Married to Him?! [Greyson Chance]

Chapter LVII - What happens in Walmart, stays in Walmart

Chapter 57

I stood there at the book aisle, skimming the contents of My Dear Dumb Diary. After all, I need to laugh so that the negative emotions I'm feeling right now might magically poof away.  But I can't bring myself to. Only bitter chuckles seems to escape my mouth. It's as if every funny/weird thing that I read on it just makes me yawn. 

Don't get me wrong. I love that book. Especially that main character who's got the same name as I am (Jamie Kelly). I usually laugh till I drop when I read the first book but now....

Gosh. What's happening to me?

I gently hit my head against the book stand and shut my eyes. 

Am I really that bothered on what he said? I mean, why on earth would he bring up a topic that is best not to talk about? Why now that I moved on? Why does he make me feel nervous even at my worst times? Why does he care too much about my personal life? Why does he still have this indescribable effect on me? 

Why am I thinking about him?

Jamie Miller, paging Jamie Miller. You are needed at the electronics section. I repeat, you are needed at the electronics section. Over and out.

Now he needs to see me? Is it about that talk again? No thank you. Even though I convinced myself to ignore his order and just sit down on the cold floor while reading a book, I surprisingly found myself walking down the electronics section. 

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Is he playing a prank on me? 

Why on earth would he tell me to come here at the electronics section if he's no where to be found? I bet he's hiding somewhere behind that big tv ready to throw a hockey puck at my head like he did to me when we're....still.....marr--

Hold it! 

Not gonna go down memory lane. There should be a warning and no entry sign on that road. Nope. Not gonna remember or else I might go crazy. I might end up at the mental institute like Jennifer Garner's stalker. Brr...

I'm lying alone with my head on the phone. 

Thinking of you  till it hurts. 

I know you're hurt too but what else can we do?

Tormented and torn apart.

I wish I could carry your smile in my heart.

For times when my life seems so low.

It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring.

When today doesn't really know, doesn't really know.

There he was, standing a few feet away from me holding a mic.  He's got this usual expression whenever he sings with his hand reaching out to me. It's kind of corny. But I got to admit, his antics made me smile. Or half-smiled, that is. 

I'm all out of love.

I'm so lost without you.

I know you were right, believing for so long.

I'm all out of love.

What am I without you.

I can't be too late to say that  I was so wrong. 

Greyson stopped mid-way and smirked. I raised an eyebrow in response. "You called me out here because you needed an audience at your mini-concert?"