Something in the Way She Moves (Greyson Chance Fan Fiction)

Chapter Nine

Okay so this is short.. but i uploaded so yeah..

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"GREYSON! GREYSON! GREYSON!" the girls around me cry desperately at the stage.

Greyson, well his management, decided to have a free concert today at a local Oklahoma park, and currently I am squished in front of a sea of girls trying to get to the front row. Don't get me wrong I'm super pumped. I've never actually been to a Greyson Chance concert- I won't tell him this- and I've been really excited for this all week.

"Greyson!" I scream along with the girls around me, a large smile hanging on my lips.

As he steps onto the stage everyone chorus' together in a community, "AAAHHHHHHHHH!"

He catches my eye, smiles brightly, and sends a wink in my direction. All the girls in my general vicinity scream for him, but I silently smile back at him.

"Hey everyone!" he says in the microphone and is replied to with multiple wails from the audience, "It's been awhile since I've played anything in O.K.C.!" screams,"I'd like to start off the day with my new song, Sunshine and City Lights."

Girls screech throughout the crowd.

I grin from ear to ear, bob my head to beat, and hum along with the words. Greyson had just entered the chorus when a finger gingerly taps on my shoulder. I turn my head to the left, and realize I had to look down in order to meet the gaze of none other than-

"Angel?"

"Yeah," she says shyly from behind the blond curls falling into her face, "I saw you and figured I'd say 'Hi'"

"That's fine. Here," I pull her up to the front row with me. She grins widely at the prospect of standing in the front. We sing along to the familiar song.

"OH!" Angel proclaims suddenly, and I send her a questioning stare, "Every enchancer already knows you. There are pictures of you and Greyson at the movies floating everywhere."

"Really?" I ask incredulously.

"Yeah, they practically foamed at the mouth when they saw the photos of you two in front of the theater wrapped in each others arms," her light voice glides over the sound of the music.

My eyes widen, and I glance around and for the first time notice the multiple glares, and curious stares from the girls around me. Angel, clearly observing the same thing, lowers her voice, and leans in.

"I heard a lot of girls talking earlier about what they'd do if you were here. A lot seemed cool with you two, but there were a few that seemed a little... bitter about it."

I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, and bite my lip, "Do you think I should leave?"

"It's definitely an option not to be over looked," Angel suggests.

Dang it, I think to myself, this really sucks. Why can't i just watch Greyson preform? I glance around looking at all of the girls: some sending smiles my way, while others bite their lips in frustration because all their hopes to be with Greyson were snatched away from them. My eyebrows knit together as my gaze slides through the crowd, and over looks the demeaning glares and snickers. My eyes fall on a tall man off to the right side of Greyson's makeshift stage. Perfect.

"Come on I have an idea," I say while grabbing her small wrist, "Do you want to meet Greyson again?"

Her blue eyes widen.

After we pulled ourselves out of the last few screaming girls I come face to face with Greyson's regular security guard, Stan. I smile at him. Even though he has large muscles, and is a good foot and a half taller than me, he is really just a large teddy bear. I try to step around him, but his thick arm sticks out in front of me.

He motions his head towards Angel, suggesting she might not be aloud back with me.

“Oh! Um.. she's my friend,” I reassure the bulky man, than quieter, “She's cool. Trust me.”

He nods once while warily lifting his arm out of our way. I'm almost positive Greyson talked to him and made sure he attended to all my needs. I almost wish he didn't. I'm weird, I know.

“Okay, Greyson's area is off over there. We can chill there and wait for him,” I motion to a small area with a few fold out chairs, a cooler with water, and a large, blue tent-like thing over it.

We sit together, and listen to Greyson finish up a couple more songs. Angel was even more cool than I had thought.

We have multiple things in common: art, The Beatles, … Greyson. I had previously thought she was about 13, but it turns out she is the same age, older than Greyson. We laughed over the scene that took place in the movie theater. She thoughtfully nodded when I told her my woes of being in a new town, and having no one but Greyson. She told me she was new in town as well. Her dad just got stationed at Tinker Air Force Base. We decided to swap numbers, and made plans to “definitely meet up” later this week.

“You guys were the best crowd,” Greyson's voice echoes to me and Angel, “I love OKC!!! Sadly, I have to end it here.” Cries of teenaged girls pierces the air. “I know. I know. I promise to see you all again soon! I love you!”

I see Greyson sprint backstage. He looks around, small creases in between his eyebrows, until his eyes lock onto mine. The corner of his lips rises a little. He walks over to me with out looking away. The small butterflies that made home in my stomach the moment I met Greyson start to flutter. When the small distance between me and Greyson, and gently pressed his lips to mine.

“I lost you in the crowd during the first song. I was … a little worried,” He admits bashfully, wrapping his fingers around mine.

“I'm sorry. I was getting some looks from the people around me,” I look down at our hands, and run my thumb along his palm.

“It's fine,” Greyson smiles at me before placing a small kiss on my forehead.

Angel clears her throat, and giggles. Greyson looks over in surprise, suddenly aware of angel's presence.

“Hey, Angel right? From the movies?” Angel's face lights up instantly at the shear fact that he remembered her.

“Yup,” she replies simply. An awkward silence falls over the three of us. Angel pulls out her phone, and presses a few buttons.

“Oh gosh! I have five texts from my mom! I have to go!” with that Angel speed walks away.

“Making new friends?” Greyson chuckles.

“Surprising right?” He wraps his arm around my waist, and we walk to his mom, who is talking to Stacy.

“Greyson! I wanted to tell you that I talked to some of your producers, and they were wanting a couple of song ideas from you by the next time you get to L.A.” Stacy says. I feel Greyson tense slightly next to me.

“Oh.. Yeah I have a few in the works already,” he says delicately.

“Great!” Stacy turns away, and begins walking with Greyson's mom to the parking lot, me and Greyson not far behind.

“Can I hear what you have of songs so far? Maybe I can help,” I ask quietly in Greyson's ear.

“Well.. not really,” he replies stiffly, not looking at me.

“Oh, Management?” I ask a little disappointed.

“No, because there aren't any songs.”