A/N: I have had writers block for over two weeks, which sucks. But, a couple days ago while watching some movie called, One Crazy Summer, I came up with a story idea I'll hope you'll love.

No it's not another story from the future with kids, marriage etc. It's about the present for Sonny and Chad, (Just a little more "mature").

So please enjoy this story which my goal is 30 chapters or more.

Disfrutar!

I had sex with Sonny Monroe.

Now, I know you probably know me, (Of course you would, I'm the greatest of your generation.) and you probably know Sonny and I broke up two months ago. But you probably didn't know we both wanted in each other back. And you probably didn't know at all till a few days ago, we lost each others virginity in the back of my Mom's mini van.

Your probably wondering how this shindig even happen. Well lets start from the beginning. The very beginning when my ex-girlfriend/best friend/future wife asked me one simple question.

"Where did you come from"?

I was about to say my mothers womb or I dropped from heaven or something smart like that, but then I realized I didn't want to get into a flirty fight. There was too many paparazzi around since we were sitting outside at Dairy Barn, a frozen yogurt paradise.

So I thought about it and drew in a long breath. No one knew where Chad Dylan Cooper grew up for five years or was even born. There are no records on any Wikipedia that says where I came from. Only fan girls believed I dropped from God's golden gates.

"Nantucket".

Sonny smiled that toothy smile she did when she was really happy or wanted something. Then she started giggling wildly. Uncontrollably. I was utterly offended that she was making fun of good old Nantucket. So I calmed myself and looked up from my now empty cup.

"What"?

"Who would've thought the Drama King could have came from such a peaceful place".

1rst Offense : She giggled. 2Nd: She called Nantucket peaceful. Nothing is peaceful there. Visitors and tourist junkies love it because they're there for a week. If you live there everyday it's a living hell. Many of my friends were rich and their families would fight constantly about who's richer or poorer, who's mansion is better, and who's new wife or husband is hotter.

My best friend, Callie was involved in the worst drama in that town I think about every single day of my damn life. She went out sailing one day with me. It was peaceful, till she dropped her sunglasses. So she dove off the side of the boat. She never came back up after that. I should have chased her down, but instead I sailed away unsure of what to do.

And after Sonny asked that question, my life came crumbling down. Because after that, we were off on a flight back to Maryland to see where I grew up.

This is how that one crazy summer started.