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

Chapter 9

Authors Note Thingy

So heyyyyy. Um I haz a question. I was on the interview thing- a- ma- bobber and saw that the list for my chapters is like Chapter 3 then chapter 5 and so on. Does it actually come up like that? Because if it does then shat shall go down! Anyways this one is for one of my friends Jasmine, also known as Jazzie and Jizzmine if someone tries to piss her off. It's her birthday so this is for her luuurrrvvvv you Jazzie!

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I wave goodbye to my two friends before shutting the door. Looking over, mom's peering out the window, making sure they safely got into Colton's moms car, as if they could've died while crossing my lawn and the sidewalk. It feels a bit unusual, usually Riley would stay the night and Colton would go home late and come back early. But it's just me and mom. A little too quiet for my liking. "I'm going to bed honey" she told me yawning, walking out of the room. I can hear her undressing, she always makes a big racket and manages to trip over something and catch herself. I sigh, shaking my head and smiling a bit at my moms clumsiness. Guess I learned from the best, huh.

I climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I quickly took off my jeans, replacing them for flannel pajama bottoms. I folded them, placing the pants on my vanity desk for tomorrow. I think it's an absolute waste to wear clothes only once before washing them, unless they stink or have stains. I take my shirt off, blindly tossing it in my laundry basket, muttering 'Dammit' when I miss. Deciding to get it in the morning I slip into bed, after plugging my phone and iPod into their chargers. I tug my green undershirt down, it had ridden up, before drifting into sleep.

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I closed my eyes tighter, as if that'd make the sun go away or the noise stop. Groaning, I got up, shielding my eyes from the light streaming in my room from the curtains. Faintly, I can hear people talking downstairs. Mom must've invited one of her friends or the neighbors to breakfast. Or she's talking to Aunt Claire on the phone, about her recent move to the area. I grab a towel, my jeans and a top before walking into the upstairs bathroom, shutting the door behind myself. I quickly clean my hair and wash my face and body. I step out, drying myself off. I slip on the clothes, realizing the shirt I grabbed was really a white undershirt. Eh. Close enough. I toss my dirty clothes into the hamper before stomping down the stairs, not trying to be loud,but succeeding in the act anyway.

I trudged down the stairs to the ground floor of the house, wishing for a coffee, wait. I'll be more specific. A late. My eyes widen and my mouth dropped open in shock. I mentally cursed. It wasn't a neighbor. Or one of her friends. Or Aunt Claire. It was Greyson, sitting in my living room after 2 years of ignoring me. Da fuq?! 0_c

I saw his face lit up and he ran up to me, forcibly pulling me into a hug, even picking me up and spinning me around. "I missed you so much Jess!" he gushed as we separated, not noticing I hadn't hugged him back. "It's good to see you again, Jess dear" Lisa spoke from her seat next to mom, smiling a real smile. Then, I did what any logical person would do. I bolted out the door and ran wherever my legs would take me. I only stopped a couple times, to rid my bare feet of pebbles from the road. I had forgotten shoes okay?! Actually, i kinda like the way the earth feels beneath my feet....

Apparently, they took me to the hospital. I nodded to the receptionist, who gave me a quizzical look, but smiled none the less. It was way too early for my usual. The kids didn't go to the rec room for hours. So instead, I went to Max's room. Yes, he has a private room. You jelly?

"Max!" I exclaimed, running over to the smiling figure watching cartoons. "Jess!" he cried out happily, opening his arms out for an embrace. I hugged him before pulling back, buying my lip. "What's wrong?" he questioned, tilting his head a bit, like a puppy would when it's confused. Gosh, it's hard to believe he's already 9, going on 10 in a month. Geez, I'm gettin' old. "Greyson's back" I told him in a voice just above a whisper. His eyes widen, giving me a sympathetic look. "And you came here?" he asked. Nodding I bit my lip. He reached his pale arm out and slapped the back of my head. "Ow!" I exclaimed, my hand flying up to the spot his hand had just made contact with. Even with cancer, that kid can hit hard.

"Go back to him!" he told me excitedly, bouncing up and down a bit in his bed. I made him calm down and stop jumping, knowing one of the nurses would rush in to him and interrupt our conversation if he got to worn out. "He left me Max" I said, stating the obvious, looking the boy in the eyes "For 2 years. He promised he wouldn't, but did anyways" I said, a single tear escaping my eye. He gave me a sad smile before having a 23 minute (I was timing it) argument with me. I ended up going back, him

threatening to hit me again if I didn't. I did it more for his sake, not wanting him to waste the little energy he has on abusing me.

When I got home, I saw mom calmly sitting on the couch, sipping her coffee (lucky!). I saw Lisa on the phone and Greyson looking around nervously. "You didn't go our looking for me?!" I asked, hurt that I wasn't worth a search for them. "Knew you'd come back" mom shrugged, getting up and walking out onto the porch, Lisa following her so Greyson and I could talk in private.

"Why'd you run away?" he asked, his voice making him sound vulnerable.

Pfffffffftttttt! I should be askin' the same question Mr. Chance!

And so I did.

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Soooooooo how was it? I'm pretty bored so I was like IDGAF and updated.

So wanna hear about my day? No? Too bad!

During student life period (which is the schools fancy pants way of saying recess in which there are a couple of clubs you can join instead of going inside I call it stupid life period! Ha! That was punny! Okay not really...) me and ma bitch Abbey were in Robotics, where we lead the fundraising committee. We were planning a bakesale for later, ya know making poster, asking people what they're bringing, all of that shit. And me and Abbey run it because we're the oldest and most experienced. So when our little minions where doing their work, which Abbey and I had already finished, we looked outside the windows, to where everyone not in a club goes during stupid life. And these guys in my grade (not naming names... Yet) were jumping in the bushes, which was fucking hilarious. And we used some left over construction paper to judge them on it. Then when everyone else finished they wrote stuff on it like "COLLIN YOU NEED A HAIR CUT" AND "I HATE YOU ANDREW XX" on there when I was just standing there facepalming. But yeah, it was entertaining. And I'm working the register for the 8th grade lunchroom next bakesale bitches! So I don't have to go through kids making up there mind about what cookie to buy. I did it last year and was like "IT A FRICKEN 25 CENT THING! JUST PICK ONE ALREADY! IT'S NOT THAT DIFFICULT!"

Oh and at lunch my friend Jazzie brought in candy for her friends at lunch and kids we didn't even know where asking her for it. So being the good bitch I am I stepped up and yelled

"WE DON'T LIKE YOU! HECK, WE DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU! NO MEANS NO BITCH! WANT ME TO SAY IT IN SPANISH? NOOOOOOOOOO! HOW MUCH CLEARER CAN I BE?!" yes I said that but just not as loud so the lunch monitors wouldn't hear me.

So yeahhhh

BYE MA LOVELY PICKLES!!!!

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Virtual weird ass rose to the up north whatever

October 16, 2012