Chapter 2! This chapter is for you! I would like to thank everyone that reviewed AND the people that read this! I really appreciate it! XD Just to prove how much I appreciate it, you all get virtual hags from no other than CDC! Chad: Say what now? You never told me this! You know Chad; I can easily make it so you can't see Sonny anymore. Chad: Who wants a hug! *gives you all hugs* Good Chad! Here have some hot chocolate. Chad: Yay!

Hope you enjoy this chapter too and you'll find out how they got hurt in chapter 5. I'll either have 5 or 6 chapters but I hope you enjoy them! XD (Hm. I never smile this much unless I'm writing. XD Weird.) Here's the beginning of Sonny and Chad's story!

Disclaimer: I don't own SWAC... yet at least. My birthday is next month so... Mwhahahaha!

CPOV (Chad)

I was on an empty soccer field. The only things that were here was the white goal post, the brand new white lines marking the field and goal box, the bleachers for fans and the teams, a concession stand that no one is working at, my adidas speedcell soccer ball, and me. It was a sunny day with a slight breeze of 1 m.p.h.. No clouds in sight. Just a day perfect for practicing kicks or a game. And that's what I was doing.

I wore a plain dark blue T-shirt, athletic nylon black shorts just below the knees, knee length black sports socks, black adidas cleats with a little blue, and adidas shin guards, black with white strips going down it. It was at least 86 degrees Fahrenheit out including wind chill. That's why I wore shorts. Well partly... It's mostly because it was part of the soccer uniform.

I started with the ball on the far side of the field and dribbled in between my feet to the other. I gently kick with the side of my feet trying not to loose control. I brought the ball around and behind my feet, keeping it away from imaginary players. Then, I got to the other side of the field. I went to kick the ball. My cleats slicing the freshly cut, green summer grass. My cleat hit the very bottom of the ball sending it flying it to the air and driving into the net.

I heard clapping to my left. This could be embarrassing. I immediately snapped my head to find no other than Sonny in a soccer uniform of her own. She wore shiny, mid-thigh light pink shorts and a sun yellow T-shirt to match her personality. Her black soccer socks were knee height, like all soccer socks, with a white strip on the top of them. Her Nikey cleats hand a pink Nike swish. The shin guards were a plain black. Not forgetting her smooth brown locks held up in a faded bright yellow hair tie. The adidas soccer ball in her arms swallowed by a very bright and shiny yellow.

I couldn't help the small blush and smile that crept onto my face. Stupid cute!

"What are you doing here?" I questioned the bubbly brunette.

"I'm here do clean the goal box," sarcasm sounded her words. "What do you think I'm doing?"

You know what sarcasm is? Well yes; to say something you don't actually mean but that's not what I was thinking. I was thinking- That's a shock! Shut up Conscience! Anyways, as I was saying, er thinking, "Sarcasm: just another service we provide."

"To practice soccer, I said feeling really dumb and mentally slapping myself.

I never knew she played soccer though. Awesome!

"Yeah," she spoke to me as if I were 3.

You are there mentally if you think about it. Oops, sorry. I forgot about the thinking part. Ha, ha. Very funny Conscience. You know you're just calling yourself stupid since, um, I don't know, WE'RE THE SAME PERSON! … Woops! Never mind then!

"You want to play 1 on 1 then?" I asked while retrieving my ball.

"Can my friends join?" she questioned sweetly innocent.

"But that's would be 5 against 1! And that's not fair!" I complained.

She giggled a little before saying, "I'm just kidding. We'll play 1 on 1, okay?"

"Okay. Who's ball? Yours or mine?"

"Umm… It doesn't matter," she told me.

You could tell she was doing a mini debate in her head.

She looks so cute in her uniform! Stupid cute! Again!

"Doesn't matter to me either."

"Well it doesn't matter to me."

"Well it doesn't matter to me."

"Well it doesn't-" she cut herself off, "Oh, this is getting us nowhere! Let's just use your ball!"

"Good point," I agreed.

"Good," she started.

"Good," I continued.

"Fine."

"Fine. You start with the ball."

I kicked the ball up high enough so she could catch it. Which she did.

"Okay. That goal's yours and that one's mine."

My goal was the one I just scored in moments before and the opposite was hers.

We started the game in the middle of the field. She dribbled the ball like I had earlier. I stole it from her and dribbled it toward my goal. That is until she stole it back from me.

We played for at the least, 40 minutes. By the end the score was a tie of 2 to 2. It was pretty tiring! I have to admit, she is really good!

"You're really good!" I exclaimed to her.

"Thanks. You are too! I mean, you're a really good kicker!" she commented.

"Thanks. We should play soccer again sometime."

I really want to get to know her! Sonny and Chad sit- Be quiet!

"I would love to," she told me with a smile forming at her lips, making me melt inside.

"So I'll see you around then?" I asked walking off the soccer field at her side.

"Definally."

"Bye."

"See ya."

We went our separate ways. It was the beginning of a new friendship. Little did we know that it would lead to something more but it would also be painful too.

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