Note: We forgot to mention that Brianna is 13. Please review!
"Ready to meet them?"
"Ready to…" Brianna looked like she might faint. Kamille grabbed her hand and led her through to the ticket booth guy who scanned the backstage passes and showed them through a door on the left.
Kamille and Brianna walked all the way down a long hallway, before there was a door with a handprinted sign that said backstage. Brianna stopped. Kamille tried to pull her further, but failed. Neither girl was very strong, but since Brianna was older, taller and heavier, she had the advantage.
"Come on," demanded Kamille.
"Wait," said Brianna. "Are you serious about this? Or is it another one of your jokes?"
"I'm dead serious," responded Kamille. "Do you want to meet them or not? You've talked about nothing but Cody Simpson for the last year. And now's your chance to meet them! Come on Brie."
Brianna looked nervous.
"Look," said Kamille, her softer side coming out. "You have told everybody that someday you'll meet Cody Simpson and get him to fall in love with you. Now I know that the second part probably won't happen, but don't you want to at least meet the guy?"
Brianna nodded, twisting her long side braid anxiously.
"So quit being stupid and come meet Cody Simpson!"
"Okay," said Brianna, taking a deep breath. "But do I look okay? Is a side braid too formal? What about my clothes? What should I say to Cody? Do I look nervous? Should I put on more lip-gloss?"
"You look great, yes, cute, start by saying hi, a little bit, and definitely not. You're wearing enough lip-gloss to last you through September."
"Wait, a side braid is too formal?"
"A little. I'll fix it."
Kamille reached up and yanked on her cousin's braid until the elastic holding it fell out and her shiny light brown-almost gold hair settled into waves.
Brianna squealed in pain.
"Okay, you're good," grinned Kamille, pushing the door open.
Brianna, muttering about scalp pain, followed Kamille backstage.
"Aah," greeted a man once they got there. "You're the girls that have backstage passes? Cody and Greyson are just dyyyyyyyyiiiiiiinnnnggg to meet you."
The man flashed a toothy smile and Brianna tried not to crack up.
"Greeeaaaat," Kamille exaggerated her voice just like the man. "Where shallllll weeeee ggooooo?"
The man frowned, and led them to a door with a sign that said "Cody and Greyson".
"Right in theeeeeere girls," he said. Kamille and Brianna burst into laughter, and the door opened.
The room inside was empty.
"You can wait for them in here. They're doooooiiing a sound check," the man said, in his nasally voice.
"Greeeeeat," Kamille said, slamming the door in his voice.
"Goooooooooodbye," giggled Brianna.
Both girls fell onto the couch laughing until they were almost in tears. They didn't even notice when the door swung open.
Kamille had laughter tears streaming down her cheeks, and Brianna's cheeks were flushed.
"Wow," said a voice in the doorway. "It's not every day we find two pretty girls in our dressing room, Greyson."
Brianna stopped laughing at once. Without even looking up, she knew that voice. It was the voice that she had listened two on repeat for the last year. It was the smooth Australian accent that she swooned over time and time again.
It was Cody Simpson.
"That's not scripted at all," said Kamille, sarcastically. She sat up and fixed her shirt so that "I HATE YOU" was clear.
Brianna looked up shyly and saw Cody Simpson's smile fade. He wore a white v neck, a black jacket with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, a pair of dark skinny jeans and black Pastry's. His hair was falling perfectly into his aqua-grayish green eyes.
Greyson Chance, a few inches shorter than Cody was standing next to him. He wore a Mick Jagger shirt, jeans and black converse with his Bite The Bullet necklace. He smiled happily at Brianna, and she felt her face return the grin. His same smile that she had admired through magazines and in videos was at least ten times more amazing in person.
Cody ignored Kamille's comment professionally and made his way over to the girls. He sat on the arm of the couch closest to Brianna.
"What're your names?" He asked.
"My name is none of your business," said Kamille, picking at her black painted nails. Greyson looked over curiously at Kamille.
"Aren't you a fan?" He asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
"Nope," Kamille said, conversationally. "I hate you both."
Greyson raised his eyebrows at Cody.
"Then why are you here?" Cody asked.
"Because my cousin is obsessed with you guys," answered Kamille. "Say something, Brie," she said nudging her best friend with her foot.
"Hi," squeaked Brianna.
"So your name's Brie," said Cody. "Is that short for something?"
