1: I Love Math Now!

I don't own Greyson Chance, though I REALLY wish I did! Who has heard/gotten the new album? I just love it!

This is NOT a love story! Just two BFF's, Greyson and Allison. Allison was the girl in the Waiting Outside The Lines music video, in case you don't know.

"Haha, very funny," Greyson said to me. "Can you just hold my snow cone while I pay?" He handed me the black cherry snow cone as he got out his Warped Tour: 2009 duct tape wallet and pulled out a ten dollar bill. He handed it to the cashier, but he rejected.

"Sorry, Greyson. You know snow cones on us every Tuesday," he said. Greyson beamed and put the wallet back in his pocket. I handed the plastic cone back to him. Greyson and I waved as we set back down the street.

"Thanks, Dave!" We called back to him as we continued back down the street.

"Why does the sun have to be so bright?" I complained. "My cone is already melting and I haven't even gotten a bit of juice yet." Greyson laughed. He gave me that weird smile that I just love.

You see, Greyson and I have been, like, best friends since we can remember. It started when I accidentally kicked him in the face and gave him a little scar on his face. It's on his right cheek, but so faint you can barely see it. But it's still there. It's just one bitty part of Greyson that makes him just Greyson.

That's one thing that will never change. We were going to our annual every-Tuesday-ditch-lunch-after-chorus-to-get-a-snow-cone-down-the-street. He took mine. "Let's just switch," he said. "We haven't eaten any anyways." I took his black cherry.

"You don't even like watermelon-flavored ones," I said. He just laughed again and threw it in a passing trash can.

"I know. And you don't like black cherry either, though," he replied. "And besides. We've got, like, ten minutes before math class anyways." I nodded, shrugged, and threw mine away. It landed next to his, still melting in the sunlight, though it was still trapped in the big black trash can.

I was just sitting in class next to Greyson when he dropped his pencil. A sign that he needed to tell me something. I leaned under the table next to him. "Check to see who is calling. I think it's my Mom, but I can't tell," he said. His cell phone was on silent. We both got up and I pretended to hand him the pencil. He slid the slide slightly out of his pocket. Sure enough, his mom's picture was plastered on the front screen.

WHO'S CALLING: MOM
NUMBER: 334-4543

The phone read. "It's your mom," I mouthed to him. He nodded and raised his hand. He set his white mechanical pencil down on the desk on top of his math paper. He was still on number seventeen. I was only on number fifteen. Lucky.

Greyson was good at, like, everything. He would always deny it, but look at the facts. He had just pretty much taught Lady Gaga a lesson on Paparazzi and stuff, and he was way ahead of me.

I wasn't ever cut out for this whole school thing, which you can probably tell by now. It's a wonder I made it past kindergarten. The teacher, came over. "Yes, Greyson?" Greyson glanced at me.

"Um, I feel… uh, sick," he lied. "Can I, uh, go to the, uh, nurse?" he asked. You had to admire his courage. Greyson was a really good liar, though he would never admit it. He hated to lie.

I swear, if the people in heaven had Greyson's record at school, they'd add a halo ASAP, because he's halo-worthy. The teacher nodded.

"Of course. Allison, go with him," Mr. Greene said. He helped Greyson up. I had to keep from giggling. Greyson high-fived me and we went out into the hallway. Our footsteps echoed through the hallway as we made our way to the janitor's closet. He took out his cell phone.

"Gosh, she's texted me, like, fifty times," he said, scrolling through the long line of text messages. We both rolled our eyes as he dialed his mom's number.

"Greyson? Is that you?" His mom asked when she picked up.

"I swear, I didn't do anything," Greyson said innocently. He gave me his, 'oh, dang it, what did I do now?' look. "Allison will prove it, she was there the whole time today." His mom laughed.

"You're not in trouble," she said. "I want you home as soon as as school lets out, okay? And bring Allison with you, she'll want to hear this."

"Hear what?" I asked.

"Hello, Allison. You were so quiet, I didn't even hear you," Mrs. Chance replied. I did an imaginary wave.

"Well, there's a shocker," Greyson said, rolling his eyes. "Okay. Allison and I can be there at, like, three fifteen if we get through the 8th grade crowd fast enough." He hung up.

We both walked to class, wondering what Greyson's mom could be talking about. No one died or she would have told us…

So how was the first chapter? REVIEW please! I haven't been getting reviews pretty much all summer, so I'm very disappointed *wags finger at Fanfiction readers*. Maybe I'll upload a second chapter tomorrow evening if I get at least ten hits. Just maybe. And be sure to check out my newest story, an H2O one! Just click on my profile to find it. I also posted a songfic for Super 8. NO comparisons to Beaver, please.

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