Okay! Here's the next chapter. And if you people don't start to review, we're calling the fanfiction police! WHHHHEEEE-WHOOOOO! Do you hear their sirens? Sorry. I (StrawberryAngel) Just drank a LOT of chocolate milk and feel…strange.
"Oh my gosh, you brought them?" Said the hard Australian accent of none other than Cody Simpson.
Brianna stopped in her tracks. Why was Cody there? Didn't Greyson know that she froze up when he was around? Wait, had Cody said what she'd think he'd said? How rude of him!
"Like seeing your face brightens up our day," Brianna retorted immediately, at just the same time Kamille said the exact same words.
Kamille laughed and fist pounded Brianna, who smiled feebly.
Cody looked shocked at first. But then he seemed to smile a little bit.
"You can speak," he said finally.
"No duh," said Kamille. "You're smart, huh pretty boy?"
Cody glanced at her.
"Nice shirt," he said weakly.
Kamille smiled and straightened her "go die in a ditch" graphic t shirt. Brianna started to laugh.
"I still have no idea where she buys these things," she giggled.
"Duh," said Kamille. "Buy a mean shirt dot com."
Greyson gasped.
"Are you a member of their website?" He smiled excitedly.
Kamille blinked.
"I just made that up," she stated.
"Oh," said Greyson, turning bright red. "I knew that."
"Sure you did, Greyson, sure you did," said Brianna, patting his back sympathetically.
They both started cracking up.
"Wanna do something?" Cody asked, jumping into the conversation.
"Like what?" Brianna asked, just as Greyson said "Sure" and Kamille said "You're extremely annoying."
Cody ignored Kamille, as usual.
"We can go jump on the trampoline," offered Greyson.
"I love trampolines!" Kamille screamed.
They all stared.
"What?" She asked. "That's right, I'm cool."
"Um, that's not a good idea," said Brianna.
"Why not?" Greyson wondered.
"I'm wearing a skirt," Brianna said, looking down at her white skirt paired with her blue butterfly-d tank top.
"That's okay," said Cody.
"Excuse me?"
"I meant you could just borrow some of Greyson's pants," blushed Cody.
"Yeah," said Greyson. "The room upstairs and to the left is mine."
"C'mon, Kamille," said Brianna, taking her cousin's hand. They both ran up the steps and into the room Greyson had mentioned.
The room had a wooden floor and the cream colored walls were decorated with many posters of old Rock n' Roll bands.
"Kamille, this is Greyson Chance's room!" Squeaked Brianna.
"Yes, I'd imagine so," said Kamille. "I wonder what kind of underwear he wears?"
"You're a freak," stated Brianna.
"That's right," agreed Kamille.
"Help me find pants," said Brianna.
Kamille dug through a chest of drawers in the center of the room, scattering clothes all over the place.
"Here," she said, throwing a pair of grey sweatpants at Brianna. "They match your shirt."
"I've taught you so well," beamed Brianna.
She took of her skirt and slipped into Greyson's sweatpants. They hung around her hips and she rolled up the ankles.
"Ready to go?" Brianna asked. Kamille was still looking through Greyson's drawers.
"Boxers," she finally said, straightening up.
"Eww," laughed Brianna. "That's just wrong."
"What?"
"Looking at Greyson Chance's underpants."
"Yeah, well," said Kamille. "That's just how I roll."
"Freak," muttered Brianna, as they entered the room Cody and Greyson were in.
"Ready to jump?" Greyson asked, taking one of both Brianna and Kamille's hands, and leading them through the house and down the basement steps. He stuck his tongue out at Cody as if to say, "Haha. I'm holding two girls hands and you're holding none."
Cody looked ashamed.
"This is my trampoline!" Said Greyson, excitedly.
It was huge. At least thirty feet long. It took up a lot of the basement.
"Cool," said Brianna and Kamille running over to it.
Greyson's pants started to fall down on Kamille, and she pulled them up a little bit.
"My pants look funny on you," giggled Greyson, hopping on the trampoline.
"Shut up," laughed Brianna, playfully swatting his arm as he clambered on the trampoline.
"Did you just hit me?" Greyson asked, pretending to be shocked as he bounced over to Brianna.
"Sure did," she giggled.
"That's not allowed," said Greyson. "That angers a certain friend of mine."
"A friend?" Asked Brianna, her forehead crinkling in confusion. Cody got up onto the trampoline, despite Kamille's attempts to push him back onto the ground.
"Yes a friend," said Greyson seriously. "My friend the TICKLE MONSTER!"
He ran at Brianna and tackled her onto the trampoline, before kneeling over her and tickling her sides.
"Greyson!" Brianna shrieked. "Get offa me!"
He continued tickling her.
"I will call the police," Brianna shouted through her laughter.
"I'm frightened," chortled Greyson, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. He helped Brianna off her back and onto her feet.
"You should be," said Brianna. She bounced on the trampoline and Cody looked at her strangely.
"Can I help you?" Brianna asked, eyebrows raised.
"No," said Cody, looking away. He continued to bounce on the trampoline, a look of utter confusion playing on his perfect features.
Brianna glanced at Kamille who rolled her eyes, then at Greyson who was trying to do a flip.
"And JUMP!" Greyson shrieked, trying to flip in midair. He fell on his back and then was still.
"Uh, Greyson?" Brianna asked. He was unmoving.
"Is he dead?" Kamille asked hopefully.
They both kneeled next to him, shaking him gently.
"Greyson, are you alright?" Brianna asked, starting to become worried. She shook him harder.
Suddenly, Greyson's brown eyes opened widely. He looked at Brianna.
"TICKLE MONSTER PART TWO!"
He attacked her and she fell backwards.
"Greyson!" She screamed. "You scared the crap out of me! Don't ever do that again."
Kamille fell back laughing hysterically.
Greyson continued tickling Brianna, who squirmed from side to side yelling at him.
Cody looked over at the girls and Greyson and felt a little left out. But he felt something more, too. Jealousy. He made his way over to them.
"Guys, I think Greyson's sick," said Cody, looking at both girls.
"I'm not si-" Greyson started to say. Cody quickly kicked him in the shin and he leaned over.
"Oof," Greyson said, hunching over.
"Uh-oh," said Brianna. "Should we do something?"
"Yeah," said Cody. "Go get a bag in case he throws up. Upstairs and in the closet next to the bathroom.
"Kay," said Brianna, dragging Kamille's hand all the way up the steps. They ran to get a barf bag, and then made their way back downstairs.
"Wait, be quiet a sec," said Kamille.
"Huh?" Brianna asked.
"Shh…" Kamille tiptoed down a few more steps and they both stared at the boys through a crack in the stair.
"Why'd you kick me?" Greyson was asking.
"I needed to ask you something," Cody said quickly. "D-Do you like either of those girls?"