A/N: My 30th story! Yay! I don't own SWAC, or Clean House.

SPOV

My mind raced as I rushed down to the cafeteria, trying to get to a meeting that Mr. Condor called about fifteen minutes ago. He said that if we were there later than 3:30, we would be fired. I looked at my watch: 3:25. I had five minutes to get to the cafeteria without bumping into my enemy, Chad Dylan Cooper. Right when I was about 5 feet away from the cafeteria, I bumped into someone so hard that I fell backward and hit my head on the carpet. Underneath those floors, is rock hard cement.

"Oh, I'm so sorr— Chad? I thought you would be there already," I said.

"I was in my dressing room, getting ready to shoot my next scene," he explained. "Excuse me if I want to look good."

"Man, you are so full of yourself! You can't go five minutes without looking in a mirror! You're just like Tawni, only worse!" I screamed. It almost felt as if everyone was looking at me. My face felt hot from frustration.

"Well at least I look good, and not, ugh!" he said, pointing at my flowery dress and sandals.

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

"GOOD!"

"GOOD!" he yelled. We both walked in the cafeteria, with everyone staring at us. Since the cafeteria was crowded, I reluctantly sat next to Chad.

"Good afternoon," Mr. Condor greeted happily. "I have some very good news."

"What is it?" someone asked. Suddenly everyone was mumbling.

"Quiet down," Mr. Condor demanded. "Our very own Sonny Munroe from So Random is guest hosting Clean House, a very popular show on the Style Network!"

"Awesome!" I said cheerfully.

"But, since the 'go-to' guy will not be there either, I have chosen Chad to go too," he announced.

"WHAT?" Chad and I said in unison.

"Both of you will be filming tomorrow in New Jersey, so you will fly out tonight," Mr. Condor stated. "Everyone may leave, except Chad and Sonny." Everybody filed out of the cafeteria, and it was just me, Chad, and Mr. Condor. We walked up to him.

"Okay, you two, here are your tickets to Trenton, so pack up tonight. See you in a week," he said, and Chad and I left the cafeteria.

"So, I guess I'll be picking you up at," Chad paused to check his ticket, "7:00, since our flight leaves at 8:30."

"See you then," I said. We walked back to our sets, and I packed up my things to go home. Once I got home, I packed a week's worth of clothes and shoes, took a shower, and dressed into the most comfortable clothes I could find. When I was done with all of that, I just plopped on the couch, and watched old reruns of So Random. It was about 7 when someone knocked on the door. When I opened the door, Chad was dressed in a sweater vest, khaki pants, and dress shoes. He held a giant navy blue duffel bag, and a small suitcase. I, on the other hand, only had one suitcase.

"Why do you have all of that? We're only going to be gone for a week," I mentioned.

"These are my necessary items," he said. We walked down to his car, and it was gleaming from the sunset. After getting the luggage in the trunk, we drove off to LAX. I tried turning up the music, but he slapped my hand away. By the time we got there, it was a quarter to 8. We went through security, and we searched for our terminal. It took us about fifteen minutes of arguing and searching just to find the terminal that was right behind us the entire time.

"All first class passengers on the 8:30 flight to Trenton, New Jersey, you may now board," the lady said. She scanned our tickets, and we boarded the plane. I am terrified of being in the air, so I buckled my seatbelt tightly.

"Why are you buckling? We're not even taking off yet," Chad said.

"I just like being cautious," I said, terror in my voice. We took off, and before I know it, we were in for a very long four hour flight to New Jersey. I dozed off in the plane, and my nervousness drifted away.

Hey peeps! Please review! I'm gonna be posting my second chapter soon, so see ya!