A/N: My second chapter! Enjoy! I don't own SWAC or Clean House.

SPOV

I was quietly sleeping through our flight to New Jersey when I felt someone shaking my shoulders.

"Sonny, wake up," I heard Chad say. I blinked my eyes open and sat up to see that it was almost 12:00. "We're landing in 30 minutes."

"Okay," I said, yawning. Just then, the pilot started speaking over the intercom.

"Folks, we're going to be landing in ten minutes, so please put on your seatbelts," the pilot announced.

"You said that we were landing in 30 minutes!" I whisper-yelled.

"I lied," he said with a smirk on his face. I started hitting him with the airplane pillow.

"I hate you," I spat, buckling my seatbelt.

"The feeling's mutual," he spat back. He buckled his seatbelt, and we waited to land. About ten minutes later, we were slowing down on the runway. We were the first ones to get off, and we sat on a bench by a Starbucks.

"Who are we waiting for?" Chad asked impatiently.

"We're waiting for Trish Suhr," I answered. "She's the yard sale diva." Chad gave me a strange look. "What? I didn't give her the name, that's what Niecy calls her."

"Who's Niecy?" he asked.

"The host," I simply replied. We waited for about twenty minutes before a blonde woman walked up to us.

"Excuse me, are you Sonny Munroe?" the woman asked. She seemed really familiar with the Southern accent.

"Yes, and you are Trish," I said, getting up to shake her hand. "This is Chad; he's taking Matt's place."

"Okay, well I'm going to drive you to your hotel where you'll be staying," said Trish. We followed her to the parking lot, where she showed us her car. "This is my car, climb on in." I called shotgun, so Chad had to sit in the cramped back. We drove for about an hour before we pulled up to a fancy chain hotel.

"Welcome to the Renaissance Hotel," she said. We got out, pulled our luggage out of her car trunk, loaded it on to a luggage cart, and walked in.

"Hi, we have a reservation under Suhr," Trish said.

"Okay, here are your room keys, enjoy your stay," the front desk woman said. We drug our luggage on to the next elevator, and we rode it to the 25th floor, their highest floor.

"Okay, here is your guy's room," Trish said after stopping before a silver door. I took the room key, and she left for her room. I opened the door, and the suite was huge. It had two large queen sized beds, a large bathroom with a Jacuzzi, a huge balcony, and a diamond chandelier hanging on the ceiling.

"Okay now, this, is living," I said. I looked through the bathroom door, and pictured me sitting in the Jacuzzi, with bubbles and rose petals floating in it. "I call the Jacuzzi first!"

"Dang it," I heard him mutter. We unpacked our things, got dressed in night clothes (in separate rooms), and climbed into bed. When I woke up, it was 9:00 in the morning. We were supposed to meet Mark and Trish in the lobby in an hour! I looked over to the night stand, and found a note.

Sonny-

Went to get breakfast. –Chad

Okay, so he went to get breakfast. I decided to take a quick five minute shower, and dressed in the best outfit I could find. I settled on a navy blue knee length dress with white ballet flats. Chad came back with a plate piled with donuts, bacon, and eggs.

"Hey, Munroe," he greeted. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah," I answered. "What time did you get up?"

"About 8:45," he replied. He set down the pile of junky breakfast food on the nightstand, and started stuffing donuts in his mouth.

"You know, for someone as showy as you are, you really eat like a pig," I mentioned.

"Do not," he defended, his mouth full. I sat on my bed, and popped a donut hole in my mouth. We ate the rest of the food, and then we rushed down to the lobby. After fifteen minutes of waiting, we finally saw Mark and Trish.

"Mark!" I said, getting up from the plush lobby chair.

"You must be Sonny," he greeted. "Nice to meet you."

"This is Chad; he's taking Matt's place," I mentioned. Chad managed to get up from the chair and shake Mark's hand.

"Good, we need a 'go-to' guy," he said. We left the hotel for a town about an hour and a half away, in the town of Union City, NJ.

"We're here," Trish announced. We got out of the car, and it was really humid for an early August day. There were cameras and wires everywhere. Just then, a PA handed me a script that was one sheet. I looked it over several times, then everyone took their places.

"We shoot in 5, 4, 3, and 2." Then the camera operator pointed to me.

"Hi, I'm Sonny Munroe from So Random, and this is Clean House, the show that takes clutter filled homes and makes them fabulous. We clean out their house, sell the merchandise at a yard sale, and match the proceeds to $1,000. They don't get to keep that money, we use it for the renovating and decorating. The cleaning and organizing is all on us. Let me show you the people that make it all happen. There's Trish Suhr, the yard sale diva, and taking Matt Iseman's place, is the handsome go-to guy, Chad Dylan Cooper, and the designer with all the magic, Mr. Mark Brunetz," I said.

"And, cut!" the director said. "Great job, Sonny."

"Thanks," I said. Just then Chad walked up to me.

"So you said I'm handsome. I knew it, you're falling for me," he said cockily.

"Oh, please, that was just the script talking," I said, my voice going slightly higher. Okay, I will admit, I have a small crush, possibly more than small crush on him. Darn my denial voice. About five minutes later, the director told us to get in our places for the meeting the family part. But we had no idea what was in store for us.

Second chapter, done! I'll be posting the third chapter soon!