You're Different (a Greyson Chance and Cody Simpson Fanfiction)

Chapter 21

AUTHORS NOTE THINGY:

Hello.

This is like the shortest time I've ever waited to update. Like 4 days.

Yurp.

So um dedicated to @EstefaniNoelyValdez (I think I spelled that right idk too lazy to check again)

She asked me to update.

And

WARNING: YOU WILL MOST DEFINITELY HATE ME AFTER THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE

1. IT'S SHORT

2. IT'S STUPID

3. REASONS THAT SHALL BE OBVIOUS AFTER READING

SO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!?!?

Readdddddd

ON WITH THE CRAPTER!

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******* le early time next day********

***Jess' POV.***

I smiled, looking down as Cody's fingers move across the keys expertly. Meaning really really fast.

"What song do ya wanna learn?" he asks, accent shining clearly through his morning voice. I persuaded (forced) him to come with me to the venue early, meaning 7 am, because he's busy the whole day after noon. And Grey has his own plans anyways....

"'She Will Be Loved'" by Maroon 5," I answered quickly, already knowing I'd want to learn it first. I guess I'm a bit repetitive in this case, as I learned the song on guitar as my first song too, but whatever.

"Okay," he answered, taking my hand and laying my fingers over certain keys before taking out sheet music.

"You had the sheets ready?" I inquired, a small, playful smirk beginning to play on my lips

Blushing the slighted bit he nodded, "You learned it first on guitar so I figured...," he trailed off, placing the sheets carefully on it's holder and scratching the back of his head, rustling his light blonde hair.

"You remembered...," I state, happily, as I start adjusting my fingers on my other hand so I can try.

"I remember every thing you tell me," he muttered, staring down at his hands, which rest on his lap, twiddling his thumbs.

"My birthday?" I ask, deciding to test him.

"May 26," he answers quickly. Hmm...

"Favorite color?" I ask, starting to play the notes.

"Green,"

"Favorite number?"

"11, and after that 853,"

"And why do I like those numbers?"

"11 because at 11:11 you always make a wish. 853 because 8- 5= 3 and you're a rare kid that likes math,"

"Favorite subject?"

"Academic or not?

"Both,"

"History and art,"

"Favorite charity?"

"'Make A Wish Foundation'"

"Okay...," I start, as I stop playing in the middle of the song. "How the hell do you know that? I never told you my favorite charity and you actually knew it,"

"Greyson talked about you for hours when we first went on tour together," he replied, "Never shut up about you. Any reference to you he could make, he made. I know way more about you than you've told me,"