This is another AU that I've been wanting to write for ages but haven't had the chance to get started. But, it's the summer holidays now, and I'll be at home, so I thought…I'll start this. It's in a kind of flashback-ish form, only showing snippets of events. Enjoy!

I May Just Be Crazy About You

Chapter 1 – Bikes & Kiss-Ups

"MOVE ASIDE, BEFORE I SHOOT YOU ALL!" A bank robber yells, with bags of money in one hand and a gun in the other. Everyone stands to the side, watching. None of them want to be involved, but they all know that the drama in the town is interesting enough for everyone to want to know what's going on!

"MOVE!" Another very familiar voice yells. "MOVE IT!" The people all turn to face the direction the voice is coming from, and scatter away quickly. It's Chad, on a bike. Who's Chad, you ask?

Well, Chad Dylan Cooper is the troublemaker of this small town. Everyone in the town knows each other, and Chad is very well known for his selfishness, idiocy, and troublemaking. Wherever he goes, something crazy is bound to happen, no matter how hard anybody tries to stop it!

"MOVE!" He yells again. The robber is frozen in his place, and his shirt gets caught in the handlebars of the bike. The bike, along with Chad yelling, goes zooming down the street, with the robber trying to keep up and free himself from the handlebar. Everyone runs after the bike, knowing something mad is going to happen, as it does every time Chad causes some trouble. They drive straight through a little balloon stand, and the bike comes back out, with balloons stuck to it now. Some people can't help but laugh; the situation may be serious, but they find it absolutely hilarious.

Suddenly, everybody stops. They've reached the dead end, where the road stops and the river starts. Chad, the bike, and the robber, all go flying straight into the river.

"Oh, no!" Chad's friend, Skyler, yells, watching along with everyone else. "Is he okay?"

By now, the whole town is standing outside, watching all of this unfold as it does: the police, the shopkeepers, and all of the random other residents.

"Hey guys! I'm good!" Chad yells, slowly rising from the water with a frog on his head. People wonder how he's doing that, and a few people laugh again, resulting in people nearby to give them weird looks. And now they know how Chad's doing what he's doing. He's sitting on the pained-looking bank robber's back.

"Chad!" His friends run to the riverbank, followed by the rest of the people that were watching.

"Woah! You should win an award for foiling the bank robber's plans!" Another of Chad's friends, James, says. The rest of his friends agree, helping him up. The police help the bank robber up, and handcuff him, leading him away. He gives Chad one last angry look. Chad just sticks his tongue out at him, grinning.

"That was great!" Another of his friends says, and they lift him up, cheering.

"Shut up, you idiots!" Chad yells, hitting one of the guys on the head. "Hey, you, baldy!" He yells, pointing to the scared-looking owner of the bicycle shop.

"Y-yes?" The owner says, looking afraid.

"You gave me a bike without brakes again! It's a good thing that man was there," He points to the growling robber that is now glowering at him, "So I crashed into him! I could've had a really bad accident!"

"Hey, he didn't stop the thief with his bravery! He just had a bike with no brakes! Put him down!" Some random shopkeeper yells from behind. Well, that's just classic Chad for you. They all throw him down to the ground, and clear away before something else happens.

Chad's POV

My friends and I are just talking about yesterday's bicycle incident, sitting at this weird youth club place, when my phone rings. "Hello?"

"Chad, sir, we need your help." A voice says from the other end.

"You want me to help you? Okay, no messing around. Before I do anything for you, I'm gonna need $499 from you." I say. Yeah, $499. I need it to get myself a decent collection of hair products – I love my hair. And mostly to pay for all the damage I've done everywhere in this town – the townspeople are literally trying to cut me up for the money. The anonymous caller disconnects the call, and I hear a familiar voice from behind me.

"Hello, idiots!" Mr Condor, the owner of the place, yells from behind me.

"Is that who I think it is?" I ask James, Skyler, Daniel, and Jake. They all nod, and I turn to face the mean guy.

"Ugh, it's a good thing I found all of you here, together! Get out of this youth club – you're all almost 20! You're scaring the teenagers away!" Mr Condor yells.

"Hey, hey, hey! That's just because the teens of the town respect us!" I say, defending my hangout place. If I'm not here, I'm pretty much nowhere.

"What respect?" He asks.

"We're good people. We do good things!" I say, putting on an act of innocence.

"What good things?" He asks, clearly not amused. I'm gonna try to keep this up, though; I don't want to be thrown out.

"Well, we, uh…protect the teens! And help the odd, misguided weirdoes like them!" I say, pointing at Daniel and James. They grin like idiots.

"Shut up!" Mr Condor yells. We all exchange worried looks, and he continues. "I've been receiving complaint after complaint from the teens' parents about you boys! Now your idiot meetings aren't going to take place here!"

"But, sir!" We all protest.

"NO!" He yells, and we all shut up. Time for some serious acting.

"Okay, this is his place; he'll decide who's right. Sir." I say, stepping next to him. "Sir, you're great. You're superior. You're…justice. You're wise. In fact, I say you're the king! So now, you decide. Who's work is good, and who's is bad: yours, or ours!" I'm going over the top, trying to kiss up to this guy. I just don't want to be kicked out – it's not like I haven't been kicked out of enough things already.

"What do you mean?" Mr Condor asks.

"Well, look. We just wanna chill here. You wanna kick us out, and if you do that, we'll just be sitting on the streets bugging all the girls in the town. So now whose work is good, and whose is bad?" I say. No biggie, I can act awesomely.

"Oh, fine!" He yells, storming away.

"And that's how you do that." I say to my friends, hi-fiving each of them.

Sorry there was no Sonny in there…she'll arrive soon enough. :D