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

Chapter 2

His eyes grow wide. Not with sadness(he knew he was a douche bag before I did). Not of surprise. But happiness? That makes no sense I tell myself.

*Greyson's POV.*

My heart skips a beat when she says the words I always hoped she would. Her voice rings in my ears "Tyler and I broke up last week". I should probably feel bad for her because she liked him, or mad at her for not telling me sooner, but I'm giddy. I finally have a chance with her.

I nod, trying to not appear obvious when inside I'm jumping for joy. "Truth or dare?" she asks me, snapping me back to reality.

"Truth" I mumble out. "So it's boring when I pick it, but not you?" "Yup" I tell her, ruffling her hair. "Who do you have a crush on?" she asks. I dart my head down, refusing to look her in the eye. "Oh your face is red! Come on tell me" she insists. I should've know not to pick truth. That's the one question I've refused to answer for her.

I always feel kinda bad for her though. She tells me everything. I was the first to know she was dating that douche. I was the first to know she made honors in 3 subjects. I was the first to know she got promoted to student advisor on the newspaper. But I never answer that question. Because it's her. I've had girlfriends before, but they were just coverups for my feelings. I thought maybe I could fall out of love with my best friend.

My efforts were pointless. My whole relationship with Lauren, I pretended she was Jessica. But I fell way too hard. It hurts to know she'll never feel the same. I've been told about her crushes, which at one point included my guy best friend, Colton. She's told me about her 1st kiss, which still makes me upset I didn't share it with her. She's told me about her boyfriends, one of which I wish I could be. When she started dating the douche bag, Kyle, I couldn't help but cry. I made up a fake reason to Jess, who was the one who never left my side until I was cheered up.

"Yo! Greyson!" I hear her say, snapping her fingers in front of my face, bringing me out of the trance I was in. "Good, I was wondering if you died" she remarked. Jessica isn't scared of death really. She says it's natural and will happen to everybody. "Wrong. I say by being put on this planet in the first place, I'll have to die sometime. No ones immortal" Shit. I said that out loud.

"Answer the question" she whined, pulling my arm. She's not exactly gentle, with me at least. "What?" I ask, mimicking her tone.

"Grey, I know your not dumb. Remember the last time I had to repeat myself?" and I do. We were in lunch when she told me I left some clothes at my house. I was talking to Colton and didn't hear her the first time. So she decided to scream "GREYSON YOU LEFT YOUR PANTS AT MY HOUSE!". And the whole grade heard. No one dares to bully her, she can fight, but they had no problem asking me how she was in bed, getting the wrong idea.

"Can we just watch a movie?" I groan, hitting my head on the wall. Rolling her eyes she gets up, and goes downstairs to get the laptop and a DVD. I know which one she'll pick. "We're watching 'The Little Mermaid'!" she told me, dropping the case on my stomach.

"Can we ever watch something else?" I ask/ plead. She shakes her head and sits down at my desk chair, cracking her back purposely. "Why do you always do that?" I ask. She shoves her hand over my mouth as the movie starts, her eyes getting wide as she watches the first scene. I lick her hand in attempt to get her to move it, but she doesn't care and keeps it there the whole movie. Sometimes I wonder about her...

As the screen goes black I see her eyes take on a glassy look. She stops blinking and stares off at the screen. That's her bad habit, staring off into space. "Do you think that can happen?" she asks out of the blue. "Uh. Well mermaids aren't real..." I start before she interrupts me.

"No. Like someone can steal who you love away, but you can get them back when your true self shows?" she asks, biting her lip. She's really thinking about it. "I guess" I say, not really comprehending what just happened. She just nods, with a far away look her in her eye. I bring the laptop back downstairs where mom is, sipping tea.

"Grey?" she asks, looking up from the books she's reading. "Yeah mom" I say, plugging in the laptop charger. "Take care of her" she tells me, looking at the stairs. Before I can ask what she means, she walks up into her and dads bedroom, my question left unanswered.

I trudge up the steps, feeling like there's weight on my shoulders. I open the door to see Jessica already sleeping. Probably purposely in the middle of the bed, for me never answering her question. I slip into bed next to her, staring at her. I feel bad, now realizing what mom meant.

She can hear us up here. She's knows Jess broke up with Tyler. She's had 4 relationships before, none of which ended with good break ups. They all either used her, cheated on her or hurt her in some way. She needed to find someone who would love her. She needed to realize, that's me.