Title: My Life as a Teenage Wife
Chapter: Chapter One
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with Sonny With A Chance, or Disney Channel. The characters, episodes, dialogues, and songs all belong to Disney. Yet, this is a FAN fiction, so the actual plot to this story is my own idea. If you'd like to use any of my ideas, no matter how small, please just ask - chances are, I'll give you advice to make it even better than the original idea I created myself :)
A/N: Hay Hay Haaaayy :D This is a new idea that I've definitely spend a LOT of time toying with. But, at first, it was a HSM fic. I then realised that I loved SWAC more, and decided a Channy fic would do just as good. I always have LOVED the idea of characters being forced into an arranged marriage, it's just finding a reason whyyy they're arranged is particularly difficult. Anyways, this will most definitely be a multi chapter story, and I'll update as soon as possible. However, Good Girl Gone Bad will always be more important for me to update since it's my favorite story. So please, check that out if you haven't :)
Summary: Life isn't always fair for teenagers. But no one has it as bad as Sonny Monroe and Chad Dylan Cooper - who are forced into an arranged marriage without any say. Will their hatred ever turn into love? Channy.
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It's never been a question to how much I value the things that mean the most to me.
I spent most of my adulthood in the navy, which only made me realise how much life meant to a person. My wife was a blessing that I nearly had missed out on, and my best friend was a man that had almost been killed in a war two years ago. The two most important people in my life had come into it by chance, and I knew that they could just as simply be taken out of it.
You could say that the phrase ''Live life like you're dying'' is my motto.
Which is why the birth of my first, and unfortunitally only, daughter Allison Monroe was one of the most precious days of my life. The little baby that my wife gave birth to was literally my little miracle. Not even a few hours before, the doctors had declared that there was little hope the baby would survive, after they found the umbilical chord had been wrapped around her tiny neck.
Yet, she had been spared, and the tiny girl that was placed in my arms literally stopped the world around me.
I spoiled her rotten throughout her first years, and when she started kindergarten, I realised how important time was to a person.
Not only was my baby girl growing up, but I was growing old and weak. Wounds from wars were quick to heal, but there was no cure to the cancer that had been coursing through my body for little less than a year. The doctors that had once told me my baby girl was dead broke the news to me that I was becoming closer to death with every breath I took.
And that's why I knew I had to be sure that my daughter never had to worry about her life not going as planned. I could die a peaceful man, knowing that she would grow up to have someone that loved her, who would start a family with her, and support her throughout the years.
Which brings back my best friend.
John Cooper, who had lost his wife while giving birth to their youngest son, felt the exact same way about his own children's lives.
It's no wonder that the topic of an arranged marraige came up during our long conversation one summer night.
"I just want him to be happy with his life. Not having a mother could affect his actions towards girls, and you know that the only woman he can actually be comfortable around is Connie."
I had nodded in agreement with John, and looked over to where Chad was trying desperately to keep up with his two older brothers. The two older Coopers were running around the yard with a small glowstick that, I guessed, was Chad's. And by the look of the race, Chad didn't have a chance.
"I know what you mean." I had spoke up, turning back to look at my friend, "What will Allison do once I'm gone? She'll be a girl without a father."
I watched as John's eyes lowered to the ground as his eyes started to water up. The news of my illness was a harsh shock to him as well.
He had looked up with a thoughtful look on his face, "They would be the perfect couple, don't you think?"
"Allison and Chad?" I had taken another look back at the young boy, who had given up chasing his siblings. Of course, he was only a small child, and it was difficult to see what he would be like as an adult. But he was only two years older than Allison, and it dawned on me that he really was a perfect match. "Are we planning our children's lives right now?"
John had shrugged, "Well, arranged marriages aren't common, but they're still legal."
"But what if he grows up to be-"
"Steve, this is my son we're talking about. I'm the one raising him, you have nothing to worried about."
I realised that he was completely right, and the worry of my daughter being married to a man that doesn't deserve her fled my mind.
It was that night, July 23 of 1998 that I signed an agreement that legally bonded my 5 year old daughter to the son of my best friend. They were to be wed after the eighteenth birthday of my daughter, with no choice.
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February 13, 2011.
Allison Monroe sighed softly as she tapped her pencil impatiently on her desk. The girl beside her hadn't written a thing on her English test, and instead, had decided to scatter hearts all over the paper. She turned to the desk on the other side of her, and saw another girl doodling hearts across her half-finished test.
The brunette frowned and looked down at her own paper that she had finished half an hour ago.
Her perfect cursive writing covered the entire page, and she had even written a very detailed short answer question that trailed onto the back.
Every class was a piece of cake for a braniac, and although she refused to verbally acknowledge her intelligence, Allison knew she was one of the smartest in her class. Actually, she was pretty sure a quick trip down to her guidance counselor for her class ranking would only confirm that she was the smartest in her class.
