I apologise in advance for the crapiness of this chapter.
One Wish
Chapter 2 – Decisions
Sonny's POV
It's been a week since the funeral. I'm alone in my room, not fighting the tears. I'd been very close to grandpa – his death had hit Mom and I worst of all. Just as I started to think about Mom…
"Sonny!" Mom calls from downstairs. I effortlessly drag myself out of the room and down the stairs to the living room, where I see Mom and Dad sitting on the couches, along with Mr and Mrs Cooper, and a very angry Chad.
"Hello, Sonny." Dad says, as I sit on the couch next to Mom, slightly confused as to what Chad and his parents are doing here.
"Why is he here?" I ask, looking at Chad, as he fixes his hair slightly. He looks at me, and smirks. Arrogant idiot.
"Your grandfather made you promise him you'd get married. So that's what's going to happen." Mrs Cooper says, smiling calmly. I can't marry Chad! He's, well…he's Chad.
"Don't we get any say in this?" Chad asks, still glaring at me. I give him an angry look in return.
"Unfortunately, no. You see, we all had an agreement, before he died, when you two were very young. We'd agreed that we'd get you married as soon as you both were old enough." Dad explains. An agreement? So they knew about this before?
"I think we'll leave you kids alone." Mr Cooper says, standing up. The parents all exit the room, leaving Chad and I in an awkward silence.
"So…" Chad says nervously. Chad, being nervous? That doesn't seem real.
"So…" I repeat slowly. This is awkward.
"So, uh…we're doing this?" He asks suddenly, looking at me with a serious expression.
"I guess." I say, and sigh. I swear he just smiled a little… Could Chad actually want to go along with this?
"It's not like I want to marry you, or anything. I mean, I don't want to marry you, but you're not all that bad. I've seen worse, I guess…and what the hell am I saying?" He rambles, confused.
"I don't know." I say simply. Why is he confused? I mean, it's not like he likes me or anything; at least, I don't think he does…
"It's not that I don't like you; well, I don't like-like you, but I don't hate you either, and…" He continues.
"Chad?" I say.
"What?" He looks even more confused.
"Stop." I say.
"Fine." He smirks.
"Fine!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
"Damn, I hate this idea." Chad says.
"Yeah. How could they possibly think we'd want to go along with this? We're, like, enemies!" I say. I'm glad he's cleared that he does hate this idea as much as I do.
"Or…frenemies."
I know that wasn't my best work. Probably my worst, in fact…oh well. Let me know what you thought?