A/N: Ta da! My fourth chapter ladies and gentlemen! Like I said, I don't own SWAC or Clean House.
SPOV
We left the kitchen to clean up the salvageable items when Trish walked up to me.
"Hey, Sonny, can I talk to you for a second?" she asked.
"Sure," I said, Trish leading me outside. "What do you need?"
"Well, I think I got the theme of the yard sale," Trish said.
"Ooh, hit me with it," I said curiously.
"I'm thinking, 50's theme. We get to dress up like people dressed in the 50's," she suggested.
"Awesome, I love it!" I exclaimed.
"Great!" she said, and we walked back inside. I noticed Mark and Rhonda sitting in the den.
"Hey, Mark, Rhonda. What's up?" I asked.
"Well, I'm trying to convince her to sell her mom's lamps at the yard sale," Mark explained.
"Okay, how's that going so far?" I asked curiously.
"Not well," he said. "Tell her the little story, Rhonda."
"Well, these are my mother's lamps that she had acquired from her mother in the Dominican Republic. They're of sentimental value to me," she explained.
"Yes, but if you sell the lamps at the yard sale, we could help you get the house you've always wanted," Mark debated.
"So, what do you say to that, Rhonda?" I asked.
"Um, uh, fine, yes," she hesitated.
"Good, I'm off to see where Chad's at," I said, rushing to find him. I finally found him in, I was guessing, in the master bedroom with Francis, debating over something.
"Hey, Chad," I greeted. "Hi, Francis."
"Hey, Sonshine," Chad greeted. "We're debating over the hidden stereo."
"Yeah, it's not going," Francis said flatly.
"If you want a clean house, it is," Chad said.
"Chad, calm down," I said. "Okay, Francis, think of how much money you can sell this for at the yard sale. Just imagine."
"Fine, it can go," he said hesitantly.
"Good, can we shake on that?" I asked, holding out my hand.
"Yes," he said, shaking my hand.
"And, CUT!" the director yelled. I finally left with everyone else, and Mark and Trish dropped us off at the hotel. Once we got to our room, Chad asked me something.
"Sonny, can I ask you something?" he asked nervously.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Will you go out with me?" he asked quickly.
"Um, sure," I said.
"Great, see you at 7," he said.
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Good."
"Good," I said happily. We started getting ready for our date, since it was 6:30 when we got back. I quickly took a shower while Chad was getting dressed, and dug through my suitcase, trying to find the right clothes. There were clothes flung every which way. I finally settled on a purple silk dress and black stilettos. (A/N: Outfit #13 on FFTF Pt. 2). Finally, about five minutes to seven, Chad walks out in a purple dress shirt with a black tuxedo jacket and pants, and leather shoes.
"Wow, I thought I looked good," Chad complimented.
"Aw, thanks. Hey, where are we going?" I asked curiously.
"You'll find out when we get there. Now, c'mon," he gestured. We excitedly ran out of the hotel, with me tagging along behind him. Turns out he rented a limo, so we climbed in, and we drove off. About half an hour later, we arrived at a boardwalk, only to find we were in Atlantic City.
"Oh my gosh! Atlantic City?" I asked excitedly.
"Yep, the Atlantic City Boardwalk," he replied. He got me out of the limo, and we ran until we got there. There were twinkling lights strung everywhere, kids running from game to game, and there was a ferris wheel! We started off on the ski ball game. I only got fifty points, but since Chad got almost 300 points, he let me get one of those giant stuffed animals that I loved so much.
"Hey, let's go on the ferris wheel!" I exclaimed, dragging him over to the line of kids. But he wouldn't budge.
"Uh, no way. You know I'm afraid of heights," he whispered.
"C'mon, I'll hold your hand, you'll be fine," I whispered back. He finally agreed to go on the ferris wheel with me. The kids looked at us strangely, mostly because we were the only two teenagers in line. We waited for fifteen more minutes, and then we finally got to the front. Chad was hesitant about going on, but I urged him to get on. So, we climbed on the cart, strapped ourselves in, and waited for it to go up. After approximately six minutes of going up and up, we stopped at the top.
"Oh my gosh! We're stuck up here!" Chad screamed hysterically.
"Calm down, this is normal," I told him. We waited for three minutes, then we started going down, which, finally, he started to calm down. We got off, and got a funnel cake. After twenty minutes of eating, I looked at my watch, and I noticed we were supposed to be at the hotel, now.
"Chad, we have to go. We have to wake up at seven to get ready for the yard sale," I told him, getting up from the picnic table.
"Oh, right," he said, and we rushed back down to the limo, and rushed straight back to the hotel, where we changed into night clothes and hopped straight into bed, hoping that the yard sale will go well tomorrow.
Chapter four, done! I'll be posting chapter five soon! :)