Brianna was too StarStruck to speak.
"Um…" She said, gazing at Cody sitting only about a foot from her, slightly raised as he was on the arm of the couch.
"Your name is Brianna," said Kamille slowly.
"Right," Brianna said, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
"I like it," smiled Cody. "And you're a fan?"
Brianna just stared at him.
"She does talk, doesn't she?" Cody asked, raising his eyebrows at Kamille.
"Of course she does," said Kamille impatiently. "She usually doesn't stop talking. And half the stuff that comes out of her mouth is about you or Greyson Chance. It's extremely annoying."
"Are you a little shy, Angel?" Cody asked Brianna, brushing her shoulder with his hand playfully. "Because you don't need to be."
"She's not shy at all, believe me," said Kamille.
"Then why isn't she talking?" Cody asked impatiently, just as an announcement came over the loud speakers.
"Cody foooooor a sound check," said the nasally voice. Brianna and Kamille looked at each other and started to laugh.
Cody shook his head in confusion and then went for his sound check, closing the door behind him.
"What's so funny?" Asked Greyson, smiling. "Do I get to know the joke?"
"No," snapped Kamille, just as Brianna giggled "Sure."
"I'm sorry for her," said Brianna, smiling. "She's kinda…Well, she's just plain mean sometimes."
"Well okay," said Greyson. "Hey! You can talk!"
"Yeah," Brianna laughed. "I sure can."
He laughed.
"Then why so quiet around Cody?"
"I dunno," blushed Brianna. She couldn't explain why she was so shy around him. She liked Greyson almost as much, and she liked his music even better. He was cuter than Cody, because Brianna argued with any one that would listen that Greyson was cute and Cody was hot. She was fine around Greyson. Just a little StarStruck.
Kamille, Greyson, and Brianna hung out a while longer, before the concert started and Kamille and Brianna walked to their front row seats. Brianna watched them perform while Kamille put in headphones and listened to Big Time Rush. What a surprise.
"I'd like to bring a couple girls on stage," said Cody halfway through his performance. A bodyguard led Brianna and Kamille up the steps and onto the stage.
Cody reached out to hold one of each girl's hands. Kamille slapped him a high five, and Cody rolled his eyes. Instead, he held both of Brianna's hands.
Cody started to sing Not Just You to Brianna, staring into her brown eyes flecked with gold with his own.
It would have been the most romantic moment in her life if Kamille wasn't whispering the entire time.
"Oh my god. Look at his hair. It's like the sun threw up on his head."
Before you go away, you need to realize.
Baby it's not just you. You know it hurts me too.
"Wanna what hurts me? This song!" Kamille whispered. "He thinks he's so cool with his Australian accent. Do you think he says things like, "Bloody hell! That kangaroo just bit my mum!"?"
I'm sorry I wasn't there to catch the fall.
I didn't hear you when you called, all of those nights.
"Shut up!" Moaned Kamille, her voice raising a little.
Please don't forget the good times with me.
I can make back the heart aching grief.
When it gets dark, and it's hard to see
I'll turn on the light.
"No! If you turn on the light we can see your face!"
Cody, looking offended, finished his song and dropped Brianna's hands.
"Kami, I think he heard you," whispered Brianna as they walked off stage.
"So?" She asked, amused.
"So he probably thinks we're nutcases!"
"That's not my fault, Ms. I'm quiet when a boy I like talks to me."
"At least he didn't think I was mean!"
"Like I care what he thinks."
"Ugh!" Brianna groaned. "You're impossible."
She pushed through the people until she was at the exit. She started walking down the long hallway.
"Wait!" A voice called. "Brie!"
"I just wanna be by myself, Kami," yelled Brianna, speeding up.
"Okay, I know my voice hasn't really changed yet, but that's kind of offensive."
Brianna whirled around.
"Greyson?"
"Yeah," he said, sticking his hands in his pockets and walking back and forth. "Are you and Kamille, like from around here?"
"No, but we'll be here all summer," beamed Brianna.
"Cool!" He sounded excited. "Can I have your number? Maybe we can hang out."
Kamille came out, just as Brianna and Greyson were exchanging numbers.
"I'll text you tomorrow," said Greyson. Brianna was startled when he hugged her goodbye. Kamille allowed him to hug her also and then Greyson rushed away.
"Kamille?" Brianna asked.
"Yes?"
"That was Greyson Chance."
"No freaking' duh."