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

Chapter 16

Authors Note Thingy:

So hey.

I realized the last chapter was really short.

Copy and paste was being a bitch.

Cuz I write these in the Notes app.

And I went Black Friday shopping.

At Hot Topic.

I bought 3 graphic t shirts and a pin.

But enough about my fabulous life.

Um yeah.

This crapter is dedicated to @Nina1DChance

I woke up to comment.

And it was a fucking fantabulous one.

One time I told my dad his hair was fantabulous.

He's bald.

I swear a lot, don't I?

Whelp,

On with the even crappier that usual crapter. (I accidentally spelled capter and auto correct changed the word to that instead of putting in a h. I am so proud :'). )

Oh and

WARNING: THIS CRAPTER CONTAINS MORE GIRLY- NESS THAN USUAL. I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE.

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After searching in the racks (and pulling almost everything out in my size, much to the employees dismay) Aunt Lisa gently pushes (*forces) me into a changing stall, slinging a dress over the top of the door for me to try on.

8 dresses later, both of us are getting more and more frustrated.

The pink one was too girly to look good on me. The bright green v neck was too showy. The blue number with a sweet heart neckline did nothing for my figure. And apparently, orange is so not my color. According to Aunt Lisa at least.

"Last one" she calls out, sounding a bit tired, and hands me another dress. Upon examination I see it's a strapless dress with a wire top and a black, pleated bottom, the colors being separated with a royal blue thin sash. The top is ruffled and has a bejeweled flower adornment at the right corner, made out of fake diamonds. Upon further examination, I find it's a clip you can take on or off.

Coolz.

I slip it on and smile at my reflection. It's hugs my curves, which is a new look for me, as I usually adorn graphic t shirts and flair style jeans, accompanied with my fleece coat. In this I actually feel... Pretty... I guess.

I unlock the hatch, which I did anyways even though Aunt Lisa had been standing at the door as a guard. She glanced a me, a small smile playing on her lips. "Twirl for me" she commanded, and I did so, the dress skirt flowing out from its usual place right above my knees. She now doesn't attempt to hide her happiness and smiles full on, glowing brightly, knowing I like it too by the expression on my face.

"You're getting it!" she squeals like a teenage girl, reminding me of Alexa in the process. I nod and walk back into the stall, stripping off the dress and handing it back to Auntie Lisa over the door so she can hang it back up for me.

I pick up my jeans, placing my feet in them, grabbing the waistline and jumping to bring them up to my hips. I pull my 'The Hunger Games' 'Team Gale' shirt over my head.

I've had it for years, as I read the book series before they were popular. I've of course read Mockingjay many times and much to my distress, know Katniss picked Peeta. But I like reading it over and over again, even though I know it always will get me frustrated. I like to imagine if I read it enough times, the words will magically change into the ones I want them to. I just think Peeta is unrealistic, as he holds no real flaws. And I can't get over the fact he attempted to kill Katmiss, hijacked by the Capital or not. Myeh.