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

Chapter 7

Authors Note Thingy

So. Hi. SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER TO UPDATE! I'm bored and decided to update. My usual rant will be down there for anyone who actually reads the words I use to complain about my life. And I just realize, I have wayyyy too many conversations about intercourse with my friends. We had a 30 minute conversation today about female condoms and lesbian intercourse. We also asked all of our friends who were girls who they thought would be the dad if they got pregnant tonight. I even asked my friend Zack and his face, was priceless! Then we discussed how our moms would react if we did and Zack was the only one who thought his mom would be happy (now we're talking if his girlfriend got pregnant) and wouldn't let her get an abortion. Anyways on with the chapter or as I call it, crapter.

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"Sorry, I had to" Jess tells me (again). She told her mom about me being on Ellen. She had to because she wanted to go to the airport with me. I just shrug it off. Ms. Anderson has always been nice and won't tell anyone. She came too, but is with my mom right now. "It's fine Jess" I tell her as I search for an open bench to sit down on. We sit down to put our shoes back on after I adjust my duffel hanging on my shoulder, that is annoying the potatoes out of me. We had to take them off when we went through the security metal detector thingy. I smile seeing Jess's socks. The base it white with the toe and heel blue. And they're covered in multi covered mustaches.

I tie up my converse easily and look at Jess. She keeps fumbling with her laces, messing them up and starting over. I get on my knees and tie her converse for her. We always wear matching black converse. Since our feet are the same size, we tell the difference by tying the laces together and Jess has a blue smiley face sticker on her left shoe.

We approach the gate and sit down. Our moms take seats a little far away so we can have our last moments of regular life in private. "Give me your arm" she tells me, producing a sharpie out of her pocket. Leave it to Jess to bring a sharpie to an airport. I don't question her and roll up the sleeve of the lightweight jacket I'm wearing. I watch as she scribbles words down, blowing on my arm slightly so it will dry, before putting my sleeve back.

"Don't look at it until you get to LA okay?" she asks and I nod. They start calling people for my plane. We both stand up. "Here" she says, handing me her necklace. The one with the bullet charm. She puts it in my hand, but I try to give it back. "Put it on" she whispers and I do. "Just bite the bullet. Get up when you fall" she tells me, hugging me.

She moves to embrace my mom and her mom moves to hug me "I'll miss you Greyson" she tells me. "I'll miss you too Ms. Anderson" I tell her. I never call her Amelia like she says for me to. "You're a good kid" she says ruffling my hair before taking a step back. I go to Jess once again. We embrace for at least a minute, never one of us wanting to let go. "You're still the Bestest Burper" I whisper into her ear.

I know she's smiling. "Promise me I won't just be another one of your fans Grey. Promise me you'll always be my best friend" she whispers back. My heart takes a beating. Is that all I am to her? A best friend? It's better than being strangers though. "Forever and Always..." I begin waiting for her to finish it. "Until death does us part" she says, looking at me. She kisses my cheek, explaining its for luck, before going back, beside her mom who hugs her.

Mom pulls me onto the plane. I look over my shoulder to see Jess crying. I shouldn't have agreed to this. I made the only person in the world I'm certain I love cry. And when I do come back, things won't be the same. If I only didn't post the video, if only Tanner never sent her a message saying she should watch it, if only I wasn't chosen to preform. If only.

It's my first time on a plane. And I'm completely lost. I need Jess. My hands move to my cheek where she kissed me. It's slightly sticky from her chapstick, but I can't care less. Mom tells me to listen to the attendant when she says a bunch of stuff about masks and air pressure or something. Who cares? I'd rather die than be without Jess.