The minute hand on the clock ticked another minute by, and Allison held back a groan of impatience.
She sat back further in her chair and put her pencil down on her desk so that she could fold her arms across her chest.
"Alright, pass up your tests..." The teacher announced, and a collective sound of irritation arose from the classroom. Allison grabbed the two papers from the people sitting behind her, and passed them up to the person in front of her. A feeling of extreme accomplishment that came with every good test she turned in flowed through her body and she couldn't help but grin.
The teacher opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the loud sound of the school bell ringing.
Everyone hurriedly reached for their bags and fled the room. The young brunette, however, was the last to leave the room into the busy hallway. After shoving her way to her locker down the hall, Allison quickly threw her English book into it's place and grabbed her homework she would need for the weekend.
As she closed her locker and headed towards the school parking lot her eyes took in the scenes surrounding her in the hall. The same two girls that had been mindlessly doodling hearts across their papers were wrapped up in the arms of their boyfriends. She watched jealously as many other girls ran to their boyfriends and were given flowers or boxes of chocolates.
It was then she realised that tomorrow was the worst holiday of the year, the holiday where she was constantly reminded of how she never had someone to share it with.
Even though she had grew out of her braces and glasses, the young brunette hadn't caught the attention of one single guy during her high school years. She told herself it was because everyone already was dating someone... but in her heart, she knew she was an outcast.
For who would want to date a brainiac?
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It had been a long day for Chad.
He had driven most of the way home when his tire decided to break, and he had to spend hours getting it repaired. After finally getting out of the garage, he quickly made his way back to the highway... where he preceded to run out of gas 4 miles later.
Luckily for him, his brother drove his pickup truck to where Chad was stranded.
Unluckily for him, that meant spending the remaining hour long drive home with his older brother.
"... and I'll tell you, she's pretty damn close to mastering dad's fried chicken recipe."
Chad rolled his eyes for the thousandth time since he got into the heavy-duty pickup truck. His brother, Rob, had spent half of the drive talking about his newest girlfriend. Which, when it came to Rob, there was nothing else to talk about except for how great his newest catch was.
Talking to his other brother Matt was the same way... except in place of girls, he only could gloat about how many court cases he won.
Although he wasn't that much younger than either of his brothers, neither of his siblings let him forget the fact that they were older - and likewise, better.
"So how are you and that Candy girl?"
"It's Cindy, Rob." Chad chuckled, "And she's my best friend, do I have to tell you that every time you ask? She's engaged to my friend Mark."
His brother shook his head sadly, "Aw poor Chaddy, can't even get the best friend to go out with him."
The blond haired teenager sighed and shook his head in anger. It wasn't like he'd never had a girlfriend before, because he knew plentyof girls that would kill to date him. The fact was, everytime he took the girl home to meet his family... she fell in love with one of his brothers.
Or worse yet, his father.
He cringed at the thought.
"Look, you've still got time. I'm 27, and it took me that long to find the love of my life."
Chad sighed, "You said that two months ago... about a different girl."
Rob scoffed, "Well... psh, that was a younger me. You know that kiddo."
"I'm not a kid, Rob."
"Sure you aren't."
The truck finally pulled up to the familiar dark blue farm house that Chad called home. He quickly jumped out of the vehicle, leaving behind yet another story about Rob's new girlfriend, and raced up the porch to the front door.
"Chad!"
The blond haired boy grinned as he collided with his father's body in a long hug. "I missed you dad."
"I missed you too, son." John Cooper replied, and pulled away to look at Chad, "Why you look the same as you did six months ago."
Chad laughed, "I'm pretty sure my growth spurt stopped while I was still in high school. If anything, the last few months at college have induced height loss for me."
"No... I'm pretty sure you're half an inch taller." John joked and pulled away to usher Chad into the dinning room, where dinner had been set out.
Rob bounded into the room out of nowhere and sat down next to a skinny, blond haired girl. "Hey Chad, this is Susanne. Suzy, this is my little brother Chad."
"Nice to meet you." Chad nodded in her direction, and sat down next to his other brother.
"Father, did you mention to Chad how well I acquitted the last case in-"
John held back a chuckle, "Ah... no... but you can tell him all about it."
Chad grimaced and turned away from his brother to shoot his father a glare.
"Well, it all started when-"
The blond haired boy reached for his fork and started eating his meal, blocking out the sounds of Matt gloating, and Rob flirting with the giggling girl next to him.
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Okay, so this isn't really the way every chapter will be structured - I just wanted to give you bother POV's for the prologue. The first part, in case you didn't know, was Mr. Cooper's POV.
Let me know what you think - leave a review, or PM me with anything you think should be added/ taken out. :) Next chapter out soon :)
-Allie