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- Three -

Sonny's POV:

Once we reached the restaurant, I ushered everyone as quickly as possible inside. I didn't want them to see the big "Jolly Joe's" sign on the front-I know that no doubt a certain person would start making fun of it. Unfortunately, though, I didn't get them inside fast enough. Chad had already seen it, and was smirking when he came inside.

"'Jolly Joe's'? What kind of name is that?" Chad snorted, looking around to take in his surroundings. Either that or he was looking for a mirror. The second choice was probably more likely.

"Quiet. Uncle Joe's coming," I hissed, glaring at him. Then, I made myself smile as Uncle Joe came near, and extended my arms to him. He pulled me in for one of his special giant-Uncle-Joe-bear hug. He squished me tightly, and I awkwardly patted his back; a bit embarrassed that everyone was here to witness all this.

"Sonny! Look at you! Oh, you've gotten so tall, and...I think you've gotten even more prettier. Keep that up, and pretty soon, I'll see a bunch of boys trailing behind you wherever you go." He winked, making me smile. When I don't see relatives for a long time this is all they talk about; my height, my appearance, and of course, So Random. It seems like no matter how many times I tell him about it, he never gets tired of hearing it. Though sometimes I get tired of telling it, I don't get to see Uncle Joe-or any other relatives-often, especially since I started working on the show. So I decided to make the best of it, and not complain.

"Thanks." I beamed; smiling proudly while looking around at the restaurant. The place was familiar to me; yet all new at the same time. I've been to this place so many times; you'd think I know where the bathroom-and everything else-was. But, now, I'm not so sure. "The restaurant looks good..."

"Oh yeah," Uncle Joe answered, smiling widely. "I just tweaked the restaurant a bit; you know, make some improvements and everything since we're getting busier. Business is booming these days. I got some new furniture, some new wallpaper, some new tables, new menus, and some new staff-but still a few of the old ones-I'm going to get a new sign too, new-"

"A little?" I asked incredulously. "If this is a 'little', I'd love to see what you'd do for a lot. Not that I don't love it, but come on, Uncle Joe. Can you pay for all of this?"

"Of course," he answered stubbornly; his chest puffing a bit and his bottom lip jutted out into a small pout. I tried not to giggle at the level of immaturity for a man of his age. "I told you, Sonny. Business has been great lately-that's why we can afford all of this."

And afford it he can. Looking around at the restaurant now, I was amazed at how much work was put into this. Before, the restaurant had been an old used building that Uncle Joe had simply bought from the owners that were here a few years ago. It was old, and had a gloomy personality to it. Not to mention, sometimes people complained of the stench it brought, and how it could be smelled from all the way across the country.

But now, the walls were painted a fun shade of bright orange, and the tiles were replaced into white, cleaner (and better quality) tiles. Although you can only faintly see them; most of the area was covered in a red mahogany carpet, with little designs on them that looks like the logo for Jolly Joe's. There used to be an old, dangling light that creaked and groaned whenever it was swung, in the middle of the room. But now, it was replaced with a modern lamp shade that made it look like one of those Asian cuisines just by looking at the ceiling lights. But if you look at the whole room together, you could see that it doesn't look like an Asian cuisine, but more of a simple family restaurant-which is exactly what my uncle was trying to achieve, I guess. Well, he sure did a good job of that. The place looked very comfortable, light, and just...perfect.

"It's also why," Uncle Joe was saying, "I need more workers in here. You ready to help out your old uncle this summer, Son-shine?"

I grinned, but flushed a light pink at the nickname everyone used to call me when I was little. It was nice then; but I've grown since then. I've moved on-only, my family hasn't. To them, I'm still their 'little ball of sunshine named Sonny'. "Uncle Jo-e...you're embarrassing me..." Self-conciously, my eyes flickered to Chad to see if he was listening. He was-listening, and smirking. I knew I'd have a hard time with him later on tonight-a night of more teasing, no doubt. I turned back to my uncle, as he was giving us instructions on what to do this summer.

"Okay. So here's how it's going to work: I have jobs for all three of you. I am doing this as a favour for my brother, and also out of the goodness of my heart, of course. So any funny business and you're out. Understood?" He eyed my friends sternly, his tone taking an icy edge. Mostly, though, he focused on Chad-who, at this time, was starting to look a bit scared. I bit my lip to keep from laughing as both Lucy and Chad nodded.

