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

Chapter 5: Best Friends?

(This chapter is dedicated to my friend Sandra because she posts on my Facebook wall everyday that she wants to kill me for not updating... so, here!)

So, last night turned out to be really fun. We all sat around the table, laughing and telling stories, even Kendra told the Chance's some stories about when I fangirled over Greyson, which made me kick her under the table, and Greyson just laughed. My cheeks never seemed to turn back to their normal color. But, all in all, I had fun.

But, I didn't go to bed last night until like four in the morning...damn internet... and when I was trying to get a few more hours of sleep..

"MELODY, YOU HAVE A VISITOR!" Kendra shouted, as she was banging on my door.

Who wants to come visit me? I hardly know anyone here. Plus, it was 11 in the freakin' morning.

Groaning, I rolled out of bed, fixed my hair a little, and walked to the door. Rubbing my eyes, I opened it.

Greyson was on the other side, smiling at me. "Well, aren't you just a ball of sunshine?"

My eyes open, all traces of wanting to sleep melting away. "Greyson? What are you doing here?"

I invited him in, and he walked over to my bed, obviously ignoring the fact it looked like someone had a wresting match on it, and sat down. "Well, I have a few more days off from recording, and I had a fun time last night; so I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out today?"

My lips formed into a smile. "Sure,"

That was the moment I realized I was in my pajamas.

I blushed a little, and looked down. "Sorry, I kind of just woke up,"

"You look beautiful,"

I looked up. He was so sweet. "Thanks,"

Eventually, I grabbed some jean shorts, one of my Blink-182 shirts, and my Converse, and went into the bathroom to get dressed. walked out, and saw Greyson smile at me.

"You still look beautiful,"

I blushed a little again, I seriously need to stop doing that, and thanked him. Since it was past 11:30, I knew Kendra left for work. So, Greyson and I headed out.

"You know, you're such a flirt," I told Greyson, taking a sip of my lemonade. We were at some diner, because it was hot out, and I did not want to be dehydrated.

"Now, how am I a flirt?" Greyson asked, with a smirk on his face.

"Calling me beautiful, holding my hand the whole time we've been out."

Greyson threw his hands up. "I'm just speaking the truth! And I like holding your hand, you have a problem with that,"

"No, but what if I did?"

"I'm Greyson freakin' Chance, I do as I please!"

Then we cracked up laughing, which caused half the people in the diner to give us weird looks. But, I really didn't care what people thought of me. I was weird, and better yet, I was with Greyson freakin' Chance.

"So, tell me Greyson," I broke in, glancing up at him from my cup. He looked at me with those delicious brown eyes...

"Yes, Melody?" He said, that smirk still planted on his face.

"Does this make us like best friends now?"

He smiled.

"Only if you want to be, my dear,"

"Why are you talking all proper?"

"Would you rather me talk like some ghetto from the street?"

I looked at him with a funny look for a few seconds, before I just started laughing. He eventually joined in the laughter too.

When the laughter finally died down between us, he looked at me with a serious face. That same breath-taking smile on his face. "So, best friends?"

"Best friends," I said, smiling back at him. His eyes shined, making his eyes have that glossy look, making them more irresistible. Wait, what the hell am I saying? I've only known him for a few days! I can't be falling for him... no. I'm not falling for Greyson Chance...

....This was going to be hard.

The sun seemed to be setting, or, from what I could see out of the corner of my eye. I wasn't honestly paying that much attention. Greyson was keeping me entertained with his silly stories from touring and all the weird things he did with Cody and his sister on the "Waiting 4 U" Tour. I still wish I was able to have gone to at least one of those concerts. But, the past is the past. I mean, now I'm best friends with one of the leading acts (My favorite leading act, may I add).

This summer was going better than I had intended it to be. I figured I was going to spend everyday, either sitting on the couch, watching TV, or sitting at my computer desk, on my laptop, whining about how bored I was, or how badly I wanted to meet Greyson, or some stupid little thing. That was how most of my summers in the past went. Imagine the look on peoples faces at school back in Maryland-

Oh my God.

No, I can't think about that right now. I don't want to.

"Melody?" Greyson's voice interrupted my thinking. "Are you okay?"

I snapped out of my thoughts, looking over at him. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, sorry, just thinking,"

"Haha, it's okay," He said, that damn amazing smile coming back on his face. "Listen Melody, now that we're best friends, could I at least get your number or something?"

Is Greyson Chance seriously asking for my number?

Well, he did say we were best friends, so...

"Hmm, on one condition," I replied. He raised his eyebrow at me.

"What would that condition be?" asked Greyson.

"Let me take a picture with you,"

He smiled at me again. "Of course,"

After switching phones, saving our number into the others phone, we switched phones back. I did get my picture... well, I got three. One of my kissing him on the cheek, one of him kissing me on the cheek (Which I didn't mind... at all) and a normal one.

"You better send me those later," Greyson threatened.

"What if I don't?" I remarked, smirking at him.

"I'll...uh..." He thought for a moment. "Well, I'll think of something!"

I laughed. "Sure you will,"

He glared at me. "You better run,"

With that, I raced down the road, heading back to our apartment complex, Greyson right on my tail. I forgot that he played soccer for eight years, so I was no match for him. I spent all my days sitting on my couch eating Cheetos, but that's just me.

In the end, I miraculously ended up winning.

"What son?" I yelled, still trying to catch my breath, dancing around the parking lot.

Panting, Greyson laughed a little. "You're a crazy girl,"

I sat down on the pavement, lying on my back. Breathing hard, I said "Okay... that was enough exercise for the year,"

Greyson chuckled and came to my side. He extended his hand. "Come on, let's go home,"

I took his hand, and he pulled me up. Keeping our hands locked, we headed up the stairs, returning to the front of our homes. After giving him a hug, Greyson and I parted ways, heading into our separate living spaces.

"Aunt Kendra, I'm back!" I yelled walking into the living room. I found Kendra sitting on the couch, watching some weird show on E!. She looked over at me, smiling.

"Oh, Melody, I'm glad you're back." She said. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"