A/N: Well I'm starting a new story!! I was planning to start this story later on in the year or even next year, but I got impatient :p This story is going to be different from what I write since I don't normally write comedy mulit-chapters, only one-shots. Ha, I guess there's a first for everything right? :D Plus, I haven't written in first person in a story for a while. So sorry if the tenses are mixed up or somewhere in the middle of the story, it's written in third person. I try my best to check the spelling and grammar, but sometimes my brain is just stupid and I miss the mistakes xD So enjoy the first installment of Down By The Lake :)

Chapter One
Packing Up

[Chad's POV]

"Please, pretty, pretty please?"

I hated the state I'm in right now. This sucks sooo much, it's not even funny. All you males out there would know what I'm going through and would feel completely sorry for me while you ladies would be calling me a prick for not saying yes already. Maybe I am a prick, but what she wants is definitely not worth it!

"Sonny, I love you but hell no." I told her, giving her an annoyed look. She frowned, looking like she's losing hope by the second. I wanted to feel bad. What boyfriend wouldn't? But at the same time I was pretty ecstatic because this meant she'll probably get off my back. (Don't tell Sonny that though.)

"Come on, Chad, please? It's just one little week." She said, talking in that cute baby voice that always got me to say yes. But not this time. I needed to man up and not fall for her adorable traps. Instead, I rolled my eyes and shook my head no. Not even the cutest thing she'll do will make me change my mind.

Sonny wrapped her arms around my neck and looked straight into my eyes. She leaned in and kissed me deeply, throwing me off guard. I eagerly kissed her back, placing one hand on her back and the other on her waist. Hmm, candy flavored lip gloss. I almost got lost into the kiss, but sadly she pulled away with another guilt-tripping worthy look on her face. "Please?" she asked one more time.

"Well…" I started. Nuh-uh! No way! I was not going to let her stupid cuteness and that amazing kiss change my mind! No! I am Chad Dylan Cooper, a man! And Chad Dylan Cooper does not fall weak when it comes to petty things like this! No, no, no, nooo! I will not let her get her way! Come on, Cooper, you can do it. Just. Say. No.

"Fine," I said, defeated.

I am a weakling. A powerless weakling. I should be ashamed of myself.

"Yay, I love you!" she squealed, kissing my lips once again. I smiled at her happiness. She just looks so glad right now…ugh. I hate being the 'best boyfriend ever'. To think I had one tight reputation, now I have another to keep up with. I stared down at Sonny. She looked remarkably stunning in that hot outfit. Oh great, I think dating Sonny is turning me into a sap.

"Sonny, are you even sure that I'm capable of…of…"

"Camping?" she finished for me. I shuddered at the word. Ugh. Camping. Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't do tents, he doesn't do sleeping bags, he doesn't do dirt, or un-gourmet food, and he especially doesn't do public bathrooms. Did I mention bugs? Yeah, he doesn't do bugs either. I hated camping ever since I was a little kid. Call me weird, but I just hated the outdoors. And now I just agreed to go camping in Wisconsin. It was like I just agreed to stay in Hell for a week.

Sonny giggled at my distressed face and tousled my hair. "Chad, it's just camping. And we're only going to be there for a week. You'll survive." She assured me. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest. Pfft, yeah, I'll 'survive'. My hair will be frizzy due to the lack of hair product, my clothes will be marred with mud, I'll have to sleep on the floor, and I'll be forced to use the shower for ten freaking minutes for God's sake! I will not survive!

"If I don't, I'm going to buy every campsite in Wisconsin and shut them all down." I threatened. Sonny laughed and hugged my shoulders, placing a small kiss on my cheek. I didn't tell her that I was serious.

"Don't worry, you'll love Wisconsin. I can't wait until you meet the rest of my family! My cousins and brothers were pretty surprised that I was dating the one and only Chad Dylan Cooper." I smirked. Finally we talk about something important: me.

"Well only special girls get the privilege to date CDC." I replied, winking at her. Sonny blushed and smiled, shaking her head. Yes, yes, I'm such a romanticist, I know. "And only one girl could actually get him to go camping." I said with my eyebrows raised. Sonny grinned at me, obviously hearing the irritation in my voice.