"That's great!" Uncle Joe's stern face disappeared, and he smiled brightly. "Scared you guys a bit there, didn't I? I want you to all have fun here; you can't have happy customers without happy staff!" Uncle Joe likes to make jokes-I actually partly get my sense of humor and happy-go personality from him. He also looks a lot like my dad with thick brown hair that parts sideways-looking more and more like Elvis' hair every time we see him-and brown eyes; he isn't very tall, just your average uncle height.

"Today will be like a trial," he continued, "I will teach you each job so that you can switch jobs every other week. So let's start with the desk; Chad can work on the desk for now." When he saw the disgusted face Chad was making, he added, "Unless you prefer washing?"

"Washing the dishes?"

"Yes...and everything else in the restaurant-from the tables and dishes, to the far corners of the basement. Ever since we renovated the restaurant, I've been doing everything I can to make sure it's in tip-top shape. And, yes, even the basement corners-where spiders may or may not be currently living in. Actually, it might be spiders...might be cockroaches-don't worry-" He added again when he saw Chad's horrified face, "It will most likely be spiders-but I could be wrong."

Chad looked like he was about to throw up-and, if Uncle Joe wasn't standing right in front of the door, he would've been long gone by now, I'm guessing.

Uncle Joe chuckled hysterically; his chubby cheeks flushed pink. "Just kidding. Ha-ha, gosh, you kids don't know how to take a joke."

Chad looked a bit relieved-but only a bit. He turned to glare and point at me when I let out a small giggle. "What about her? What will she be doing?" I could tell he wanted to stick me in the basement with all of those spiders and cockroaches right now.

"Well, I already have three chefs here, so that should be enough. Plus, you are both a bit too young to work in the kitchen. Don't want you burning up my new renovated place, now do I?" It was a rhetorical question, but we shook our heads anyways. "So...you two will be working-"

"In the basement?" Chad interrupted hopefully-I could see the picture in his mind now. Lucy and I; scrubbing furiously at the dirty floors of the basement-at the dirty, cold floors-and then, out of nowhere, AHHH! A spider lands on my hand, and we start screaming and jumping around, knocking everything down, causing us to get in trouble with Uncle Joe, and having to stay there longer to clean it up. Chad chuckled quietly to himself as if this was what he was precisely thinking. Maybe it was.

"No, I'm not that cruel." Uncle Joe smiled amusingly at Chad. "Do you really want my niece to go down there?"

"Can you make it happen?" I glared at the teen star, who was so excited to send me to the basement. He didn't seem to see though.

"I can..." Uncle Joe said slowly, and then glanced sideways at me with an amused look on his face. Then he glanced back at Chad; his eyes flickering back and forth from me to Chad, me to Chad. Then, when they landed back to Chad, he said, "Do you guys not get along very well?"

"Get along?" I spat the word out as if I've never heard of it. I started laughing loudly, and Chad joined in. "Please. Not getting along? Now that's an understatement. We hate each other. If we had an earthquake right now, the ground splitting in half, and I turn back to see Chad flailing his arms wildly, about to fall into the giant pit. I wouldn't just ignore him, in fact; I would run back just to push him myself into the pit. That's how much I hate him."

"Yeah," Chad added, still half laughing to himself at the understatement of the day. "And if I had to choose between getting mauled by a bear-but still live-with its claws stuck in my eyes for the rest of my life, making me blind, and lose all my wondrous beauty, and my beautiful acting career, than kiss Sonny, I would choose the getting mauled one."

"Well, well. Such strong words and thoughts," my uncle remarked; still looking quite amused. "I guess I was wrong then. I thought you guys were...never mind."

"Were what?" I asked, curious.

"Nothing, never mind." Before I could ask him again, Uncle Joe had continued with his tour and changed the subject. "So are you girls alright with working as waitresses-er... that was the job I picked for you two. Is that alright? Or do you want something else?"

"No, no. It's fine," I said quickly, not wanting to get stuck in the basement like Chad had wanted.

"Yes, it's fine. Thank you, Uncle Joe," Lucy agreed, speaking up for the first time we got here.

