closing the door behind me. She led me to the guest room upstairs, and I set my bags down. It was cozy, I have to admit, but not as nice as my room at home. But I guess I could spend most of my time in here; it won't be that bad...right?
Sonny turned to leave, but I stopped her by pulling her arm. "Just so you know, if I do shave, it's not because of you." I wanted to make that clear; thinking she probably will make fun of me for that. Sonny made a face, and stuck her finger down her throat.
"Gross," she said. "I don't care what you do. As long as it doesn't involve me, I'm good."
"Good," I said. I expected her to reply, but she just rolled her eyes and slammed the door as she left the room.
I sighed, and took in my surroundings. When I realized there was no en suite bathroom, I groaned. What kind of bedroom doesn't have a bathroom in it too? That's just not right. Does she expect me to live in a room like this for the whole summer? I sighed, as I collapsed on my bed. Welcome to the beginning of your worst summer ever, Chad.
A/N: Well, that was fun to write-especially for the first chapter. I usually hate writing first chapters, because they're always so boring, but this was really fun. Plus, it seems really easy to write this-like it took no time at all. I would usually take hours to write a long chapter because I keep changing stuff. Maybe because I have such a great co-author? ;) Anyways, review please!
A/N: Yea, you will be getting two of these for each chapter so get used to it! This chapter was huge, longest I have ever wrote, except Renny wrote most of it :). I'm glad you all have the chance to read this because my online sis Renny is a great writer and makes this story so fun :D. Review because we have to know what you think! :)
A/N: Oh, shucks. Stop it, Charles. You're making me blush :) lol, no, honestly, i wouldn't have wrote this much if it wasn't for Charley doing the basic idea. She was the one who came up with the idea to start it, so I'm not taking the credit. It's team work, trust me. Okay, we'll stop. Review!