I'm Sonny Munroe, an average girl living in a small town. I don't know why but my mom's trying to get her friend to come over.
"SONNY!" She screamed.
"What?" I said.
"Mary's coming over! She has to bring her son with her though, and they're both sleeping at our place! Her son's about your age, I'm sure you two will get along."
I wasn't so sure about that, but I'm open to new things.
"Okay." I said and smiled. As long as my mom was happy, I was too.
"Oh, one more thing, he's sleeping in your room, you know?"
My eyes widened but I tried to keep calm, "Of course…"
Great, I have to share a room with some stranger. Why couldn't he just sleep in the living room?
"Connie!" Mary shouted as she hugged my mom.
"I miss you Mary!" My mom told her. They let go and Mary looked at me.
"Sonny!" She came to me and hugged me. I stood there very awkwardly for I have only met her once as a child.
"Hi Aunt Mary." I said. I suppose I should call her aunt.
Then I saw a man walking up behind her. He looked slightly older than me, had blue eyes and blonde hair.
"Oh! Right. Sonny, this is my son, Chad."
His hands were in his pockets, his eyes gazing off into space.
Then he looked at me and said, "Hey."
I thought it was a little rude, but I put a smile on my face and waved.
Aunt Mary probably recognized the look on my face, "Sorry. He's not used to being around strange places, he's always in his room." She glared at him, he responded by rolling his eyes.
Oh boy. I thought.
We arrived at home and helped put their luggage away. I showed my room to Chad. He placed his luggage next to my desk. It read Chad Dylan Cooper. As he put his luggage down, he jumped right onto my bed.
I stared at him for a few seconds but he didn't notice.
"What are you doing?" I said.
"Listening to music…" He told me as if I were stupid.
"Yeah, that's MY bed." He was starting to get on my nerves.
"I don't see two beds here."
"That's because you're sleeping on the floor."
"Fine, whatever." He moved onto the floor and I rolled my eyes.
"Don't you want to explore outside of this room?" I asked.
He laughed, "No!"
That's probably the only time I'd see him laugh.
"How old are you?"
"Don't you think that's a little personal?" He replied.
"No! No it's not. How old are you?" I repeated.
"Oh, I'm 18."
"I don't care."
I ignored that comment, "When are you going back home?" I asked curiously.
"When are you going to stop talking?" He firmly asked.
I left the room.
NOTE: Okay, so I'm trying my first multi-chapter! I don't know yet exactly how long it will be, just keep reading and we'll see where it goes. :D PLEASE REVIEW. I would love that. It makes me feel good knowing that my stories aren't the lamest of all. So do that! Next chapter coming REALLY soon! (: