Summary:He's Chad Dylan Cooper for crying out loud! He can get any girl he wants... or so he thinks. So, how does he end up taking an unimpressed Sonny out on 26 alphabetized dates? A bet perhaps? Who will win? Pure Channy from A - Z!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything :(
A/N:Thank you so much for all the reviews on my last chapter! I can't believe I have over 100! I'm so freaking excited! Other than that, did anyone see the new Sonny? The prank'd episode? Haha, I thought it was hysterical! I wish it had more Channy, cutesy stuff but oh well! Did you see the look Sonny gave him when she hit him with the magazine? Aw. :) Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
Alphabet Weekends
Fruit Picking
7.
SPOV (Sonny)
It had been a few days since me and Chad's last date. We haven't been seeing much of each other either because we've really busy filming the final episodes our two shows and in a few weeks the seasons would be over. It made me sad to think that I would be going 2 months without shooting sketches, goofing off with Nico and Grady, checking things out with Tawni or scavenging slyly with Zora. It was like I was leaving home. I knew on the last day I'd be bawling my eyes out.
Chad on the other hand was probably quite excited he would be able to go home. I wouldn't doubt it if he had a vacation house in Guam or something, where he'd be waited on hand and food all summer. What a life that boy has...
I looked down at my wrist, studying the 9,300 dollars worth of diamonds I was wearing and remembered Chad's little inscription. That's right! He couldn't go to his little Guam mansion, if that even existed. He still had a bet to lose.
At least the vacation won't be completely boring, I thought. I get to prove this little engraved heart wrong.
Interrupting my inner monologue, my cell phone started blaring its cow moo's. I checked the caller ID, Chad.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey Sonny, long time no see! How's my favorite member of So Random?" Chad's sarcastic voice dripped through the other line.
"Cut it out Chad," I demanded dryly. "Just tell me what we're doing today."
"Sonny, Sonny, Sonny. No need to be rude to someone who bought you a $10,000 bracelet. I'll tell you where we're going as soon as you get to the parking lot," he said coolly.
"Fine, see you then," I said calmly, about to hang up.
"Fine. Oh, and Sonny?"
"Yes?"
"I'd wear jeans if I were you. You might get scratched," he spoke suspiciously.
"What the-!?" I started but then the line went dead.
Shoot! What could we possibly be doing now?
CPOV (Chad)
I looked in the rear view mirror of my convertible, making sure my hair looked perfectly wind blown. I shook it out and then smoothed it a bit in the back.
Perfect, I thought.
I slid on my sunglasses and rolled up the sleeves of my casual, blue-plaid shirt. I had on a white undershirt and baggy jeans with sneakers. It was quite a difference, but hey, I still look good. I had to do this anyway. Sonny loves all this outdoorsy stuff, even though half the times we've done this type of thing, she's hated it because she was with me. Why on Earth does she hate me so much?! What did I ever do to her?! By the end of all these dates, she better worship me or I don't know what I'll do.
I glanced around the parking lot in search for Sonny but I didn't see her. I slouched in my seat and played around with my phone for a good 5 minutes. Once again, I looked around to see if she was there. Nope. If she had me wait any longer I was going to go home.
After another minute and a half of waiting, I heard the bells on the studio door clang and I glimpsed up to see Sonny shuffling out the door and down the steps. She looked around.
"Over here!" I called, with a subtle eye roll.
Sonny was wearing jeans, as I constrained her to, and a basic, grey t-shirt. It was cut with a V neck but was nowhere near revealing. Sonny was too modest to ever do anything like that.
Sonny climbed into the car with a "hey."
"What took you so long?" I groaned.
"Hey, we're not going to start the day off with complaints are we?" she asked. "I'm barely five minutes late, relax."
I sighed and pressed the gas.
"So where are we going and why would I get scratched?" she asked again. I smirked and just decided I'd tell her.
"We're going to pick fruit. Don't want you falling out of any trees now do we?" I stated with a smile, looking at her to get a reaction.
"Really?!" she said quite enthusiastically with a grin.
"Woah, why are you so excited?" I questioned curiously, even though I already had a clue as to what it was about.
"Well, back in Wisconsin my friends and I used to pick fruit together all the time! It was so much fun and I haven't done it in a long time. Hopefully, today will be just as good if you don't start to ruin things," she declared.
I cocked my head and lifted my eyebrow. "Chad Dylan Cooper does not ruin things. He perfects them. He is America's hottest heartthrob from the most popular t-"
She cut me off, "-een drama, Mackezie Falls. Yeah, yeah. I get it. Now will you stop talking in third person?"
I huffed and peered my eyes back on the road, driving steadily. Before I knew it we had reached our destination, the LA Lakeview Fruit Farm.
Sonny and I jumped out of the car, which I had to park in a field because all of the other spaces were muddy. Chad Dylan Cooper's car doesn't do muddy. Hopefully, parking on the produce isn't against any rules or anything because I'd throw a fit if it got towed.
We walked into the rundown farm house which stood in the front of acres of fields. It was shabby, old, and rusty red, like an old barn. I felt as if I walked into the hillbilly country side. The air smelled of cow manuer and stale apples. I gagged as I took little breaths, trying not to inhale too much of the stench into my lungs. I didn't think picking fruit would be this difficult. Sonny on the other hand, seemed to be fine, looking around at the different fruits in the barn and smiling at people who recognized us. I avoid my fans, they're all crazy. We approached the register and the man behind.
"Hi, we're here to pick fruit," I stated.
Sonny rolled her eyes dramatically and softly muttered, "oh really?"
I shot her a glare.
"Wonderful!" the man said with a chuckle. He was plump and jolly looking. He had a small brown beard and wore glasses on his nose... kind of like a Santa Claus with less holiday spirit. "So, what size would you like for bags?" He asked.
"Umm..." I looked at Sonny who shrugged. "We'll take two medium bags," I answered.
"You've got it," he said, handing us the bags and a map. "And this is a map of the fields and the different fruits they contain," he explained.
"Thanks," I uttered as I grabbed Sonny's hand to go.
"Have a nice time!" the man called after us but I just kept walking.
Sonny was the one to turn around and shout, "thanks you too!"
SPOV (Sonny)
So far our date was pretty boring. Chad and I had been stalking around the fields for a while, getting lost every 10 minutes or so because he had ever-so-stupidly suggested we didn't need the map and threw it away. We ended up in a section which sold live bees nests and another which had an old woman doing karaoke, quite badly may I add. I was getting irritated because I thought this was supposed to be fun.
"Come on Chad, we need to find our way around here. Why don't we take that tractor ride until we reach the apple section," I declared.
"Fine," he agreed, following me over to the tractor ride.
We boarded it and sat down on a large stack of hay. I inhaled the woodsy sent, grinning because I finally got to sit and relax. I could tell Chad wasn't too relax because he kept trying to hold his breath and then would start panting uncontrollably from not breathing. He also sat as close to the edge of the hay-seat as possible, falling off multiple times in the process. I giggled to myself. He was so weird.
The ride was rough and slow. Chad and I were being tossed around from all of the bumps in the unsmoothed ground. Multiple times I had fallen onto him, immideately jumping off and blushing. It was a little awkward.
When we finally arrived at the apple trees, we unloaded off of the tractor. I instantly grabbed Chad's arm and ran from the tractor, trying to get to the best tree I could find. We ran... fast. I was laughing and smiling the whole time. I missed being able to do this back home.
"Woah, slow down..." Chad delivered, while bent over trying to catch his breath.
"Ooh, what about this one?" I asked, not caring about what Chad said and pointing to a tree with perfectly ripe, red apples.
"They look delicious," Chad said sarcastically, coming up from his bent position.
"Well... shall we?" I asked hesitantly with a perky expression.
Chad tore one of the medium bags from his back pocket, ripping it open so that we could fill it with apples.
"Watch and learn," he said confidently, passing the bag to me and grabbing ahold of the first branch.
I rolled my eyes and sarcastically retorted, "Dont fall."
Chad grasped the first branch firmly, then heaved himself up onto it. He stuck his arms out to either side of him, succeeding to steady his balance. He did the same thing for the next branch but it was twice as funny as the first time because he almost fell. I kept watching him, he was all tangled in the leaves and branches. It was a sight I'd never expect to see, which made me start laughing uncontrollably.
"What's so funny?!" Chad shouted annoyed as he poked his head out from inside the lush tree.
"You," I answered simply, chuckling while getting out my cell phone to take a picture. I never wanted to forget this moment.