"This is why I love you so, so much!" she said, kissing me once more. (Okay, if she kisses me all the time while we're there then I actually won't mind camping. Hey, maybe we could share a tent…) "I have the best and sweetest boyfriend ever." She smiled, interrupting my fantasy.

"Yes, yes, I know I am. Thank you." I said, earning a laugh and an eye roll from Sonny.

"Okay well you better pack up now since we're leaving in two days." She said, getting up. I groaned and pulled her back down, trapping her in my arms.

"Sonnnyyy, can't we just stay here for a little while?" I whined. Honestly, I do not want to pack up for this stupid camping trip. I already don't want to go, so what makes people think I want to pack up? I'll have to look for old suitcases so mine won't get ruined, and to make things worse, I have to actually put my precious things in there! It'll be like torment if I have to watch—let alone do—that.

"Chaaad," Sonny replied back in the same whiny voice I used with her. "You really need to start packing up." I gave her a look, showing her that I probably won't be packing for my things in a while. "And if you don't start packing, I'll do it for you." She threatened, dare I say, sexily. I groaned. I love Sonny, but that doesn't necessarily mean that I actually want her to touch my belongings. (I already let her touch my hair—isn't that enough?!)

"Look, I promise you that I will pack my stuff under one condition." I bargained. Sonny looked at me, ready to take my offer no matter what it was. "We have to share a tent." I said. (No, not for that reason, perverts.)

"Oh, Chad, my parents…uncles…guy cousins…and especially my older brothers won't allow that." Sonny stuttered. Her cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment as the thought came into her mind. Sharing a tent with her boyfriend probably doesn't give her family the best…impression of our relationship, but I don't want to share one with her overprotective family!

"Oh, come on, Sonny." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "You know that I will not share a tent with the male half of your family—no offense." I said.

"Well we don't really have much of a choice…" Sonny said. Her voice trailed off with nervousness drawn into it. I threw my head back and groaned for what seemed like the billionth time this hour. It was like the more we talked about this whole camping trip, the more it sounded worse. (Maybe I shouldn't have caved in so fast.) "Or maybe you could get a tent by yourself! That will work too, right?" Sonny added quickly, obviously trying not to upset me.

"Well that's better…but I still don't know if I should go or not…" I said. I tried not to smirk as Sonny began to ramble on what could benefit me more for the camping trip. She must really want me there. I couldn't blame her. A camping trip with her annoying family doesn't seem too much fun, or fun at all. Plus, a whole week without me? Pfft, she wouldn't last long. (I probably wouldn't be able to last long without her either, but at least I don't have to experience my misery while camping with irritating people.)

Sonny and I walked out of the studio together hand-in-hand. "And I promise you that you won't have to share a tent with anyone, you'll get an air mattress bed instead of a sleeping bag, and I'll even promise you the good s'mores! Just…please come to this camping trip with me, Chad, please?" she begged.

Ugh, more with the begging and the guilt tripping. Why must she be so freaking adorable?! Really, it's turning me into a mush, and I seriously don't like it. Chad Dylan Cooper is not a mush…unless he's with Sonny. Ugh. Sometimes, I hate love. It makes me feel so feeble that it's sad. (I bet all you people are laughing at me right now. If you are, stop.)

"Don't worry, I'm going, I'm going." I assured her indignantly. Sonny is also turning me into a stupid pushover. Curse her and her freaking cuteness. Sonny smiled (sweetly of course) and held onto me closer, placing another kiss on my cheek. Okay, I had to smile there. Maybe I could actually learn to enjoy this camping trip… (I said maybe.)

We stepped into my car and I headed over to Sonny's house. "Wait, we need to go to your house." Sonny said once she saw the route I took. Oh God, please don't say it. Don't remember, don't remember, don't remember! "We need to start packing for your stuff, and I know that you won't pack up, so I have to be there to make sure that you do." She remembered. Damn.

