Original Love: A Greyson Chance Fan-fiction

Chapter 1: Who Knows

Hi everyone! :D this is my new fanfic... I don't know, I like Greyson Chance more than Ross lynch. Just a little more. So I thought I'd write a fanfic about him!!! Sorry in advance if it sucks. All of the character Kairi's POV's will be written by my friend, @Kinbarin_Joi_R5. She'll also be editing all of the chapters, so there should be less of a chance of typos and whatnot. But still, cut us some slack. I'm working from a demented iPod and/or my old iPhone at like midnight every time I write. So again, I apologize if this STINKS!!!!!!!!!! But it will get better (I hope)!!!!!

Chapter 1: Who Knows

I twisted my hands together and attempted to put a fancy clip in my hair, but failed miserably. I let out a sigh and pushed on a duck-tape bow instead. My mom would most likely make me take it off before we went to the wedding, but whatever.

I ran my brush through my now silky-looking dark brown hair for the fortieth time in the past half hour as I wondered who would be at the wedding. I moved closer to my mirror and examined my purple-ish-pink tips.

"Nevaeh!!" my mom shouted from the other end of the house.

"Yes?!" I shouted back, not bothering to move.

"I can't hear you!" she shouted.

I growled and stood up, casting my phone a wistful glance. "I wonder if I'm allowed to bring my phone to the wedding," I thought, frowning. Probably not.

I ran to my mom's room and found my little eight year old brother, Nalu, jumping around the room chasing my dog.

"Yeah mom?" I asked, walking into her bathroom.

Her eyelids fluttered as she attempted to apply mascara by looking at her reflection in her mirror.

"Are you ready?" she asked, not even giving me a sideways glance and barely moving a muscle in her face.

"Yep." she looked at me, and I spun around for a dramatic effect.

I didn't know what my dress did when I twirled, but apparently it was satisfying enough for my mom.

"You ham!" she laughed, turning back to her mirror. "You look nice."

Nalu rolled in, his hair parted down the side and a tie around his neck. "I finally get to wear my tuxedo!" He stood up.

I laughed.

"So strange," I thought.

My dad walked in, his gray hair combed back, making him look... What would be a nice word? Weird? Awkward? Abnormal? Ugly?

My dad noticed the face I was making at his hair. "What, you don't like it?" He patted his hair self consciously.

"Um..." I ran my fingers through my hair, catching my bow in my fingers and accidentally pulling it out with a painful jerk. I quickly slid the bow back into my hair.

My brother started one of his random question sprees, where he talked nonstop usually for 10-50 minutes, asking random questions about everything, asking my mom and dad different questions in turn.

I breathed, being glad that I didn't have to answer my dad's question.

"Let's go!" my mom stood up quickly.

My dad clasped his hands together, and my brother ran out the room, his cheeks jiggling with each step. His brown hair was still pasted to the sides of his head.

I ran away to let my dog out, then ran into my room and grabbed my iPod, iPhone, a book, and a pair of earphones; all of the necessities of life.

I shoved everything into my Justin Bieber duck-tape bag, and walked calmly out of my room to the garage, where my family was impatiently waiting for me, already in the car.