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

Chapter 14

Authors Note Thingy

Does anyone else Oovoo their friends for 3 and a half house straight, then go text and talk to them over Instagram for another hour.

No?

Just me?

Okaaayyy....

Right now I'm also texting my friend Aaliyah right now.

Yesterday at school I decide to hang out with her and her friends during free period and I had only met one of them before, Amiya, and a couple of my friends (Jasmine, Liz, Abbey, Jacob etc.) came over to chat for a couple minutes at a time.

Her friends were like "Damn Aaliyah, how do ya know all these 8th graders?!" (Aaliyah is my age but stayed back 2 years after we became friends, so knows and is friends with all of my friends)

We were just like 'Are you FRUCKING serious?!' -_____-"

Whatever....

Dedicated to Aaliyah because she entertains me

My phone buzzed again.

It scared me so much I jumped (not literally cuz I'm sitting down but ya know...) and scared my cat who raced out of the room.

I shouted "NOOOOO LET ME LOVE YOU SHELLEY!!!!"

she didn't come back

*le sniff*

Enough about me feeling forever alone

On with the crapter!

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".... CHASE YOU DOWN UNTIL YOU LOVE ME PAPARAZZI!" he finishes, looking up from his piano and at me. "THANK YOU LONDON!" he screams before exiting the stage, grabbing my wrist in the process and pulling me with him. He takes out his ear plugs as do I. And then he starts laughing. "What?" I question, looking at him curiously. "You just walked on stage in sweat pants and without shoes that's going to be on international television!" he gasps in between laughs. I look down at my feet, remembering I had discarded my shoes in his dressing room, showing off my patterned neon and mix matched socks. I shrug, not seeing the big deal. "Only you would not care" he says recovering from his out burst. "Yeah yeah" I say, rolling my eyes and start running around on the floor, skating on my socks. "Can't do this with converse can ya?" I ask before he joins me, skating around before a random dude calls us.

He guides us to a closed off room, ordering us onto the couch before leaving. Well then... In less then 2 minutes a herd of about 10 girls charge in, all bouncing around, gushing at Greyson in awe. I mean, he's not bad lookin' but come on. A little respect for women in general please!

The security guard I hadn't even noticed ordered them into a line. Each got a picture, an autograph and a chance to talk to Greyson.

One girl had stuck behind to chat with me, being the only girl there not to give me evil eyes. She had dark, brown shimmering hair and eyes,complementing the color of her Carmel skin. Her name was Grace. We chatted mindlessly and exchanged numbers, since she seemed cool and not like a creeper.

When she left, I noticed only one girl left in the line. Blonde hair, blue eyes and when she glanced at me, a cold glare only to be replaced with a 1000 kilo watt smile when Grey greeted her. Well then....

Wait. A. Frakin'. Minute. I know that stare. That annoying voice. Not personally but I've definitely seen this girl before. I snap out only to hear her say "Yeah so, my family's super rich so I'm going to all your concerts in England! Isn't that great?!" and I groaned, not bothering to hide it. This girl already pisses me off and I don't even know her name. Ughhhhh.