5pm. Still in Paris. Yeah, Paris.
"You seem bored." Greyson said, holding his iPhone.
"Yea, I am." I answered. "I thought we're really going to Paris and heck, it was just a park."
"Please don't make me laugh again." He grinned, holding his laugh.
"You're already laughing, you piece of fish."
He bursted out, laughing. This time, I laughed with him too.
"Tomorrow, for our second date, we're going to Italy."
"Stop it." I said and grabbed his iPhone.
"Hey! Why did you just-"
"Oh, look. You received a lot of tweets. Let's see this one from @maigreysosexy. Weird." I smiled.
"@maigreysosexy: @greysonchance OMFG I SAW YOU AT MCDONALD'S A WHILE AGO. OMFG YOU WERE FREAKING SEXY. MARRY ME"
"@greysonhottielovelove24: @greysonchance OMFG HAI HUSBYYY OMFG LET'S MAKE BABIES."
"@greysonmysexyhusby: @greysonchance father my child."
"@eeeeyyysexygreyson: lets have a sexy time, baby."
"EW YOUR FANS ARE DIRTY." I said, annoyed.
"I know, I know. but they're sexy. My haters aren't." He winked.
"Just say that I'm the sexiest hater alive." I said, elbowing his arm.
"What if I say no?" He laughed.
"You're going to get killed tonight. That's what the chain mail my friend said."
"Nah. Chain mails suck like my haters."
"You are a freaking son of a gun." I said.
"I love you." He winked. Probably joking.
"Stop it, you piece of-"
BINABASA MO ANG
You Are The Chosen One. (A Greyson Chance fanfiction)
FanfictionAre you still going to consider yourself lucky being picked as the 'lucky' one who'll get to meet and date the only popstar you hate? Is this what you call GOOD or BAD luck?