"Fine," I said, defeated once again. I took the exit towards my house with an annoyed look on my face. Sonny touching my stuff. My stuff. Her hands on my stuff. Oh God, I think it's going to take a miracle for me not to blow up every time she makes physical contact with anything I own.

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"Sonny, how are ya, dear?" my mom asked once Sonny and I walked in through the front door. Sonny greeted my mother politely and gave her a quick hug. Mom honestly liked Sonny—no she loved her. She treated her like the daughter she never had. (It was both annoying and relieving but mostly annoying.) It's pretty shocking since my mom usually pays no attention to the girls I date. But being Sonny, well she's just too lovable for her own good.

"We'll just be upstairs, Mom." I said, grabbing Sonny's wrist and heading towards my room.

"Not so fast, Chad, you know the rules of this house when it comes to girls." She said strictly. "Even if it is Sonny, all the rules apply. Your door is opened, wide open." She instructed. I rolled my eyes and nodded my head while Sonny giggled. We then continued our way towards my room. "Have fun at your camping trip though, sweetie!" my mom called out before we entered my room.

"Wait—how did she know?" I asked Sonny, eyeing her curiously.

"Well, I thought that if I couldn't convince you then maybe your mommy could." Sonny said innocently. I rolled my eyes again. Wow, she really had this thing planned out.

"Okay, let's start packing." I said grumpily. I grabbed a brown suitcase from the back of my walk in closet and laid it out on the floor. My nose crinkled at the smell. Good God, this thing was old. I grabbed the Febreeze bottle my mom keeps in my room and began to spray the suitcase continuously until the bottle practically ran out.

Sonny rolled her eyes and grabbed the bottle from my hands, setting it on the coffee table to the side. "We'll spray it when we're done, Chad. What we really need to do is start packing. I know that you'll throw a fit if you forgot something important so we have to do this today." She said. "And I don't want to hear you complaining the whole time." She muttered underneath her breath as she walked towards my closet.

"Well I don't think that you want to touch my things…certain things…ya know?" I subtly warned her. Sonny bent down onto one of my drawers that contained one of those certain things. "Don't open that!" I yelled, shutting the drawer just before she could see anything. Sonny started laughing at me.

"Are your tidy-widies in there?" she giggled. I gaped at her. Chad Dylan Cooper does not use tidy-widies!

"No but my boxers are!" I covered my mouth once I realized what I just said. I am incredibly stupid. My face turned an unbelievable shade of red while Sonny giggled non stop in front of me. Oh God. She lay on my carpet, trying to breathe as laughter escaped her mouth. Could this day get any worse than it already is?

"O-oh m-my gawd! Ha-ha-ha!" was all I could make out from her. Oh, and I also heard "boxers" here and there. I don't think I want to know what she was really saying.

"Don't make me change my mind about this camping trip." I warned once I got fed up. Sonny took deep breaths, trying to contain her laughter. She bit her lip to suppress any more giggles.

"Okay, okay, oh-kay." She breathed, trying to catch her breath. She smiled at me. "You can go fix your…boxers and I'll do your shirts." She said. Sonny walked over to the other side of my closet and looked through my large collection of shirts. I resentfully opened my drawer and grabbed pairs of boxers. I ran to my suitcase and placed them inside before Sonny could sneak a peak. There's no way in hell I'm letting her see what I wear under my pants.

"Chad do you have anything else besides dress shirts? Where're your casuals?" Sonny called from my closet. I glanced at her and laughed. She was literally tangled in between all my button-up and dressy shirts that Mackenzie Falls gave to me over the years.

"You're in the wrong section." I said. I took her hand and led her to the end where all my casuals are.

"God, you are way too organized. My parents would be so proud of me if my closet was as clean as yours." Sonny commented as she began to pull out random shirts I own. She hung some up to my body to see if it would look good on me. (Which I thought was a waste of time and downright ridiculous since everything looks good on me.)

In the end she picked out fourteen shirts for the day and night and seven pairs of shorts, pajama bottoms, and jeans. FINALLY.

