You're Different (a Greyson Chance and Cody Simpson Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

"Hey!" a familiar voice says from behind me. His hands cover my eyes as he says "Guess who?" I smile and roll my eyes. "Umm" I say biting my lip as if I'm confused. I manage to keep a straight face and a steady voice as I say "Santa?"

He uncovers my eyes and sits next to me. It's Greyson, my best friend since 1st grade, when I beat his older brother, Tanner, in a burping contest. Ever since, we've pretty much been joined at the hip. He pouts but then quickly changes to a happy face when I offer him a cookie.

"Your mom made these?" he asks as he finishes the treat I handed him literally 10 seconds before. I nod, never taking my eyes off the computer screen. "Whatcha working on?" he asks. I roll my eyes, it's obvious. We're in the school newspaper office and I just got promoted to a student advisor. That's pretty much as important as you can get on it besides being the teacher advisor.

"I'm making the front page" I tell him, changing the layout. "Did my pictures make the front page?" he asks excitedly. It's always been his goal to get one of his photographs on the front page, probably thinking now that I'm an advisor I'll automatically do it for him.

"It would if it had something to do with the cover article" I say, getting ready to comfort him. It's true though. He had taken pictures of kids playing on their sports teams this time, when the cover article is about the new school recycling project. "Sorry Grey" I tell him, patting his shoulder. "They're in the sports section though. Mrs. Cane really loved that close up of a player hitting a baseball"

He gives a little smile. I know that the newspaper teacher advisors opinion means next to nothing to him. I click the exit button and collect my stuff. "Wanna go to the park?" I ask and his face lights up as he eagerly nods. We make our way out of Cheyenne Middle School and to the park. We immediately go to our favorite tree and sit down, not caring about the dirt or grass stains forming on our pants.

Greyson starts to braid strands of my hair. I roll my eyes at him. He's always cared more about my hair than me. "You should really put it up sometime" he tells me, working his way down the strands. "You tell me that everyday dude. If I was ever gonna take your fashion advice, I would've taken it the first time so you'd stop nagging me" I tell him.

Shrugging, he gets up offering his hand to me. I take it and get pulled to my feet. Our faces are dangerously close and my face turns red. He smirks as my eyes grow wide. No not at him. "ICE CREAM TRUCK!" we yell in union and race off to it. My backpack slows me down and he gets there before I do. He wears a triumphant look on his face.

"What would you two like?" the man in the truck asks. His white hair sticks out from under the hat he wears. "Fudge- icle" Greyson tells him, digging in his backpack for his wallet. "I'll get that too" I tell the elderly man, handing him a $5 bill. He hands us our Popsicles and me my change. I stuff it in my jeans pocket.

I hear the man say "Such a cute couple" and pray Greyson didn't hear him. "I could've paid" Greyson mumbles, kicking a pebble while I open the wrapper. "It's fine Grey. You always pay" I say as I take a lick. He rolls his eyes as we stroll around the park. A squirrel scurries past us and a smile forms on my lips.

"Still trying to pet a squirrel I see" Greyson comments as I start running off, chasing it. "You have your goals. I have mine" I yell as I follow it. He runs behind me, catching up to me when I stop at a tree. That meanie squirrel climbed it. I start to pout. "There's the playground" he whispers in my ear.

I take off like a mad woman for the swings. None of them are currently in use because it's almost sun set and no little kids come out that late on a Thursday. I take a seat and yell "Harder!" to Greyson who's pushing me. I blush when I hear him comment "That's what she said". I groan and scrunch up my face.

"What time is it?" I ask, wiping the melted popsicle drop of my shirt. "6:30" he says, taking a seat on the swing next to mine. That means we have half an hour until we have to be home for dinner. "We gotta head back Jess" he tells me. I sigh, wanting to freeze this moment. What's better than swinging with my best friend?

He takes my hand as we walk out of the park. It's nothing new, he's been doing it for years, but I still get that tingle. We walk to his house, him having to dig through his backpack to find his house keys. I groan as he keeps searching. I hate waiting. "Just knock on the door" I whine and before he can react, I do it for him.

"Hello Jessica" Aunt Lisa says wearing a warm smile, welcoming me into her house. "Hey Aunt Lisa" I say giving her a quick hug before Greyson and I rush up to his room. "Did you use my iPod charger again?" Greyson groans as he sits on his bed. "Yup" I tell him, popping the p "I left mine at home"

My mom is on a business trip for the week and the Chance's welcomed me into their house. I'm staying the week and we're on day 2 right now. "Can I please sleep on the bed with you tonight?" he asks, batting his eyelashes, sticking out his lip. Last night I forced him to sleep on the floor. I told him I'd show his soccer team the video I have of him dancing at the Macy's in the mall. I'd never do that to him, but he took me seriously.

"Fine" I say, squatting down to plug my phone charger into the wall. "Kids! Dinner!" Aunt Lisa yells from downstairs. We race to the kitchen, me loosing again. When Aunt Lisa isn't looking I stick my tongue out at him. She hates it when I do that. Uncle Scott and Alexa enter, taking their normal spaces, as do I. They have a table that seats 6, so I have a regular seat. The only empty one is Tanner's, because he's off at college.

We start the meal of barbecue chicken, garden salad and mashed potatoes. I take a sip of my water, Greyson making a funny face at me, trying to make me spit it out. I give him a dirty look as I volunteer to help Aunt Lisa with the dishes. "It's fine dear. You two have fun" she says with a wink.

We sit finishing our homework for the next 20 minutes. I finished most of it at study hall and only had Science homework left to do. I hang upside down from his bed, watching as he does his Honors Algebra homework. We take that class together, part of the small group of students who think Algebra is easy. To me it is. With Algebra you just follow the equation and you get the right answer.

"Wanna play a game?" he asks me, wiggling his eyebrows. I laugh at his cheesiness "Sure" I respond rolling onto the floor sitting next to him. "Truth or Dare?" he asks. I groan. "You know I hate that game" I complain. I always end up having to either reveal a secret or make a fool of myself. "Payback for yesterday" he shrugs.

"I'll go first" he offers. I nod in defeat, accepting his offer. "Truth or dare?" I ask, touching up my chipped nails with white nail polish. I like white because it kinda represents a new beginning and I just broke up with my douche bag boyfriend. He tried to separate me from Greyson, saying we were "too comfortable" with each other.

"Dare" he says a little too fast, wearing a smile because he thinks I never come up with any good ones. "Go scream out the window 'I love Justin Bieber'" I tell him, blowing on my nails. He gets up, unlocking and opening the window. He looks back at me hesitantly before screaming "I LOVE JUSTIN BIEBER!" out the window.

I smile, holding back a laugh as he sits down. "The old lady, walking her dog, had a priceless face" he tells me, mimicking her expression. "Truth or dare?" he asks me. "Truth" I tell him, taking off my socks. "Boring!" he pouts before asking "What's something I don't know about you?" he asks. I rack my brain.

He knows so much. He knows I can burp at will. He knows I'm left handed. He knows my favorite type of music. "Tyler and I broke up last week" I tell him, remembering I forgot to tell him. I didn't need a shoulder to cry on or anything. I broke up with him for him trying to keep me away from Greyson. He would've been furious of he knew I was planning on sleeping over here. I didn't bother telling him.

(A/ N)

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