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The beach was quiet. More quiet than it usually was. Not that I really minded. This was the place for me to think. To let my thoughts run wild, let my imagination take me wherever it wanted me to. With my iPod Touch and notebook in hands, I found a spot off the coast and made myself comfortable on a towel I brought. I didn't bother wearing my ear-buds, considering the fact that nobody was around and it was about 7:00 at night. Being the weird person I am, I liked sitting out here at night. It's more calm and quiet.
Opening to a fresh, new page in my notebook, my pencil began to dance across the page, drawing lines and circles and all assortments of shapes. Drawing and art were two things I absolutely adored. With it, my mind was allowed to wander anywhere it desired. No rules, no expectations, no worries, nothing could stop me. I was invincible to the world.
Even as the wind lightly blew, causing my caramel brown hair to sway, I still kept my focus on the page. Humming along the words of the song, a smile formed on my lips. I hardly ever had the chance to do this. But, my mom was out working late tonight, and since my dad left us when I was a youngster, I didn't have to worry about him. Then, a voice broke me out of my thoughts.
“And I thought I was the only one who came to the beach this late.”
Gazing up from my paper, I was dazing into the most beautiful brown eyes ever. It was a boy, about my age. His hair was brown, just like his eyes, but it was a little spiky and messy. His outfit contained of black skinny jeans, a 'Red Hot Chili Peppers' shirt with a black jacket, and All-Star Converse. Over all, he was absolutely gorgeous.
“I come out here to think,” the words just kind of came out. “To escape from reality,”
He let out a light chuckle. “I understand how you feel,”
I patted a spot down next to me for him to sit. He nodded his head in a thank you, and sat down. His eyes directed to my notebook.
“You draw?”
The question caught me a little off guard. “Yeah, but I'm not the best,”
He took the notebook in his hands, getting a better aspect of the drawing stained onto the page. A grin formed on his lips.
“It's astonishing,”
“Thank you,”
The boy looked into my eyes and smiled. “I'm Greyson.”
“Cheyenne,” I said, a smile formed on my lips.
And that's how I became best friends with Greyson Chance.
That was about a year ago, and we just kind of hit it off. Now, we talk everyday. He understands me more than anyone else. With him, I feel as if I belong. Like nothing else matters. He knew all of my secrets. I knew all of his.
And I was head-over-heels in love with him.
What wasn't there to love about him? His dashing smile. His witty charm. His personality was unlike any other boys I knew. Greyson was a sweetheart, putting others before himself. I've honestly never met a boy like him before. Maybe that's why I was so attracted to him. Because, I knew he wouldn't hurt me like all the other boys would. He was strange... but in a good way. A way I liked. The sad part of it all, is that I can fantasize and daydream all I want, live in my own little fairytale, but in the back of my mind, I know none of them will become reality. Greyson was focused on his music more than his love life. Of course he misses going on dates and holding hands with a girl, anything a normal fourteen year old boy would be doing now, but it was sadly an altered plot in Greyson's story.
