A/N: Hey peeps! Welcome to the second chapter of my story. Anyways, I don't own SWAC.

SPOV

I was sleeping like a baby, when someone shook my shoulders.

"Sonny, Sonny wake up," I heard Chad say. I opened my eyes, and he was leaning over me, his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm up," I said, lifting up the seat. "What is it?"

"We're about to land," he said. Just then, the pilot said to buckle up. We buckled, and within the next fifteen minutes, we landed in my hometown of Appleton. It was a relatively small airport, but it wasn't very small. We got our luggage, and got off the plane. We waited in the terminal for my aunt Sarah.

"Where's Aunt Sarah? She was supposed to be here half an hour ago," I complained.

"I'm here," I heard a familiar voice say. I turned around, and standing there, was my stout, but loving aunt.

"Aunt Sarah! It's been so long!" I exclaimed. I gave my aunt a huge hug.

"Sonny, look at you. You look even prettier than a year ago," she said.

"Aw, thank you. This is my boyfriend, Chad Dylan Cooper," I introduced him.

"Nice to meet you, Chad," my aunt greeted. "I'm a big fan of Mackenzie Falls. Well, let's stop chatting and get going. Everyone's waiting at the house." We went to the parking lot, and I could see my aunt got a new car. I called shotgun, and Chad had to sit in the back, but he didn't complain. It was about a fifteen minute drive from the airport to my farm. When we got to the farm, I could see Chad's jaw drop.

"Wow, you have a nice house," he complimented. The actual house was a two-story house, with a porch swing, surrounded by a picket fence. The barn was out behind the house, and it was huge. When I was a kid, I used to play in the barn.

"Thanks," I simply replied. We walked inside, and it was full of my relatives from across the state. My entire family lived in Wisconsin, so they never had to fly out. "Hey everyone!" I greeted. Everyone ran over to give me a huge hug, from cousins to grandparents to aunts and uncles. I have a huge family. "Where's Dad?"

"Oh, he's in the kitchen, making the cookies," my grandma Evelyn explained. My grandma Evelyn is my dad's mom. I waltzed into the kitchen, and I saw my dad standing by the oven.

"Hi Dad!" I greeted.

"Sunshine! It's so great to see you again!" my dad greeted. He picked me up and hugged me.

"Dad, this is Chad, my boyfriend," I introduced.

"It's nice to meet you, sir," Chad greeted.

"So, Dad, what kind of cookies are you making?" I asked curiously.

"I'm making your favorite- sugar cookies," my dad said.

"Sweet!" I exclaimed. Then I heard the timer ding, and that meant the cookies were done.

"Oh, looks like the last batch is done," he said. He put on his oven mitts and carefully took out the tray of snowman shaped cookies.

"Last batch? How many batches did you make?" I asked my dad.

"I made six batches of cookies," he answered. "And, we can decorate them, just like old times!"

"Awesome!" I exclaimed again. Chad offered to help with the cookies, and it was like Christmas in past years, except I didn't have a boyfriend back then. We used the colorful icing and sprinkles to decorate. After 45 minutes of icing and putting sprinkles on cookies, we were finally done.

"Man, my hands are sore," Chad complained.

"Son, that means you worked hard. Good job, you two. The cookies look great," Dad complimented. "And now it's time to serve them."

"Dad, can you do that? I have to show Chad to his room," I said.

"Okay," he said, but we were already out the back door. It was really cold, but I didn't care, because I went through almost eighteen years of Wisconsin cold. The snow crunched under my boots. Although Chad's jacket didn't seem to cover him well enough.

"Well, here's the guest house," I said. I opened the door for him, and the guest house was bigger than I remember. It was a medium-sized guest house with plush furniture and its own bedroom and bathroom.

"Nice guest house," he complimented.

"Thanks, again," I replied. He set his bag down, and plopped on the couch. "Well, you get unpacked, and meet the family outside for a campfire in about an hour." I left Chad to unpack in the guest house while I went back to the house to unpack my things. I went up to my room, and I forgot how my room looked. There were posters of Chad everywhere, most of them being "Mackenzie Falls" posters. But there were a few "So Random" posters here and there. I unpacked my things, and went to go help my Uncle Carmine with the firewood for the campfire. Once we set up the firewood and started up the fire, everyone sat on either a tree log or on a blanket. I ran to the guest house to get Chad for the campfire.

"Chad, come on! It's time for the campfire!" I shouted to him. He came out of the bathroom in his signature brown leather jacket. "Hey, Chad. I don't think that'll be enough to keep you warm, but we'll find something." I dragged him to the circle my family formed. We sat on a log, and we passed around the cookies. I managed to find a blanket so I could wrap it around Chad and I.

"So, by starting off this Christmas campfire, who wants to sing first?" my dad announced. "Maybe, you can, Sonny."

"Me? Na, I'd rather not," I said. Then everybody started pleading for me to sing. "Okay, fine. Have you guys ever seen Camp Rock 2?" Everyone nodded their heads. "Well, this is the final song of the movie, although I kind of changed up the lyrics a little bit." I brought my guitar out here, so I got my guitar out of its case, and started playing.

So let's sing na, na na na na, hey ya

Come on and sing na, na na na na, hey ya

This is our song, that's all that matters 'cause

We all belong, right here together

There's nothing better than singing along

This is our winter

This is our song

By then, everyone was singing with me.

And grab your guitar

Sit by the fire

'Cause we all need a song

When we're tired

We'll sit here together and sing it out loud

This is our winter

This is our song

Come on and sing na, na na na na, hey ya

This is our song

By the time we stopped singing, everyone was joyful and happy. Then we sang a few Christmas carols, passed cookies around, and told funny stories. Then, sadly, it was time for bed. I was supposed to put out the fire, but Chad insisted that he help. So everyone left for their hotels, except Aunt Sarah and my little baby cousin Mason, who were sleeping in my dad's office with the pull out bed. After everyone left, we had a wonderful conversation.

"So, did you like my family?" I asked him while picking up blankets.

"Like? They ought to be voted the best family of the year," he said.

"Aw, thanks," I said. I felt my cheeks get hot. "So, did you like spending Christmas with your family?"

"I liked everyone else in my family except my parents. They always fight a lot," he explained. "It's hard to be around them without them having a screaming match. And with the words they say, I have to cover my sister's ears."

"I didn't know you had a sister," I said curiously. "How old is she?"

"She's seven," he simply answered. "And, about my parents, when they met, they hated each other. But my mom told me this story about how they fell in love."

"Huh. You know who your parents remind me of?" I asked.

"Who?" he counter-asked. I walked over to him, and my eyes met his ocean blue. I touched my forehead to his, and I could smell the scent of his cologne.

"Us," I whispered. I gently pressed my lips to his, and our lips moved together in perfect rhythm, for about five seconds. We slowly backed away, and stayed silent for about five minutes before I broke the awkward silence. "Maybe we should get to bed."

"Yeah, maybe we should," he repeated. We went our separate ways, and we went to bed. This had to be the best Christmas Eve ever.

Like it? I'll be posting the third chapter very soon. Peace and Love- Channy321