"Good, good. I'm glad; if there are any problems, you know you can come to me." Uncle Joe smiled, and then paused, looking past us at something-or someone. "Just one last thing. Who is the girl in the corner?" He gestured to a bored-looking Tawni, playing with her phone.

"Oh! I completely forgot." I cupped my hands around my mouth, and shouted, "TAWNI! GET OVER HERE!" causing some of the staff to turn and stare. Chad snorted, but I glared at him. Tawni sighed, and got up from the chair, and started walking lazily towards us.

"Are you going to be here all day?" Uncle Joe asked Tawni as she approached.

"Yeah. I was going to watch them attempt to do some work." She started laughing at her own joke loudly and maniacally-causing even more people to turn and stare.

"Tawni likes to see other people miserable; me especially," I explained to my uncle when he looked at me quizzically at Tawni's strange antics.

"Huh." Chad smirked, staring at me. "Looks like we have something in common, Tawni." Tawni snorted, and gave him a disgusted look before backing away, and playing on her phone again.

"Uh...alright...as long as she's not bothering any-" Uncle Joe didn't get to finish his sentence because Tawni had already returned to her seat, and back into the world of text messaging and online shopping. He shrugged, and turned back to us. "Okay. So, I will need you to start laying out all of the table cloths later, since we're opening tomorrow. Right now, though, I want to introduce you to the staff." Uncle Joe ushered us into the kitchen while pointing out all of the appliances along the way.

Chad's POV

For a whole hour, Joe showed us around the restaurant. The place wasn't even that big-compared to thousands of other restaurants I've eaten at-so I didn't know why everyone seemed to be so awed by it. Sonny asked lots of questions; being genuinely excited to get to work-of course. No one else but her would get excited over work. Especially in the summer.

"So Chad," Joe said, interrupted my rant about having to work in the summer, "When the customers arrive, you will greet them with a smile and ask if they have reservations." He pointed to the front desk near the door. There was a red and black book with a list of names scribbled on it. "If they do, seat them to an empty table-preferably a table where the waiter isn't so busy. So for example, if you seat them here in Sonny's area-" he gestured to a table in the center, "-but Sonny's busy with a bunch of other customers, and you see Lucy isn't that busy, then seat them to Lucy's area over here." He gestured to a table in the corner. "Got it?"

"Got it."

"So both Sonny and I get a section of tables?" Lucy checked; her brows crinkled together to show she's in deep thought trying to process all of this information.

Joe nodded, and smiled faintly. "That's right...this usually messes up friendships when I have best friends working together here."

"How does it mess up our friendship?" Lucy asked, confused.

Joe seemed a bit hesitant to answer, but I guess he figured they needed to know it. "Some people...tip more than others..."

"I still don't get how that would mess up our friendship." Sonny frowned; her bottom lip jutting out slightly in that cute little pout of hers. I mentally slapped myself for thinking anything about this monster was cute.

"Well, er...those people prefer a certain table, and well..." Joe seemed even more hesitant to continue, but he decided again that it might be important, and started talking again after a moment's pause. "The table is in a certain area, right? So, if it's not your area, then are you the one getting the tips? Or is it your friend?"

"The friend," I put in, wanting to be part of the conversation somehow.

"Yes. And then it gets to all kinds of mishap because this person's not getting enough tips, and the friend gets more than him or her, and then it's unfair that he or she always gets more than that person, and he or she says this person's jealous...and blah, blah, blah...their friendship ends."

"Well, that's not going to happen to us," Sonny said cheerfully, linking her arm through Lucy's. "Lucy and I are best friends; we would never fight over such a trivial thing. Right, Lucy?"

"Right." The small girl smiled at Sonny brightly, and gave her a little squeeze.

"So touching," I muttered sarcastically, receiving a glare from Sonny.

Uncle Joe looked back and forth from Lucy to Sonny, and then sighed. "Alright. If you say so. But just remember: the minute I see any kind of drama or whatever, you're both out. Got that? I don't care whether you're my niece or not, Sonny. Out."

"Yes, Uncle Joe."

"Good. Let's move on, then." He started to turn back to the kitchen, but then paused, and whipped around to me. "Oh, and I've seen you in the news and everything. Plus, Sonny's told me a lot about you-not very good things, by the way-and I hate for them to be right. So, please, just be good to the customers, and make them want to come back, alright?"

