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

Chapter 15

Authors Note Thingy

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!

I made enough food for 50 people.

I only feed 5 and 2 dogs and 3 cats.

We be havin' an animal farm all up in this peace!

That was your daily dose of ghetto.

My friend Talia always says shut like that.

She admits to being white trash.

I'm in a bad mood.

A slut commented on one of my Instagram pics 'Where was this taken?'

It was a screenshot of an e card I got.

And I told her to stop whoring around. Every photo she had was her boobs pouring out of her bra.

Fucking disgusting

Disclaimer: I do not get along with sluts.

I'm going Black Friday shopping soon.

So I'll update this quick.

Dedicated to @bitethebullet (I don't know if I already dedicated one to her but am too lazy to check. Who cares anyways? You do? Then shoot me. IDGAF)

She left like the nicest comment ever on my last crapter.

Plus she used the word 'ninja' which automatically gets you points in my book.

So yeap.

On with the crapter!

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I walk to the bed and grab a bundle of clothes when I find I'm missing my socks. As I search for them I hear the door click. Shit.

"Hey Jess, where should I put the..." he trails off looking up, then staring back down at the basket full of laundry, his face red. "Umm" he starts, not meeting my eyes, not that I want him to. "Can you get dressed?" he asked, voice strained. That's weird...

"Yeah..." I say awkwardly before running back in the bathroom with my bundle, silently cursing myself for taking so long in the shower.

************ le minor time skip (a car ride in which I refuse to write**********

"I've never hated people so much" I mumble as I catch my breath from running from those crazy fans chasing Grey and I.

Greyson laughs, apparently hearing my negative comment. "Yeah," he says, stretching his back, "You've never been a people person. Well, except for kids." I nod, knowing its true. Kids are so innocent and naïve it's hard not to love them. And they look at everyone older than them like a superhero. And I like the sensation of being someone they can not only play with and be taught by, but be there for them.

"You're gonna be a great mother," he whispers, probably thinking I couldn't hear him. Or maybe he just said it inside his head? Whatever....

"Leggo," he says, breaking the not really awkward but not comfortable silence that had fallen upon us for half a minute. He and I walk until we are met by his manager, Troy, and Auntie Lisa. Troy winks at Grey before running out onto the platform, introducing Greyson.

I still find it hard to believe he's famous. I mean, the kid I cried with, hugged, dreamt next to, trusted and spent most of my childhood with, is a household name. I mean, it's hard to believe he's the short first grader I met from a burping contest, who at first I envied for being the oldest in the whole grade, while I'm a May baby, making me almost a full year younger than him. It's the same kid who puked on me in 4th grade. The same kid I shared dreams with in the park and who hated it when I payed for our regular ice creams.

My thoughts are interrupted by Aunt Lisa tugging on the sleeve of my well- worn out fleece jacket. It's a grey, patterned thing that's pretty old, but I could never bear to part with it. I bought it at Old Navy for $15, and wear it far more often than my North Face.

"I take it you don't want to wait around for 5 hours behind the curtain?" she asks/ says. I don't know which. A little bit of both. I nod, my eyes widening a bit at the words '5 hours'. Jeez. Doesn't that seem a bit long? Okay more like really long? Whatever...

"Come on, girl time, just you and me" she says happily, interlocking her arm with mine. I mentally groan. I love my Auntie Lisa, I mean, it's do hard not to. She has luscious brown curls and warm eyes and a friendly and hospitable personality that you instantly fall in love with. Scott is a lucky man. But better definition of fun, is no where close to mine. Of course, I'll never tell her this though. It'd make her feel bad for bringing me with her, making me feel even more horrible and guilty.

"Yeah," I say, putting on a strained smile as I hop back into the black van that had taken us to the building. "Closest mall to here, please!" Aunt Lisa calls to the driver, before flipping in a magazine she pulled out from her purse. I groan internally again and slouch in my seat. It's gonna be a long day....

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"Just one more try and then we can go have lunch," Aunt Lisa pleads, looking ready to drop to her knees and kiss my feet of needed.

"I don't see how a dress is necessary!" I exclaim, not bothering to hide my unhappiness. "Venues, parties, and social events" Aunt Lisa says smugly, "You need formal wear, like it or not." I open my left eye and peek at the woman standing in front of me. Damn those puppy eyes! "Fine!" I huff out, her facing lighting up. She cheers like a teenage girl before leading me into, yet another, clothing shop in the mall.

I hate my life.

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Rant:

At Thanksgiving dinner we are so classy at my house.

My mom and dad play catch with rolls from across the table.

My grandma literally drinks gravy when everyone has had their serving.

My sister ate with plastic utensils because "silverware is too heavy!"

My dogs sat at the table.

My cat wouldn't stop sniffing my leg.

I had a burping contest with my cousin Marco (his real name is Marcus but I call him Marco cuz it pisses him off ;p) via Oovoo.

Yeap we are classy motherfuckers.

Oh and I got a message with someone asking my Instagram cuz they couldn't find me with the old username I posted like 5 chapters ago.

I'm know:

@when_does_a_narwhal_bacon_.

If you can answer that question, comment it and I will love you forever.

BYE MY LOVELY AND SLIGHTLY SOCIALLY AWKWARD PICKLES!!!

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*le lovely and oh so slightly creepy virtual rose for you darlings* (read it like dahhhhlings)

Really long note today huh?

November 22, 2012 🐔(it's a chicken but just pretend it's a turkey)