I Chose You (A Greyson Chance Fan Fiction) [EDITING]

Chapter 2~ Off To New York.

[A/N: this Chapter is more on "Greyson's Pov" So... Enjoy (:]

~*~ Greyson's POV ~*~

Troy, my manager, called and said that we're going to New York to walk around. I mean, really though? I don’t mean to be egocentric, but if I were to go to New York, I’d rather go there if it’s really important or for touring purposes.

~*~ Phone Convo~*~

"What?" I protested "But Troy, I just finished my mall tour in Philippines! I’m not even over my jetlag yet!" I lied.

He sighed. “Seriously, Greyson, are you drunk?”

I somehow got edgy when he said that. Well, I did take a few shot last night, but believe me I got home sober. “What? Don’t make me laugh—“

"You know you can’t lie to me, Greyson."

Of course I can’t. “Yeah, I know.”

I can already tell that Troy’s doing that disappointed face of his again. “I’ll just remind you, for the last time, that we’re going to New York because of the contest that will only take place there.”

I suddenly remember when he already told me. “Oh, yeah! Right. So, it’s today?”

“Yes, it’s today, blithe!” He yelled through the phone, apparently losing his patience and temper, causing me to abruptly move away the phone from my ear.

“Okay! Okay. What time will we leave?”

“I’ll just pick you up after thirty minutes. The plane leaves at ten.”

“Wait, how come I don’t know about this?” I said, scratching my head.

“Trust me, you know.” Then he hung up.

~*~ End of Phone Convo~*~

I packed all that I need. After 15 minutes I walked outside with my luggage and Whiskey, my new dog, and got inside the van.

"Come on! Let's go!" I said.

~*~ Your POV. ~*~

Taking Cheyenne for a walk in the park is kind of like the most relaxing thing for me to do. Well, actually I find a lot of things relaxing.

"You're so fluffy! Cute little baby!" I caressed Cheyenne. She licked my face and barked. I just love it when she does that.

"You're so freakin' adorable!" I put her down this time. She barked again then she looked at the mall.

"You want to go to the mall Cheyenne?" I said. Cheyenne wiggled her tail and barked. “Aw, you shopaholic little dog."

Of course I couldn’t say no to this ball of fluff! So, I walk to the mall with her.

~*~ Greyson's POV~*~

When we arrived in New York, I got this feeling of wanting to go home already. I didn’t even last a week at home.

We checked in at a hotel and it wasn’t a minute or two when I already got bored.

"Can I at least have a short walk at the mall?" I asked Troy.

"What about your fans?" Troy said, "They might chase you."

"Relax! I have the perfect disguise." I wore my hoodie and my Ray-ban. "And still looking handsome" I winked at the mirror.

Troy sighed and rolled his eyes "Alright then. If you get in trouble, don’t blame me."

"Sure." I left the room and walked to the mall.