Sunday morning came. You woke up without a smile, feeling exhausted and tired but you weren't doing any heavy work yesterday. In other words, you're sick. As usual, you did your daily morning routine, went down and greeted Nanny Mylene but not as cheerful as you always do.
"Morning, Nanny." You said as you kissed her on the cheek.
"Good morning! What's with the sour face?" She asked.
"Not feeling well. I feel like carrying something heavy on my back, probably five tons of boxes."
"I'll get the medicines upstairs. Be sure to take them after you finish your food. I'll be right back in a few." She says, concerned and rushed to her room. You nodded in response.
"I'm buying some sneakers in the mall later. Wanna come?" James invited.
"Yeah sure." was your short reply.
After stuffing yourself with food, you quickly headed to the living room and plopped down on the couch. Feeling relieved after taking some medicines, you decided to watch some television programs that could instantly turn the boring level into zero percent. As you began flipping channels, you noticed a news channel you passed by a few seconds earlier and it suddenly got stucked in your head. It was really familiar. And you couldn't help but switch back to the channel. Your instincts were right. It was about yesterday's occurence and it was you and the grumpy young man who got involved in a conflict.
Your P. O. V.
Mother of holy crap. I muttered to myself in dismay.
"...this video clip was coming from a fan of Greyson Chance. We couldn't hear the voices from both parties because of other loud voices but as you can see, there's a commotion blablabla..."
Who the hell is that guy?!
End of P. O. V.
"James?" You called out, slowly peeking in the room. He quickly turned his gaze on you and raised an eyebrow, "What's the matter?"
"I know this is awkward..." you started and continued, "but do you have an idea on who was the one I was
*Fast Forward* It’s already 2:30 p.m. You finished eating lunch with your brother. Nanny Mylene went to her relative’s house. You changed your clothes and waited for your brother to come downstairs.
"Let’s go." James smiled.
"Kk." was your short reply.
Yeah, you had fun with your brother in the mall. He’s picking new shoes for himself while you were picking jeans to buy and some clothes. Then, you accidentally bumped a brunette guy wearing a black leather jacket and shades. His shades dropped on the floor and you got familiar with his face.
"Wait, your face is familiar." You said as you tried to examine something in his face.
"YOU?!" Both of you exclaimed.
"Argh! Ikaw nanaman?! Bakit ba ikaw nalang parati?! " (You again?! Why does it always has to be you?)
"What?"
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Incompatible (Greyson Chance FF) UNDER-EDITING
FanficLoser /ˈlo͞ozər/ -One who cannot raise their social status easily. Idiot. A noun which belongs to YFN's set of nicknames in her school. Nah, she's used to it. Being treated like crap every day has been part of her routine. Yet her boring life gets...