"Okay, now time for your bathroom things." Sonny announced as she skipped into my bathroom. She opened my oversized medicine cabinet and widened her eyes. "Oh my God," she said as she stared at the rows of hair product and skin care I owned. Hey, I wasn't kidding when I said that my hair and face had to be perfect. "You have so much junk, Chad! I don't even own this many things for my hair or face and I'm a girl!" Well the cabinet is oversized for a reason.

"Well that's because your whole self is naturally pretty! I need product to keep me dashing!" I retorted. Sonny blushed and smiled shyly at me.

"Aw, I'm naturally pretty?" she asked, completely flattered. I smirked at her. Well I did know how to swoon the ladies.

"Yes, yes, you're very naturally pretty." I said. Well it was true. Even I had to admit it—plus CDC does not date ugly girls.

"Even prettier than you?" she teased.

"Don't test me, Munroe." I joked, placing a peck on her lips.

"But seriously, Chad, we can't bring all of this to the campsite. It'll all take up least three suitcases!" Sonny replied as she turned her head and stared back at my various types of face washes, hair products, and other vital necessities that were stored in the cabinet.

"Well…I guess we can bring…some." I forced out. I stared at them warily, wondering if I could seriously live seven days without all of them.

"Yay, that's my Chad." Sonny smiled, kissing my cheek.

After a painful hour of deciding what to bring (Sonny was so close to giving up and just bring everything. So close.), I was all finally set. Thank God! I thought that I was gonna go insane in there! Sonny looked like she was close to losing it as well.

Sonny and I were currently in my entertainment room, watching TV. My arm around her waist, her head on my shoulder, the usual. I couldn't concentrate on what I was watching though. (Which probably was a good thing since Sonny forced me to watch So Random. Ugh, me watching So Random is just painful.) All I could think about was Sonny's family. I haven't really met her entire family, and her parents don't really love me. They don't hate me (or at least I hope they don't), but I guess you could say that they just tolerate me.

Mrs. Munroe was pretty nice…I guess. Annoying—yeah. Almost as annoying as my mom. (Which is saying something.) She was strict but reasonable. She didn't think that I was an 'ideal boyfriend' at first because of my freaking rep (which astounded me because Chad Dylan Cooper is an ideal everything!), but I'm starting to warm up to her.

Mr. Munroe is the same. He has the whole daddy's girl going on between him and Sonny, but he likes me better than Mrs. Munroe does for two reasons: I make Sonny happy (in your face, suckas!), and I pretend to like whatever the hell he loves. Football, junk food, and all that crap. Her dad was a total American. So let's just say that he tolerates me better.

But Sonny and I have been dating for a couple of years, and if it took that long to get her parents to 'like' me, it couldn't possibly take the rest of her family to 'like' me in just seven days. Sonny has three brothers, older brothers, brothers! They all go to college in Wisconsin, but I've seen pictures of them. They're all big, muscled, and can easily beat me up in one punch. Sonny said that she gets along with her brothers and that they're pretty close. And this is me, Chad Dylan Cooper, who's dating their sweet innocent baby sister. Uh crap much?!

The rest of her family just looks like they could irritate me to the highest degree from the pictures and stories Sonny tell me. I'll try not to shout at them since they are in fact my girlfriend's family. But for the sake of my sanity, I'll have to take my anger out on something. (Maybe there'll be a car to kick or something.)

Then I think to myself, what the hell am I doing, agreeing to go camping? That's like torment, death, and more torment mixed into a family vacation. Why should I do this in the first place? What's the point? The whole freaking world knows that CDC does not do camping. So what am I doing, going camping in Wisconsin for a week with Sonny's family?

I glanced at Sonny. She snuggled herself into me, looking as if she had no intention of letting go. I smiled and kissed her forehead, earning a smile from her. God, I love her. Yes, you heard right, I love L-O-V-E love her. I feel like I would do anything humanly possible for her, anything to keep that smile on her face, anything. Because when she's happy, I'm happy. (God, I'm such a sap/mush/loser.)

So you know why I'm going camping in Wisconsin for a week with Sonny's family? I'm going to prove to them that I'm the perfect boyfriend for her.