Your Song! (A Greyson Chance Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

"Spencer? Are you ready to go?" Amy asked. I watched her as she put her coat on and headed towards the door.

"I guess." I said.

"It will be alright." She said.

She placed her hand on my shoulder and together we left her house. We walked over to her truck, Amy went to the drivers side and hopped in, and I opened the passenger door but before I went in, I walked back over to the porch and grabbed our skateboards and put them in the back of her truck then I went back inside and put on my seat belt. She then left her driveway. By the time we got to the cemetery there was no place to park, the whole place was covered in cars, I was really surprised.

"I didn't know, Peter knew all these people." Said Amy

"Me either." I replied, really softy I wondered if she had heard me.

When we finally found a place to park, we walked over to where everyone was standing, they were all looking at Amy and me. But mostly at me. Before I knew it, the service had started, and everyone, started to crowd around, the grave and the pastor. He then began to speak. After a while I just couldn't take anymore... I just couldn't. Why should I be here he didn't care about me! Sometimes he didn't even know that I existed.

I decided to leave. I walked away from the crowd of people wiping my tears that started coming down, durning the middle of the service, as I walked back towards Amy's truck, I grabbed my skateboard that I left put in the back. I turned around and saw everyone looking at me. Some people were sad, some were shocked, and some were literally in tears, but I couldn't care less.

"Spencer! Spencer!" my best friend Amy yelled my name "Its okay! Where are you going?"

It wasn't okay, things were far from okay! I grab my skateboard and started running towards the sidewalk. I looked back and I saw Amy chasing after me but as soon as my feet hit the sidewalk I jumped on my skateboard and skated as fast as I could, past the crowd of people, past their vehicles, and out to the street. When I turned around I saw Amy standing on the sidewalk with tears in her eyes. I couldn't look at her crying. We have been best friends since the first grade and when ever I see her cry I cry and vise versa. I turned back around and focused back on the where I was going because I didn't want her to see me cry too. I decided to go home since it was the only place I could go.

<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>

I loved skateboarding it was my favorite pastime I loved the wind blowing in my hair, and the sounds of cars as they drove across the street and the sounds of people walking and random birds flying around. Skateboarding gave me a lot of time to think. I remembered when I first got my skateboard it was Christmas when I was thirteen a gift from my father. I was shocked when he gave me a gift, I kept on telling my father how much I wanted one. But he would never buy me one. My father wasn't the gift giving types or any type for that matter. When I opened it I was so happy I ran and gave my father a hug something I rarley do since he is always in a grumpy mood. Then I ran outside to the sidewalk and skated for hours until my father yelled at me to go to bed or else, that was the best day I ever had. It was the first and only gift I recevied from my father.

<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>

As soon as I arrived to my house I grabbed the spare key under the mat (I know so obvious) opened my door and dropped my skateboard on the kitchen floor and ran downstairs to my bed room. I opened my door and quickly removed my black dress and tossed it to the corner of my room, and put on a plan grey t-shirt, blue jeans, and my pair of black converses, then opened my closet and grabbed my photo Album that I left hidden, in the top of my closer. I opened it, and started looking through all the photographs, as I flipping through the pages, I noticed a photo of my mother and I when I was three, I took it out of the album. It was when we were on the playground not far from my house, I was on the swing set and my mother was behind me pushing me we looked so happy.

(Flashback)

"Higher Mommy! Higher!" I shouted.

"I am Spency, I am!" my mother yelled back.

"Look this way guys." my father said to us as he was holding a camera.

I smiled as big as I could until I saw the flash, then my mother pushed me again harder than before.

"I love you mommy!" I shouted as loud as I could. Then my mom pushed me again and I lifted my feet so it looked like they were touching the clouds and I could hear her say

"I love you too"

(End of Flashback)

Why couldn't my life be like the one in the photo me smiling, having the time of my life and never wanting it to stop. Now it feels like someone stabbed me with a knife, shot me in the chest, and that I was never going to heal. I laid on the floor and cried for what felt like a entire year. Actually it was like 2 hours. Then I was woken up by a knock on my bedroom door. It was Amy.

"Hey, Spence." She said. "What you doing on the floor?"

"Smelling it." I said sarcastically.

"Can I smell it with you?" Amy asked.

"Knock yourself out." I said.

Amy walked over to where I was sitting and sat down besides me. I laid my head down on her shoulder. She moved her hand around the carpet. I guess she was feeling it. Then she stopped on a huge stain by the bed and looked at it and started laughing silently.

"Do you remember that night?" She asked.

"Ya." I whispered. We were 10 and we thought it would be fun to put mentos in a huge 2 litre bottle of coke lets just say we were pretty stupid back then.

"That was a fun night." She said.

"Ya. Until we woke my dad up and he yelled at us."

"Oh, ya." Whispered Amy.

After like 10 minutes of silence Amy spoke.

"Hey, we should get back to my place. My moms making supper. Taco Tuesday... Your favourite." She said. And she stood up and grabbed my hand and helped me up.

"Umm.. Amy, news flash that's your favourite." I replied.

"Oh ya that's true... Well I'm hungry so let's go." She said.

"Your always hungry." I said.

"And that's true too."

I laughed. She started walking up the stairs. I was just about to leave when I saw the photo laying on the floor. I shut the photo album and put it back in my closet I then folded the photo of my mom and I and placed it in the pocket of my jeans.

"Hurry up slow poke the tacos are waiting and my stomachs growling."

"I'm coming." I yelled. I shut my door grabbed my skateboard and headed towards Amy truck.