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Chapter 9-Weeks Pass Fast

Chad's POV

Week by week goes by. It's the best time of my life, or it would be, if it wasn't for the stupid fact that my Dad was getting married, and that day was getting closer and closer. And of course, I'm gonna be best man. Yay.

I'm not really up for the idea, (hence my sarcastic use of the word 'Yay') I hate the idea. I'd rather they didn't have a wedding at all. But I wasn't gonna turn down my own old man, especially on his special day, was I? I'm not that heartless.

And that doesn't mean I'm gonna enjoy it. The day's gonna suck. The only thing that makes it better is that Sonny's coming. It'll be where Sonny used to live, and Sonny's a big part of it too, a bridesmaid. Along with little Abby; she's gonna be so cute.

And so you know, that last bit about Abby was just adding to the act that I'm so excited about this whole stupid idea (don't get me wrong though – Abby will be the cutest there. In fact…make that second cutest, and no, I'm not referring to the blushing bride there.

The first week is so much fun. We spend the first couple of days chilling, getting used to the house, before Sonny suggests a barbeque.

"It's November!" I'd yelled, but nothing stops my Sonshine. Not even the threat of rain.

We had hot-dogs and burgers, that I was surprised when they really cooked well. Sonny's awesome at grilling – another reason she'll be a great wife someday. Not that I'd eat any of that high-fat stuff, but for the kids. Oh, those oh-so-cute kids we'll have, the girl, beautiful and sweet, with Sonny's big brown eyes and her beautiful natural hair colour (not that I don't like the newer brown she's dyed it – it's amazing), and the boy, just like me – awesome. I just hope that when he gets famous (and trust me – he will) he doesn't get too big-headed.

Somewhere in the middle of these thoughts, I ended up being pushed into the pool, before I looked up for the culprit. Of course – Sonny and Josh. Those little jokesters. Maybe Josh should become part of So Random…actually, scratch that idea.

Week one – success.

Week two was next, and it was Abby's birthday. So, with money me and Sonny had been saving up, we had a 'family' journey to the zoo closest to Hollywood. Abby loves animals, so we thought it would be fun.

And yes, we let Josh take his Nintendo DSi to keep him quiet…maybe that's where all my money went, all Josh's stuff…

Sonny and I seemed to have fun, for sure. We laughed at Abby's little penguin impression, then Sonny did her own. No way I did one though. Which is why Sonny bought me a hat saying 'I'm a little penguin'. Her little 'joke'. Haha, Sonny. I have a stomach ache from laughing so much. I still had fun, and so did Abby, especially when we bought her the big tiger. (AN: Hannah Montana Forever related joke)

Week two – success.

The next week was last week, and we decided, since December was nearing, that we'd go skiing. Ms Munroe was busy and Josh didn't want to come. He invited some friends round, and luckily, Sonny agreed they could stay. I'm just glad she did, I didn't want 12 and 13 year-olds throwing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches at us. Or, 12/13 year olds? More like throwing their X-box controllers and/or soccer balls. Not good.

So we left Abby at a friend's, something tells me Josh wasn't gonna focus on his baby sister with friends round, and headed off. Despite slipping a few (OK, a lot of) times, I managed to get the hang of it. Sonny seemed to do even better though. She told me she'd been skiing since she was 5, probably because she lived so up-northish before. I've barely seen snow in the whole of my lifetime – and I'm eighteen. We still had a lot of fun, and got home to see the house not on fire.

Week three – success.

Then this week came along…

Where do I start? The wedding is one month away today, and everyone seems excited. Everyone but me.

Sonny's Mom took her and Abby shopping for their bridesmaid dresses, and Sonny promised to grab me something. I don't do tuxes – not with ties or things like that. Guess I'm gonna have to though.

Great.

The invitation came next, all in a pretty little lavender purple envelope with a pink bow around it. Huh, Melanie's turning my father girly. Those two words should never be seen together…ugh. Why do we even need an invitation anyway? It's not like we're gonna bail on them…although, I'm starting to think that might be the only option…

Then dinner comes along – Friday night.

"Give us a twirl!" Sonny laughs, and Abby stands on the table, twirling round in her little dress. Cute baby, stupid occasion.

"Aw!" Sonny laughs, "You're gonna be the cutest girl there!"

Abby giggles, before Sonny sits her back in her little seat, and she goes on eating her grapes. Why grapes I have no idea. (A/N: Why Chad, because of a word pun to come up soon…)

"A month away!" Sonny continues, "I'm so excited! Aren't you, Chad?"

I sigh, "I guess…"

"It'll be so much fun!" She squeals. This is when Sonny's sunny attitude gets on my nerves (which is not often), "You written your speech yet?"

I freeze, "…Speech?"

"Yeah, you're the best man, you gotta do a speech. It could start like…like…" She notices Abby's grapes and smiles, "…Hey people! It's grape to see you here!"

Not a chuckle.

"C'mon, grape? OK, it's not that funny…"

"You must be so excited, Chad." Connie says, and I shrug.

"Well…"

"I bet this is really what your Mom wanted. Your Dad to be able to move on from her, be happy."

I scowl. Ms Munroe's made a big mistake there. My Mom wouldn't want this. I know she wouldn't. It's just lucky Josh isn't here, he would handle that sentence in a different way to the way I do…

I sigh, getting up, "Excuse me…"

"…Chad?"

I ignore Sonny's voice behind me, I just wanna get away from it all.

I know this one thing…Dad and Melanie have ruined it for me, again.

Sonny's POV

"…Chad?" I yell after him, but he won't turn back.

My frowns, "That was my fault, wasn't it?"

I shake my head, "Uh…maybe. Or mine. I'll go talk to him…"

:O See? Drama. Well, kinda. more next time. if u review :)

Stay Strong xxx Demi