[Greyson]
"Um, Greyson," I heard Allison say. Her voice was shaky, as if she was in front of a big crowd or something. I flipped my hair out of my eyes and walked into the room. Allison sat in the desk chair. Facebook ws opened to the page of us sitting together at Mc. Donalds. Her face was stunned. She gulped and choked back a sob. "You might want to see this." I sat down next to her. Most were nice comments like, "I'm SO HAPPY FOR YOU!" and "You two look really happy!".
"What? There's nothing wrong!" She scrolled the page down. Down below was a whole page of hate comments and death threats.
"See now?" She asked. There were millions of hate comments.
"GREYSON IS MINE! BREAK UP WITH HIM OR ELSE!"
"YOU CAN DO WAY BETTER, GREYSON!"
"SHE'S NOT EVEN PRETTY!"
"SHE SHOULD DIE FOR TAKING MY MAN!" Were just some of the least hateful comments. She slammed the laptop shut. My mom walked in after us.
"Did you see the comments?" She asked. I turned the computer towards her.
"We're looking at them right now," I said.
"Turn on channel seven," Mom replied. Still stunned, Allison scoped up the TV remote and turned it on. I flopped next to her, where she sat Indian-style. She put her head on my shoulder. My cover of Paparazzi was playing in one window, the picture of the two of us in another. I looked at her. Mom left.
"After changing their relationship status and posting a picture, 13 year-old Papparazi singer Greyson Chance and his 'girlfriend' Allison Cooper have both received hateful comments, all the way from 'she's not that pretty' to death threats such as 'Break up, or else you might not wake up tomorrow morning," the news announcer said. "Such comments have also been sween on videos such as Rebecca Black's 'Friday' video and Justin Beiber's fanpages. Back to you, Roary." I switched off the TV.
"What now?" She asked. I shrugged.
"It's just a post. What could happen? They won't really kill us. Maybe try and hurt us, but most defenitley not kill us," I said. "Just sleep on it, I say."
"You're right," she replied. "But I'm still scared." I held out my arms. I pulled the blanket close to us. She fell asleep soon after, as her breathing slowed and steadied. I didn't go to sleep for another long while.
[Allison]
I woke up to Greyson poking me. "Allison? Alli, wake the heck up," he said. I got up from the bed. He folded the blanket.
"How goes it?" He asked. I nodded.
"Fine."
"Where should we eat? I'm starving!" He said. I poked his stomach.
"You're going to get fat if you're always hungry. But I guess IHOP. There's one down the street," I said. IHOP was our favorite restraunt, next to Hard Rock café. That and Hot Topic were our favorite places to go. I quickly changed from my brother's oversized football t-shirt and shorts that I used for PJ's and into a black All Time Low t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and my converses. I put on my makeup and did my hair, all while Greyson took a shower. It honestly takes him forever. Especially when he sang. I swear, this morning I heard Take A Look At Me Now and Stranded about fifty million times. But I didn't care. As long as it wasn't Slipping Away, I was fine.
See, Slipping Away is like, my life. Greyson had sung it to me once, and said it would be alright. That was my favorite moment. But that song always comforted me, but made me break down and cry at the same time. Next to Cheyenne, that song was the second most depressing song on his CD. He came out wearing a white t-shirt under a black and grey button-up and jeans.
"You look beautiful," he said.
"Thanks, but htat doesn't fool me anymore. It was cute when we were seven," I said. He laughed. I stuck my head in his mom's door.
"We're going to IHOP. We'll be back soon," I said. She stuck her head out of the batroom.
"Okay, have fun, you two!" She called back. My mom would never let me and someone else go on the streets alone. At least, that's how James describes him. I put my phone in my back pocket and joined Greyson in the hallway.
[Greyson]
I was interrupted by the waitress. "Can I get you two anything to drink?" She asked.
"Oh, uh, a small water for me and a Sprite for her," I said. The wonman left.
"Water?" Allison said, staring at me.
"Soda is bad for my voice," I said. She smiled.
"Whatever." Three girls came up to us. They looked about seven, nine, and ten. The girl handed me a picture.
"Can we have your autograph?" She asked. I smiled.
"Of course. What's your name, sweetie?" I said.
"Heather," the girl answered. I signed the photo and handed it back to her.
"There you go, sweetie," I repled. The smaller girl came up to me.
"I love you, Greyson!" She said, giving me a squishing hug. She let go of me. After they left, the waitress came back with our drinks. She took our orders and left again.
"Your fans just adore you," Allison said.
"Yeah. I think that kid almost broke my ribs," I said. My stomach hurt with hunger.
"You're so weird." She laughed.
Yeah. I know that was probably rally bad and cheesy. Wanted to upload before I went to bed.
Tell me what you liked, what you didn't like, what you wanna see more of, and what you never wanna see again.