Yay! Another chapter! That's two in one day! I think this might be the last one of the day. Going to my brother's friend's birthday party. Yay. Uh, might be fun, I hope. My Dad's the DJ, which I know you guys are gonna go "embarrassing", but to be honest, it's not. lol. He's awesome. Cool parents, dontcha love em? I love my Dad's music sense. And my Dad. And my Mum. Don't we all? lol ;)

Know what I also love? This chapter! :D So let's read! :)

Chapter 17-A First Time For Everything

Sonny's POV

I wake up to a bright white light coming through the light beige curtains, but I'm too tired to un-draw them. Instead, I head to the bathroom to have shower. I let the water run, building up the temperature, placing yesterday's clothes on the towel rack for afterwards. When the water is warm enough, I step in, letting the liquid trickle down my neck. I draw the shower curtain across, just in case I wake up Chad, before relaxing.

Do you ever wonder what can be so relaxing about a shower? I do. I think it's just that it feels like a waterfall, a soft, small, sweet waterfall. I always loved having showers, call me weird. It just seems to be a regular Wisconsin memory – I rarely ever had baths because my family loved to save water. From when I was eight, Mom showed me how our shower worked and that was that.

I suddenly hear a knock on the door and jump, lucky not to slip on the wet floor.

"Sonny?" Chad's voice comes from behind the door, "You in there?"

"Yeah." I say, "Sorry, did I wake you up with the water?"

"Yeah, but don't worry." He says, "It's OK. I just think I have something on my face and need to wash it off."

"OK." I say, realising I forgot to lock the door. "I have the curtain drawn, so come on in."

Chad opens the door, and I watch his figure move over to the mirror, before letting out a not-so-manly scream.

"What is it?" I ask, poking my head around the curtain, and I stifle a laugh when I see the same bright make-up that Annie was wearing yesterday smeared across his face, and his hair up in spikes like Dennis the Menace.

"I take it this is your little tradition?" Chad asks, and I nod.

"Yeah, the obvious sleepover prank…I guess they found us."

"It washes off, right?" He asks, and I sigh.

"Of course it does," I say, "I'd have thought, you, as a TV star, would know all make-up comes off."

"And the hair?" He asks, pointing to his head.

"Brush it." I say. "A lot. It could be hard."

"Okay, okay," He says, "Can I borrow any make-up remover equipment you have?"

"In the travel bag, the end of my bed." I tell him, "The little red container in the purple bag. There's a comb next to it."

He zips into the bedroom to get the make-up wipes, before coming back and spending the whole time I'm in the shower in front of the mirror. Ugh! I wanna get out here! The water's getting cold!

"Can you pass me a towel?" I ask him 10 minutes after the waiting began, turning off the water, and (not looking) he passes a blue towel with the letters MF on it.

"Seriously?" I ask, "You brought your own towel?"

"They have a comfy homey feel." He says, and I take it from him, drying myself off, trying not to slip on the wet floor of the shower.

"So," I say, "What do you think of my friends?"

He pauses, "Uh…they're cool. I like some of them…"

"Like?" I ask.

"Like Maisie." He says, "She's kinda like you, only different coloured hair and not as pretty."

"Aw!" I squeal.

"Yeah." He says, "And Annie's OK. The moment I saw her, I thought she was an emo. She's actually pretty fun."

"Yeah." I say, trying to use the towel to get the water out of my ears.

"But…Soph scares me. Reminds me of Tawni. She doesn't like me, right?"

I shrug, "Uh, she's not a fan." I say. "But don't worry, you'll grow on her."

"And she'll grow on me?"

"Most likely." I say. "What about…" I hope this isn't awkward for him, "Uh… Callum?"

He pauses again, taking a deep breath. "Uh…Callum's OK. He's a good guitar player."

"Yeah." I say, "He reminds me of you, a little."

He freezes, and I see his silhouette look my way, "How so?"

"Well, we used to fight." I say, "We had a…er…" I avoid saying 'good', "…descent relationship…talented, funny…"

I can sense him frowning, before smiling when he realises I just said he's all those things too.

"Well, in that case, I'm honoured." He says, "Are there any differences?"

I think, "He plays hockey."

"Yep, I guessed so." He says, "It's freezing in Wisconsin, right? Really icy?"

I gasp, "Not icy all the time!"

"So, what are we doing today?"

I go to answer, but hearing a faint mooing.

"My phone!" I yell, wrapping the towel and around myself and running into the bedroom, my hair still dripping wet.

"I could've got that, y'know." Chad says, but I ignore him, picking up the phone.

"Hello?" I ask, before Jessie's excited voice comes from the other side.

"Have you looked outside?"