"Chad Dylan Cooper isn't capable of being polite," Sonny muttered at my side.

I nudged her out of the way gently, and smiled politely to Joe. "That's fine, Joe. I will not only make them want to come back, but I will make sure they will come back-which isn't that hard, since, when they find out I'm working here, there will be thousands of people lining up your front door. I'll bring you even more business than you already have."

"Actually, you'll put us out of business," Sonny said, rolling her eyes. "You won't even be doing anything for fear of getting your already-ugly hair messed up."

"No, I won't. My perfect hair would always stay perfect," I told her. "And I will bring this restaurant gold. People will want to come everyday to see me, and I'll treat them so politely and good-mannered-ly, you'd think I've been doing it for years."

"Please." Sonny scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "You don't even know what the word means."

"Wrong, Sonny, as usual." I smirked. "Polite; or as I like to call it, Chad Dylan Cooper."

"No. Polite; or as I like to call it, anything but Chad Dylan Cooper."

"You're just jealous because you can't be as polite as me. That's why you're making all of these childish remarks." I scoffed at her, knowing how much she hates it when I do that.

And true to my predictions, Sonny's face became red as an apple; all of her angry thoughts written clearly on her face. "You. Are. Not. Polite!"

"Am too," I shot back, sounding like a child myself.

"Are not!"

"Am too."

"Not!"

"Too."

"NOT!"

"Oh, just stop it already! You're disrupting my restaurant!" Joe scolded; the veins in his forehead bulging out. He looked red in the face, and probably wanted to hit one of us right now-probably me, since I doubt he would hit his own niece. Both Sonny and I clamped our mouths shut quickly. "What is wrong with you two? You said you hated each other, but I didn't think it was this bad! You looked like you were ready to kill each other."

Before neither Sonny nor I could respond, the blonde came over from where she was sitting-momentarily putting her phone aside-and flashed us one of her usual smirks. She turned to Sonny's uncle, and waved her hand airily. "Oh, don't worry about them. This is normal for them."

Joe stared at her in disbelief. "This is normal?"

Tawni smirked again, and leaned in to whisper something in Joe's ear. Whatever she said, it made his lips curve up slowly into a smile, and he stared at both me and Sonny with a knowing look. Lucy was trying to hide a smile by covering her lips with her fingers. Sonny and I exchange glances, and raised our eyebrows quizzically. She lifted her shoulders lightly in a shrug, and so did I. It seemed like everybody knew something that me and Sonny didn't.

~ O_O_O~

I thought Joe would only keep us for an hour or so, but by the time we got back to Sonny's house, it was already six p.m. We were all really tired-even if it was just a training day, and introductions. Imagine working on the actual day! We'll all be too pooped to walk. What's worse, I missed the new episode of Mackenzie Falls-it was a really good episode too. This episode had me in every scene. I groaned at the thought that I missed seeing my beautiful self on television for work.

Luckily though, Sonny dropped Tawni off at her house already. I couldn't stand that girl; she just kept watching us with some stupid smile on her face. If she had to spend the night here with us, I would just die.

"So what are we having for dinner?" I asked her, rubbing my stomach exaggeratedly. "I'm starved."

"Yeah," Lucy piped up, "Why didn't we get some food at the restaurant, since, it is a restaurant?"

"That's true," I agreed, turning to Sonny who was having trouble with the lock.

"I don't know how about-" she mused, finally unlocking the door and walking into the house. She stopped suddenly, and I watched as her eyes widened and her body freeze."-RYAN!" Sonny started running towards the living room, completely forgetting to take off her shoes.

I stared after her confusedly. "I don't think Ryan's very edible-" I started, then stopped when I saw the tall, dark-haired boy standing there in the living room with a smirk, as he tried to peel his little sister off him.

"Hello, family," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He gestured to the floor, and I saw a bunch of suitcases and bags were there. "Got room for one more?"

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Now we have some very sad news to tell all you readers. :( Right, Charles? Right :(

You see...many of you who have read my other stories, you know that I'm on hiatus. And I still am, and again, I'm sorry. Now that being said, if I don't have time for my other stories, it's likely that I won't have time for this story either. And I hate for Charley to do this story by herself, and plus I have fun writing it with her. Sooo....Charley? You say it. I've broken their hearts enough (lol, so conceited. Chad's gotten to my head).

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