You're My Missing Melody - A Greyson Chance Love Story

Chapter 3: My Neighbor is Who?

Melody's POV:

LA was very beautiful. The sun shone all around, the cool breeze flew through my wavy brown hair. Looking out the car window, I watched as all the trees fly by.

I've only been here for about an hour. My aunt picked me up at the airport. I haven't seen Greyson since the plane ride. As we got off the plane, we drifted apart, going our separate ways, probably never seeing each other again.

It was a hard thing to believe, I just met my idol, and somehow, I'm managing to remain calm and not go all crazy psycho. Our encounter was a very different way then I ever imagined it. I always thought it would be like some meet-and-greet thing. On an airplane? Never. When does that happen? Rarely.

I never thought it would happen to a girl like me. I'm not special. I go to school, I live my life. Why did it happen? I'll never know. All I know is that I'll never see him again. No matter how much I wish I can.

Finally, the car stopped. I guess we were here. Opening the door, I looked towards the apartment complex. Yes, my aunt lives in an apartment. She was letting me live in the guest room. The building was a paste white color, with big doors that made it look like a grand palace. It looked like any ordinary complex, as far as I have seen.

My aunt (Her name is Sally) got out of the car. Popping open the trunk of the car to get my bags, she looked over at me.

"You excited about living in LA?" She asked.

I smiled. "Of course. I'm looking forward to seeing everything around the place."

"You've lived in Maryland for all your life, you've never really seen anywhere.. big, have you?" She asked me. I nodded, grabbing 3 of my bags and lugging them towards the building. Sally trotted behind me, carrying my last one.

After getting the door open, and lugging all my stuff up the stairs to Sally's apartment, we brought all my stuff in. The place wasn't that bad looking. The walls were a mint green, plush carpeting. A pretty decent sized television sat in the corner (I was never good at telling the size of it). Another thing I noticed, is that she has a lot of paintings and portraits hanging on the walls. Honestly, it really brought out my aunts personality. She used to live with my family and I when I was about 6. One of the only things I really remember about her, was that she always locked herself in her room, playing any type of music you could dream, and just letting her imagination wonder, painting all types of things. Sometimes, she would give me one of her paintings. Sally was a very talented artist.

We dragged all my stuff to the guest bedroom. It was pretty decent sized. A queen sized bed, the walls were painted a baby blue, with white splatter spots on the wall. In black letters, different phrases were painted onto the walls, such as "Dream Louder", "Music Comes From The Soul", and other things such like that. A desk sat in another corner. I would use that for my laptop. Everything else that was accessible for a bedroom was there too. Dresser, nightstand, etc.

Sally told me I could start unpacking if I would like. Then, she went off to God knows where. Picking up one of my smaller bags, I rummaged through all the items in it. Finally, I pulled out what I was looking for. My "Hold On 'Til The Night" CD. I smiled. I was very protective of this CD. I got it the day it came out at 11:30 in the morning. No scratches, no nothing (A/N: That is seriously a true story. xD) Popping the CD in the DVD player, I let "Waiting Outside The Lines" fill the room as I began to put my clothes away.

Three replays of the CD and 2 hours later, I was finally done. I was pretty proud of it. I even brought my posters from home to add finishing touches.

I strolled into the kitchen to find my aunt has baked cookies. As I ate one, Sally appeared from the living room.

"I have an idea," She stated, snatching a cookie herself from the pile on the table.

"What would that be?" I asked, my mouth full. I was never one for manners. I was always the tomboy.

"The neighbors and I are really good friends. They have a son about your age. The whole family invited us to go out to dinner tonight."

"You mean people are giving us food?" I jumped up. "LET'S GO!"

Sally laughed at my eagerness to go. "Let my at least change my outfit first, Melody,"

I nodded as she left for her room. I ran towards my room. I jammed "Cheyenne" as I got ready.

'Am I a fool for, fool for, falling for you girl? Please don't break my heart, Cheyenne!' I sang along. His voice was just so powerful, so alive, so perfect.

After changing into some jean shorts and one of my Greyson Chance shirts, I tied up my All-Star high top Converse and went to the living room to find Sally. There she sat, wearing a white dress that went to her knees and some matching flip-flops. Her blonde hair was thrown back in a braid. She was very pretty for age. Sally was only around the age of 26.

After grabbing her purse, Sally and I made our way out the door. Since it was next door... well you can kind of figure it out. We knocked, and soon a tall, tanned, brown haired teenager answered the door. He smiled.

"Oh, hey Sally," he smiled. He turned his attention to me. "You must be Melody; Sally told us you were coming."

"Nice to meet you," I said with a shy smile. I was never really fond of meeting people. Being a shy person and such.

Next, a brown haired, older lady came to the door. She looked at the boy. "Tanner, will you please go and see if the others are ready?"

Tanner nodded and walked off. The lady gave Sally a hug and smiled.

"Sally! How have you been?"

"Hello, Lisa. I've been good," My aunt turned her attention to me. "This is Melody, my niece,"

After the introduction, Lisa led us to the living room. There, sat a white haired, older man. I'm guessing he was Lisa's husband. Tanner sat on the couch with a teenage girl with blonde hair.

"Melody, this is Scott, my husband," Lisa said, looking over at the older man. Scott smiled at me and Sally.

"This is my son, Tanner, and my daughter, Alexa," Lisa said, glancing at the couch with the two teenagers.

"Wait, someone's missing," Scott said. He started to get up, but Tanner beat him to it.

"I got it," Tanner walked over to the hallway where I'm guessing the bedrooms were.

"GREYSON, GET YOUR SKINNY BUTT OUT HERE!" Tanner yelled. Alexa began to laugh as Tanner made his way back to where he was sitting.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, calm down!" A voice yelled. Then, out stepped a younger boy. He was about my age, with brown hair, wearing skinny jeans and a Beatles t-shirt.

He looked at me. "Melody?"

Oh my God, it really was him. "Greyson?"