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

Chapter 12

Authors Note Thingy:

You know what I don't get? Writers on here in their authors note like "OH MA GAWDZ STOP TELLIN ME 2 UPDATE PLZ!!!! I AIN'T YO BIOTCH DONT TELL ME WAT 2 DO LOLZ!!"

and I'm just like "is she for real or what?"

I actually find it flattering people take the time to tell you they like your story and that they want you to update it. Like when someone asks me to update (within a reasonable time cuz I'm not updating every day) I try to update ASAP.

So today's Halloween. The reminder on my iPod was 'THE FRUCKING BESTEST DAY EVER!!' yeah do now you know my favorite holiday rant at the bottom of course

this one is dedicated to a little boy who made me laugh. He was like 2 and dressed up as a gangster. He held out his hand for a candy bar and I put one in it. He started to walk away, turned back and said 'thwank you!' and ran off

AHHH it was thr cutesy thing ever! Ehh not a good wag if describing it though you had to be there...

ON WITH THR CRAPTER!!!!

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****Greysons POV.*****

Shit shit shit. How the hell do I always manage to say the wrong things? The things to make Jess mad, when she's supposed to be forgiving me on this trip, so we can get back to the way things used to be. But I guess she was right when she said, 2 weeks was better than 2 years. Stupid stupid Greyson! I scold myself, literally facepalming. It earns a few weird and curious looks from others, but I couldn't care less, not now when I have no idea where Jess is! Snapping my fingers, I run to the front desk, immediately getting the managers attention.

"Hey have you seen a girl about this tall" I say, leveling my hand at around my nose before continuing "Red hair, brown eyes, pale skin. Umm converse, jeans and a beanie?" I ask frantically, unable to hold still as I bounce around a bit, awaiting his reply. His poker face turns into a thoughtful expression before nodding. "I think I have" he says in a deep voice, the kind that intimidated people all the time. "I believe she was with my nephew, Kevin. You could always try his room, 14P" he says before turning to tend to another client.

I nod yelling a thank you to the man before running into an open elevator, pressing the number 14. Since the elevator is otherwise empty, it goes straight to the designated floor. I run out, scamming the walls before reaching the door with a '14P' plaque on it, in a fake gold polish. I knock on the door loudly, not even second guessing that the manager might be wrong about the girl he had seen or that he had given him the wrong room number.

A little girl opened the door, her age no more than 8. She looked up at him with shining green eyes, her bright blond hair styled in a half ponytail. "Hi I'm Grey-" I manage to say before she frantically closes the door, shouting 'STRANGER DANGER!' after it. I hear the padding of feet and light chuckling before a middle aged woman with jet black hair and tired looking eyes opened the door with a smile, the little girl clinging onto her hip like her life depended on it. You can tell she was once very beautiful, but the years of work have made her have wrinkles, making her no longer flawless, but still beautiful none the less.

"Um, does Kevin live here?" I ask awkwardly, feeling the 4 eyes on me, the big icy blue ones of the small girl penetrating me. The woman gives a hearty chuckle and nods. "Kevin said he had made a friend. But if I remember correctly he said it was a red head" she trails up, eyeing how up and down, but not in the judgmental way the little blonde had. "Uh no. I'm actually looking for someone he was with, her names Jess" "Oh" she sighs, looking down both sides of the hallways. "Check the kitchen or pool dear. He likes spending most of his time in those places, if not here" she advises, smiling kindly before gently shutting the door behind the two.

I run to the elevator, that's opening when I get there, to have someone knock straight into me, causing them to be knocked to the ground. I grumble a bit before looking down. I see auburn hair covered in a beanie. And brown eyes. And converse. And lake skin. JESS! YEAH BUDDY! "Jess!" I exclaim, pulling her up and wrapping her in my embrace. She doesn't hug back, instead giving me a quizzical look. Pulling out the hug, I take her hand and start pulling her down the hall to our hotel room (turns our it's on this floor too) before back tracking, her unmoving, clearly making an effort to stay put. "What are you doing?" I ask, trying to stay calm, but honestly right now, all I wanna do is lie on a couch with Jess right next to me and relax.

"I refuse to ditch my friend, Kevin. Unlike some people, I don't like leaving people" she sneers back, putting emphasize on 'some people'. "You had no problem doing to me earlier today" I snap back, my grip on her wrist tightening a bit. "What goes around comes around" she shrugs, trying to rip her wrist from my grasp, but failing miserably. "It's fine" a raven headed boy said, coming out of the elevator and over to us. Was he there the whole time, watching? "I had to get going anyways. See ya later Jess" he calls running down the hall to his suite, after giving Jess a small, almost undetectable sympathetic look.

"What was that about?" I demand once in our hotel room, shutting and locking the door after us. "Wow. Clingy much? Turning into Overly Attached Girlfriend are we?" she asks sarcastically, folding her arms against her chest unhappily. I sigh, plopping down on the couch, running a hand through my hair, sitting in a hunched over position. Fighting with Jess isn't going to make her like you I mentally remind myself. I would've had a hard enough time before, carefully and slowly working my way out of the friendzone. Now? I'd be lucky to be in the friendzone. Think Greyson think!

"I don't want to fight with you" I mumble, barely loud enough for her to hear. I hear her sigh, rather loudly, before walking over to me. She sits down next to my body, kicking off her shoes to expose her unmatching socks. She brings her legs up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, burying her head in them. Examining her body, I realize, she really isn't the same. Her eyes don't shine as bright as they used to. Her hair isn't as red as before. Her eyes seem to always have bags under them, as if she's never gotten a good nights rest in her life. Her torso is smaller than I remember, frailer. In all, she looks like a broken shell of what she used to be. And it's all because of me.

She mumbles something, it bring in audible because of her knees covering her mouth. "Hmm?" I say, placing a hand on her shoulder, that she surprisingly doesn't shove away. "I said" she starts, picking her face up, but unmoving her position otherwise "I know they're about me"

"What's about you?" I ask confused, looking into her brown eyes. I want to reach out and flatten her unruly hair, but refrain from doing so. Now might not be the best time I remind my, and keep my hand on her shoulder. "The songs" she whispers, so lowly I can barely hear, making me long for the days she was a loud spirit, often ticking people off with her volume.

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oooohhhh! A bit of a cliff hanger! Ha not really but ya know, whatevs.

So theres gonna be ANOTHER bake sale, this time on the 6th which is in less than a week. Mr. Kiley told us on Tuesday which gave us a week to write the statement to the office notifying them about it, make posters, hang them up, make a list of who's bringing what and figure out who's selling.

And usually we only have Robotics on Mondays and Tuesdays. So me Abbey and one of our 'midgets' (6th graders in which we are both friends with we met through Abbey's little sister and are in Robotics Sales too) are gonna have to hang them up during student life tomorrow. Ughh. And I'm selling to the 6th and 7th grade, without any other 8th graders so I might have to do the cash box, which I really hate doing.

Oh and I'm gonna convince my mom to let me send in an application to the Wilbraham Monson Academy. It's a boarding or day school in a small town literally right next to mine. My friend Jasmine is going to go next year and thinks I can get in on an Academic scholarship with the help of my 'promising' art as she calls it. So yeah. That'd be pretty cool I think so yah.

Not much of a rant today huh?

Sorry to disappoint </3 JK luuurrrvvv y'all! Gosh I'm ghetto

HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND GOODBYE TO ALL MY LOVELY PICKLES!!!

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Lovely and weird rises for all!!

October 31, 2012 ❤