"Not yet…" I say, "Why?"

"Look!" She yells. I open the curtains as Chad walks into the bedroom, the make-up completely gone, hair almost presentable. I grin at the sight before me, something I haven't seen since the day I left Wisconsin to start my dream life.

"What is it?" Chad asks, and I turn back at him, grinning.

"Come look." I say. He walks over, before looking out the window at the sight that being a Californian, he wouldn't be as used to it as I am. And I love it.

"Isn't it beautiful?" I ask.

"I never thought I'd see it for real." He smiles.

"Snow." I say, hugging him. "You've never seen snow?"

"Not for real." He says, "In California, some people don't believe in snow. I started to believe it was a myth set about by movie writers and Antarctica scientists, or at least, how it looked. I thought Hollywood movie directors exaggerated it…never thought it was this beautiful."

I smile. My boyfriend has never seen snow for real, and here I am with him, at his first real viewing of real snow. It feels romantic, sweet, and the perfect beginning to a day that I can tell is gonna be awesome.

I grab a purple coat I brought just in case of this very moment, and put it on, along with striped gloves, a matching hat, and a pink scarf.

"What am I gonna do?" Chad asks, "I didn't think snow was gonna strike, so I got nothing."

"That's why I bought one for you." I say, fishing a blue jacket out of my travel bag. "See if it fits, we'll buy you other stuff later."

We run out into the snow after Chad has finally fixed his hair and grin when we see the little kids making snowmen, snow angels, throwing snowballs at each other. I smile at the scene, before feeling something frozen and wet hit my back, and I gasp at the coldness. I turn back to see Chad, throwing a snowball up in the air and catching it when it comes back down, repeatedly.

"OK, so I've watched the movies." He says, "And they all say – snowball fights are a must! It's romantic and fun!"

"When was a snowball fight romantic?" I ask.

"I dunno." Chad shrugs, "Fun though, one out of two ain't so bad."

"Are you really challenging me?" I ask, and he nods. "Need I remind you I thrashed you in that pillow fight that time at my house?"

"Not the same thing." He says, throwing another snowball, and I laugh as it misses me. I load up my ammo, making a perfectly round ball, before aiming it in a clean arc to reach Chad's arm, before it explodes in a burst of white softness.

"That hurt!" Chad yells, and I laugh.

"Did I forget to mention?" I say, compacting a load of snow together, "I was also always the winner of any snowball fight, ever played with anyone."

"Well, that's all about to change." He smirks.

"Care to put your money where your mouth is?" I ask, "Or more, your car?"

I do love Chad's car, and obviously, so does he.

"Not Rebecca!" He yells.

I sigh. "Which one's Rebecca?"

"The Porsche." He says.

"Fine." I say, "I win, I get the Aston Martin."

He pauses, thinking, "Ashley's getting old, so OK. And if I win?"

"I baby-sit Josh and Abby for one month?"

He rolls his hand, asking me to continue. Obviously, that isn't as big as him losing his baby car. "And…?"

"I'll guest star in Mackenzie Falls?" I say.

"And…?"

"I'll say publicly that you are the greatest actor of your generation." I moan, "And to add to your stakes, I win, you admit you watch So Random."

He scowls, "Fine. It's on."

"Bring it!" I laugh.

Unluckily, I notice he's already built up a snowball, and throws it right at me. I duck, so it misses me, and instead hits an old lady walking past.

"Sorry." I say to her. Big mistake.

I turn back after apologising to see Chad running my way. He aims at me and hits me clean. I run from him, picking up snow whenever I can. I take shelter with a bunch of little kids, out of Chad's view, before borrowing the kid's ammo and throwing none-stop at Chad. I jump on his back and hold a freezing cold snowball to his face.

"OK, OK!" He says, "Geez, get off!"

I do as he asks, still holding the snowball to his face. He slowly smiles at me, before I notice a snowball in his hand. He runs backwards, before throwing the projectile through the cold January air. Then something unexpected (for him) happens.

I catch his snowball, laughing in his face, before throwing it at him. I then summon my new child-friends from the shelter to help, and Chad ends up after two minutes on the floor, begging for mercy.

"No fair!" He yells.

"We never said we couldn't get help." I shrug, "I win!"

"You're way too talented." He laughs, getting up slowly, "So, uh, what next?"

I shrug, "Wanna go ice skating?"

He blinks, "Uh…ice…skating?"

I nod, "It could be fun."

"OK then." He says.

"And I'll catch you if you fall."

He rolls his eyes, "Funny."

He takes my arm in his and we walk over to his rented car parked outside the hotel, before driving to the closest ice-skating park, grinning the whole ride.

This is gonna be fun…

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