"Hey, cut it out!" he begged, scrambling to the back of the tree so I couldn't snap the shot, which in reality, I still succeeded to do.
"Oops, too late," I giggled and then spotted the apple the was flying out from inside the tree. I dodged it.
"Missed me," I taunted. Out flew another apple.
"Missed me again," I repeated laughing, again another apple was aimed at my stomach.
"Missed m-" I was cut off by a loud crash of branches which broke off from the tree Chad had been climbing. I heard him groan. I rushed over to make sure he was okay. Grabbing both of his hands, I hoisted him up and he dusted himself off. Luckily, he was fine.
"Ugh, this is horrible!" he uttered.
"Are you kidding me? This is the funniest date we've ever had!" I remarked back.
He smirked. Shoot, I hope I didn't make him think he was winning.
"Well, why don't we keep it at that?" he asked suspiciously. "Your turn," he pointed to the tree which he just fell out of.
"Fine," I said. hopping up onto the first branch and easily making my way up the second... and the third... and the fourth. Occasionally, I got tangled by a few vines but other than that, I was at the top of the tree in no time.
"Ha!" I called out to Chad below with a smile.
"Woah! How the-" he started as I grabbed the highest apple and took a big bite out of it.
"Us Wisconsiners sure can climb trees, can't we Chad?" I asked with a smirk.
"Yeah, yeah," he answered, snapping a picture of me onto his phone in the top branches. I don't know if he even got the picture because I chucked my half bitten apple at his arm which caused him to drop the phone.
"Hey!" he yelled, picking it up and wiping it off gently.
"Listen, you've got to catch the ones I throw down and put them in the bag," I explained.
"I know, I know," he answered spreading the bag in front of him. I dropped down 9 or 10 apples, Chad catching about 8 of them and getting hit with the rest. I kept giggling to myself as I climbed back down the tree trunk and met up with the blonde boy. We picked many more apples off of the lower branches, filling our bag up to the top with delicious, red fruits.
We got back on the tractor when it came back and took the ride over to the strawberry and blueberry bushes. Over there, we filled the other bag with those fruits. Chad occasionally flicked some blueberries at me but stopped after I mauled him with an obese strawberry. I had to admit, throwing fruit at each other was probably the best part of the day. Every time I was either hit or hit him with one, I broke out in hysterical fits of laughter. Chad must have also had a good time because he didn't seem to miserable about the fact his shirts were fruit splattered.
After that, we decided to go home. There was only so much fruit we'd be able to store in our refrigerators. On our way back to the car, Chad and I munched on the blueberries and strawberries in the second bag. They were so fresh and so delective.
We sat down in the front seats with the bag of fruit between us and also a bag of napkins, purell, and hand wipes that Chad kept in his glove compartment. I rolled my eyes, taking another strawberry. I looked over at Chad and laughed as he started pulling out of the space.
"What?" he asked.
"You have blueberry on your nose!" I said through my laughter.
"What!? No!" he said frantically trying to get it off.
"Here, I've got it," I offered, still giggling while using my thumb to swipe the blueberry juice off of Chad's nose. I wiped it on his shirt.
"Hey..." he started.
"Hey..." I mocked, "it's already ruined anyway."
He sighed and drove back to my house.
When we arrived, Chad helped me divide up the bags of fruit evenly for us into little baskets that we got on our way out. I grabbed my things and waved to Chad.
"Thanks, today was more fun than the other 'dates,'" I used my fingers to quote dates as I smiled at him.
He grinned back and said, "Yep, sure was," probably a little more sarcastically than he was meant to.
I popped another blueberry into my mouth, walking into my house and called back "see you tomorrow!"
"Yep. See ya!" he shouted, speeding down the road.
He was gone in a flash and when he was I heard my phone moo. It was a text from... Chad. It said, Letter G tomorrow - if it rains meet me at my house. Ttyl.
With that, I walked inside and closed the door.
How was it? :)
I've been trying to choose out of the blue dates, haha.
Trying to make things a little more unique.
Anyways, supposedly the weather is going to be crappy all week.
So, I should be able to update more cause I'll be bored inside.
But I also have swimming, diving, and tennis 5 days a week from around 2 - 6.
So, I'll be trying my best!
Thanks, review and respond please! :)
