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

Chapter 22

Authors Note Thingy:

Helllloooo!

OH MY GERD IM SO HAPPY I FINALLY FOUND OUT HOW TO RE ORDER THE CHAPTERS!

Now this story is actually in the correct order!

And to celebrate, I decided to update.

Also cuz it's my daddy's birthday tomorrow!

He's turning 51. Daaammmnnnnnn. He's old.

Anyways thanks for the 1.8K reads and 63 votes! :)

Hey. Hey. Hey you. Yeah. You with the face. Wanna get it up to 2K reads and 65 votes before the next chapter?😏

Yeah.

I totally procrastinated on the pre writing.

Now after this I have like a chapters worth of stuff.

And to warn you this is going to be a long book, although when I started writing I expected it to be like 35 chapters or something.

Ehhhhhh. Why would you care?

Btw I changed my username :)

Anyways dedicated to my daddy of course! I got him a IPhone 4S case that looks like a calculator since he lost his last case.

On with the crapter!

😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

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***** le time skip only like a 2 hour one******

"Greyson!" I call out, entering the threshold, badly needing a hug.

I'm such a terrible person...

"I'm in le kitchen!" he yells back, using 'my' word instead of the word 'the'.

"Greyson...," I call out for no reason, striding to the kitchen and seeing Greyson in his 'The Beatles' shirt and black jeans.

"I'm makin' pumpkin bread!" he announces in a song song voice. A small smile prods on my lips, pumpkin bread being a favorite of mine. "Now crack le eggs," he says, handing 3 to me.

I easily crack them all and put them into the mix, leaving him somewhat wide eyed. "What?" I question, shoving my hands under the runny tap to get the excess liquidy stuff if the egg of them.

"You just perfectly cracked 3 eggs in a row without even trying! That should be considered a superpower!" he exclaims, looking at me like I'm Wonder Woman or something.

"I believe the technical term is 'skill'," I reply smugly at my 'superpower', "Or I'm just plain awesome," I continue, shrugging my shoulders a bit.

"Maybe both...," he trails off, keeping his eyes on the spoon he's using to stir the mix.

"Why thank you!" I say back in a slightly sarcastic tone of voice although I'm being completely serious.

He doesn't say anything back, just keeps stirring the batter,the orangeness being mixed. "You're stirring wrong," I tell him, walking next to him and gently taking the spoon from his grasp.

"You gotta do it like this," I tell him, gesturing to how I'm doing it, scraping the edges of the bowl to get those contents into the mix too.

When he's not looking I stick a finger in the bowl and then take it out, my finger coated in a big glob of the mix. Then I calmly and oh so discreetly wipe it on his nose.

His eyes grow wide when he realizes what I've done.

I'm so dead.

**Greyson's POV.**