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

Chapter 4

Authors Note

This one is dedicated to each and every 9/11 victim. Today I wrote 'Rememeber 9/11' on my wrist and got half my grade to write it too. During morning announcements, we had a moment of silence for it. Even though I was only 2 when it happened, I'm still more than horrified about it. I remember my grandma picking me and my sister up from preschool and bringing us home, watching the news in the basement. I panicked, not knowing what was going on and cried for my parents who didn't get home for hours. It's a really traumatic day in Anerican History. I was gonna tell you a story about what happened today, but it's irrevelant to 9/11 so I'll write it later or something. Read on pickles!

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"Come on" I groan, tapping my foot, crossing my arms against my chest. "I'm almost ready" he calls from inside the bathroom. Seriously Grey?! He takes twice as long as I do in the shower than I do all together getting ready. I impatiently swing the door open, revealing him doing his hair. "I'm sure your bowl haircut looks fine" I say dragging him out, downstairs and outside, picking up a random pair of shoes for him on the way.

"I need shoes" he whines, pointing to his sock feet. I drop the shoes at his feet. Looking at them, I see they're Alexa's pink converse. "I can't wear girl shoes" he complains picking up my shoes. "Then wear your cleats" I tell him, getting his soccer bag from the garage. "I'm not supposed to wear them outside of soccer" he tells me. I shrug and lead him down the street, to the park, him barefoot.

He collapses on a park bench, clutching his foot. "I stepped on a rock!" he says, fake crying into his hand. "Yeah. Well the converse don't look so bad now, do they?" I say, tossing him the brightly colored shoes. He sighs before taking them from my grasp.

We spend the next few hours roaming around the park. Going on the swings, chasing squirrels, and getting lunch from a food stand there. And yes, me sticking up for Greyson when people laughed at his shoe choice. "It's time for soccer" I tell him, looking up from my watch, and taking a piece of his popcorn. I throw it up in the air, he catches it in his mouth, doing the same thing to me.

He nods, taking his soccer bag from my shoulder, which I had been carrying. He objected to it before, but I did it anyways. "I gotta change" he tells me, as if I don't know, rushing off to the bathrooms behind us. I wait for him on a tree branch, swinging my feet. He comes out 3 minutes later, straightening his shirt. "Jess?" he calls out, not seeing me on the bench where he left me.

He must've forgotten I can climb trees.

Deciding not to get him too worried, I start climbing down. When I'm only about 10 feet in the air, I lose my footing. Awesome. I shriek as I fall down. I shut my eyes as tight as they go, bracing myself for the impact that never comes. I hesitantly open my eyes to see Greyson looking down at me, holding me in his arms bridal style.

He sets me down and I envelope him in a hug. "Thanks Grey" I whisper in his ear, pecking him on the cheek. "I always knew you were a great catch" he says winking. I roll my eyes at his pun before hugging him once more. I look at my watch, seeing the time. "Crap!" I say, taking his arm and running as fast as I can to the soccer field. We made it there 2 minutes late, but the game hadn't started yet.

"Bye" I say, kissing him on the cheek for luck like I always do before making my way to the bleachers. I watch as he waves to me and turns his back, showing his soccer number, 11. We've both always liked that number for some or no reason. But when they told Greyson to choose a number, I insisted he choose 11. And after I gave him the silence treatment for 15 minutes, he agreed. I just hate how easy it is to influence him...

I watch the soccer game, but put my earbuds in, trying to drown out the crowd. Don't say it sounds rude, if there was a sweaty guy 2 rows up from you hollering for the opposite team, you'd do your best to ignore too. I smile when I see Grey fall but immediately get back up. It brings me back to 3rd grade when he 1st tried out for a team.