Roses For Chad | A Chad Alan fanfiction

Chapter 1 | First Kiss

I smack my alarm as it starts screaming at me and I rush to put on my pink, floral dress and white high heels. Today I meet my tinder date! I do my makeup;eyeliner, eyelashes, some purple eyeshadow, and some red lipstick. I slept in 'till nine thirty, and my date is at ten thirty, so I hope he is fine with waiting. I then start watching some YouTube;Dollastic's going official video. I seriously cannot believe how cute Lastic and Ryan are! I know this is sort of random, but I'm turning thirty next month, I'm about as old as Lastic. I hear a knock on the door, and I rush to open it. "Hi." I say. He smiles. "Hello, are you Savannah Hudson?" He asks. I nod. "Than, you must be Chad Alan." He nods as well. "Shall we get going?" He asks, quite lively. "Yeah." I sigh. We get in the car, and he is driving. I'm in the passenger seat. "Tell me about yourself." Chad says. "Well, my great-grandmother migrated from Australia and my great-grandfather is originally from Topeka, Kansas." Chad nods. "My mother and father met when they were in highschool, as they had Algebra together. My father was so nervous to ask my mother out, because he was a geek growing up. My mother had always been the popular girl in school, so when everybody found out my mother was dating my father they had been left in shock. My grandparents.." I sniffle. "They were murdered on vacation because of their catholic believes." Chad shakes his head. "My parents got married in the sunny summer. Seven years later, my mother conceived my older brother, Harrison Hudson. He was three by the time I was conceived, so he's turning thirty three in four months. He's married to Melissa Jordan, and he has three children;Emma, Cameron, and Amy. Emma is six, Cameron is four, and Amy is one. I've had an abusive relationship back in high school, and I haven't had a boyfriend in a couple years." I say and sigh. By the time I finish, we're there. Chad is embracing me, making me feel better. As soon as I know it, he's kissing me. How could I not? I kiss him back and put my arms around his chest. It lasts for a minute, then we pull back. I giggle. We go into the restaraunt, and we order. I got an omelet, and Chad got a ham sandwich. I thought he would get something more romantic, but he wants what he wants. We gobble down our meals, and he pays the bills. We get in his car and he drops me off at my house. I can't help but think about Chad. He's been all I've wanted since I started looking. He's funny, yet childish at sometimes, he's friendly, yet jokingly mean sometimes, handsome, yet acts like a boy, and best of all;he's supportive of what I do. I have a YouTube channel with three hundred thousand subs, and I can't believe how much I would gain if Chad and I started dating, and I revealed it onto YouTube. My brother also has a YouTube channel, but he doesn't have many subscribers. He dated Dollastic, otherwise known as Janet, in high school. He wasn't old enough yet to understand what love was like, what it felt like, and he and Janet barely ever talked. I shake my head and head inside my house. My little, tiny house. It does have an upstairs, though. I've never had enough energy to go house shopping. I do have about twenty two thousand dollars, though. I giggle as my puppy, Angelica, comes running over to me. She's a little chihuahua. Everytime my nieces and nephews are over to my house, they think Angelica is a big dog. Emma is the only one that knows it's a tiny dog, as she is very tall for her age. I always chuckle whenever Emma or Cameron is talking to me, and they ask for a little cousin. I always reply with, 'Babies are magical things, besides you need a lover, which I don't have.' My mother is sixty seven and three months. My father is sixty nine and one month. They have been trying to hook me up with a man. He's a prince, and I just don't quite get it. We actually were dating for a couple months, and he proposed to me. It took the Internet to shock, as I rejected him. He thought it was true love, but for me it was nothing. I know I could've got fame, I know I could've got fortune. But what could I tell the children when they walked in on us fighting? What would've happened when the children found out we were divorced? I just couldn't. I pick up Angelica and pet her. Then I get a phone call from my mother. I sigh and pick up. "Hey, mom." I say and sigh. "Hey, Savannah! So how did your date go?" I chuckle. "Good. I had my first kiss with him!" My mom chuckles. "Good, good. What is he like?" We talk for another hour before I hang up. My mother is really my chat support, which is pretty sad.