A/N: Welcome to my sixth chapter! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Anyway, I don't own SWAC or Clean House.
CPOV
"Well, we made," Trish said. She left me, Sonny, and the entire family hanging in suspense. "$4,765 and 23 cents!" We all jumped for joy (is that what they call that?) that we made that much.
"Now, I'm going to match this up to the first thousand dollars, so we made $5,765 and 23 cents, which means we're 765 dollars and 23 cents over what we needed!" Sonny announced excitedly, handing the giant wad of cash to Trish.
"That's great, guys," I complimented, giving Sonny a hug. We instantly pulled away, hoping that our fans wouldn't see that on camera. Our relationship is strictly secret, and once our fans find out, everyone would go berserk, ESPECIALLY the Randoms.
"Now, Morgan family, you guys go to the hotel and relax, and remember to do your homework," Sonny explained to them, and the family got in their SUV and drove off. "So, guys, that was awesome!"
"You bet it was. Now if you excuse me, I have a bathroom to build," I said, taking about five hundred dollars worth of twenty dollar bills. Everyone split up, and we went to work, and I mean EVERYONE, including Sonny.
"Chad, do you mind if I help with the bathroom?" Sonny asked eagerly.
"Sure," I replied, and she walked to the hardware store with me to get the bathroom stuff. I know, Chad Dylan Cooper going to a hardware store; it's controversial in this world, but I'm doing it strictly for love. Luckily, I had a LA Dodgers cap in my pocket, and it hid my face from potential fans. We picked up the tiles, bathroom fixtures, a brand new toilet, and tons of other stuff. I know, I hate installing toilets, but like I said, I'm doing it strictly for love. We walked back with a cartload of stuff, and then we got to work on the bathroom.
"Okay, let's get started. I'll do the bathroom fixtures and plumbing for the sink; Sonny, you can do the plumbing for the toilet," I instructed.
"Okay, I can handle it," she said courageously, and got to work. We were done in the bathroom in what I think was until nine at night. We got done so fast because she is a master at plumbing, so I'm guessing she's done it before. She also helped with the painting.
"Wow, how did you manage to get the plumbing done in three hours? Professionals couldn't get it done in six!" I said surprised.
"My dad's a plumber, so he taught me at a young age," she said. All of a sudden, right in the middle of our conversation, we were caught in a rainstorm. We just climbed into my car, and I drove us back to the hotel. We got up there, and Sonny immediately went to the bathroom. She told me she was going to use the Jacuzzi. I changed into my sweatpants, but no shirt, because I want to impress Sonny with my abs. I turned on the TV, and watched for about an hour before she came out in a sleeveless nightgown.
"Hey Chad," she said suddenly. "You know, I feel bad for not helping out with the other stuff."
"It's okay; they'll get it done." I walked over to her, and wrapped my arms around her waist. But somehow she didn't notice I was coming onto her. She managed to get out of my grip.
"I mean, I was tired, but not that tired. I could've just helped out, you know?" She kept droning on and on about how we should have helped with the other stuff. I know I love this girl, but does she ever shut up? I finally had enough, but I didn't want to tell her that, so I tried to calm her down.
"Sonny, how about we just relax? We can lie in bed, watch TV, and I'll give you a massage, how about that?" I coaxed.
"Sure, why not," she replied, and we lay on the bed. I changed the channel to a romantic music channel and we just lay there. She lay on her stomach, so I started rubbing her back. She must've enjoyed it, because she fell asleep right in the middle of the massage. I decided to leave her alone, and I covered up, and decided to get some shut eye. But I woke up about 1:00 in the morning. I felt something on my forehead, so I immediately shot to the bathroom, and sure enough, there was shaving cream on the right side of my face. I looked back in the bedroom; Sonny was sound asleep, but I noticed something was sitting on her stomach. Without disturbing her, I slowly and carefully picked it up. Turns out it was a feather she probably used to prank me. So I decided to prank her back. I went to my bed, yanked the sheet from the mattress, and flung it over my body.
"Ooh, ooh," I started moaning. Then I saw Sonny sit bolt upright.
"Who's there?" she asked.
"Ooh, ooh," I kept moaning. That seemed to do the trick.
"AAAHHH!" she screamed, and ran to the bathroom and locked herself in it. I snuck over to the bathroom, took off the sheet, and knocked on the door. "Go away!" she yelled.
"Sonny, it's me," I said. I heard the door unlock, and she opened the door. Sonny immediately hugged me tightly.
"Oh, you should have seen it! I think someone is in our room," she said, scared half to death.
"It was me, Sonny, don't be so scared," I said. She let go of me.
"You? Why would you do that?" she asked suspiciously.
"I know what you did to me. You did the old put shaving cream in the hand and tickle my nose and make me put shaving cream on my face," I explained.
"Oh, that," she said. "Yeah, I thought that would be funny."
"Really, Sonny, really?" I said.
"I'm sorry," she said. "But YOU should be sorry for scaring me half to death."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"GOOD!"
"GOOD!"
"Would you kids be quiet! Some people are trying to sleep!" someone yelled from the floor below us.
"Fine, I'm sorry for scaring you," I apologized.
"And I'm sorry for using shaving cream on your face," she apologized back. We hugged it off, and then we went back to bed.
When I woke up, it was already 8:30. I took a shower, got dressed in khaki pants, and my usual Mack Falls uniform. I got done about 8:45, and Sonny came back with breakfast. It was piled high with donut holes, bacon, and sausage. She also brought back two little cartons of milk.
"Morning," she greeted.
"Good morning," I greeted back. "What time did you get up?"
"About an hour ago," she replied. We plopped down on the same bed, and shared the breakfast, although she ate most of it.
"Man, for as someone as girly as you are, you eat like an animal," I explained.
"Do not," she defended. "You're just as bad as me about eating too much."
"Am not," I defended.
"Am too."
"Am not."
"Too."
"Not."
"Too."
"Not."
"Not."
"Too."
"Ha!" she said in triumph.
"I hate you," I said crankily.
"Feeling's mutual," she said in monotone. We were supposed to get to the house at 10:30, so we left the hotel as soon as we finished breakfast. We met Mark and Trish up there, and the filming started at 10:40.
"We shoot in 5, 4, 3, 2," the director said.
"Well, it's the most important and final day in the process. Yes, that's right, it's reveal day. But first, the family's home!" I explained, and the Morgans walked up to me. "How was the hotel? And did you do your homework?" I asked.
"It was nice, and we did it," Francis said.
"Great," I said. "Pass these blindfolds down, and let's get started." We went to each room, everyone one of them gorgeous, including the parents' bedroom, the twins' room, and the living room. We ended the final scene, and we were free to go home. It's about time we took advantage of that.
That was my final chapter, peeps! Don't worry, it'll be fine; I'll come up with something later. See ya!