Original Love: A Greyson Chance Fan-fiction

Chapter 8: Stuck On You

Chapter 8

stuck On You

~~Nevaeh~~

I looked at my reflection critically in the mirror. I was dressed in a pair of extremely short dark blue jean shorts, with a Long grey cropped top, that was actually long enough that I didn't have to wear a tank top underneath, which was nice. It also covered my stomach, that I hated so much. I fiddled with my R5 pick necklace that I had somehow managed to convince the wardrobe people to let me wear, chewing on the end nervously.

"Nevaeh?" Greyson popped his head in.

"Good job knocking," I laughed.

"Sorry," he blushed, looking me up and down. "You look nice." His eyes fixed on my feet, making me nervously look down to see if something was wrong.

"You aren't wearing shoes," he laughed.

"No... The floor is carpeted. Why would I wear shoes?"

"Because the carpet's dirty?"

I made a face. "Never thought of that..." I slid on a pair of long striped socks that had "I <3 JB" written across the side. They were like 2 years old, but I loved them.

"JB? Justin bieber?" Greyson smirked.

"Of course. Husband number 4," I scoffed.

"Number 4?" Greyson raised an eyebrow.

"I need to organize all of them.." I muttered.

"You're strange sometimes," he laughed.

I smiled nervously at him as he shoved his hands deep in his jean pockets. "I get that a lot."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door as a blonde girl pushed her way in. "Hi! I'm Lulu," she grinned widely at Greyson, then gave me the biggest smile ever. "I'm the new makeup girl."

"Nice to meet you," Greyson shook her hand. "I think I have to go finish getting ready myself. See you on set!" He waved, walking out of the room.

"So.... I'm Nevaeh," I smiled awkwardly at Lulu.

"Oh I know!! I'm friends Alison, and I've heard all about you!!" She said happily, motioning for me to sit in a chair as she pulled out a pallet of different eye shadow colors.

"How do you know Alison?" I asked as she covered my face in foundation.

"She's like, my best friend!!" Lulu laughed. "When she told me she was going to be in Greyson Chance's music video, I immediately set out to get hired for SOMETHING that had to do with this video, so I could see her!!! And meet you, obviously! Still writing?"

I blushed. "Yeah, still writing stories. But I still haven't managed to actually complete a whole story yet."

We talked the whole time she was doing my makeup, which took a pretty long time since I kept blinking or scratching my eye and smearing the makeup.

But once she was done, I must admit, I looked amazing (well, as amazing as a potato can look); Lulu really knew what she was doing!

Suddenly Greyson walked lazily into my dressing room again, his eyes glued to his iPhone. "We need you on set," he mumbled, chewing on his bullet necklace. Suddenly he looked up at me, his jaw dropping slightly.

I raised an eyebrow, adjusting my shorts.

"You look great," he said, staring at my eyes.

I blushed, grabbing my phone. "Yeah right."