Note: Hey, enjoy the next chapter! BTW, to that person who thinks we make Greyson too childish or whatever, if you don't like it don't read it. Obviously he isn't like that in real life. We all know that. Read and review!
There was a face.
"AH!" Everybody screamed and clung onto each other, Kamille clutching Greyson, Greyson clutching Brianna and Brianna clutching Cody. The flashlight fell out of Greyson's hands onto the ground with a resounding crash.
"Greyson, get the flashlight," Brianna whimpered. She was curled up in Cody's lap, with her arms around his waist, peeking out over his leg and wrapped up in his arms. Cody looked just as scared, his hands gripping Brianna's waist.
Greyson leaned over the bed with only the top half of his body, but then tipped over and fell onto his head with a soft "ouchie."
"You're an idiot," Kamille said, yanking him back up with the flashlight. She took the flashlight from his hands, and he pulled her onto his lap for protection. She waved the soft golden light ray from the wall onto the mirror, where they had seen the face.
"Is that…Cody?" She asked incredulously.
"What are you talking about?" Cody asked, as Brianna buried her face in Cody's leg, not looking into the mirror.
"Look!"
"Oh my God," Cody said slowly, and then they all started to laugh, except for Brianna who still wasn't looking up from fear.
"Guys, what is it?" Brianna asked.
"Why don't you see?" Cody asked, trying to pry her off of him. She allowed herself to be pulled away from him and her gaze drifted to the mirror again. It was Cody's face, reflected off a poster board peeking out from behind the bed.
Kamille reached over and picked up the piece of cardboard, which was covered in pictures of Cody.
"Brianna, did you make this?" Kamille asked. "You're way too obsessed."
"I didn't do it!" protested Brianna.
"Then who did?" Cody asked.
Greyson was humming Paparazzi and didn't seem to notice the questions all around him.
"Greyson," Kamille asked slowly. "Did you make a poster board full of Simpson?"
"Huh? Oh! Yeah…"
"Why?" Brianna asked, leaning across Cody's lap to look at him. Kamille kicked Brianna's knees, so she fell onto Cody, and then laughed as Brianna rolled her eyes, not bothering to get up.
"Because I like him," Greyson said simply.
"Okay…"
"Dude, you've got problems," Cody said, shifting his legs under Brianna's weight.
"At least he doesn't look like a half dead llama," Kamille said.
"Guys, it's exactly twenty three seconds past one thirty eight in the morning…Can we go to sleep?" Greyson asked, yawning.
"Okay, there's no way you can possibly know that!" Cody protested.
"We all have secret talents, Cody," Greyson said, smiling calmly. "You can put your shirt on both sleeves at a time, and I have a clock in my mind."
"Still, that's not-Wait, how did you know I could so that?"
"Well, it's getting late," Greyson yawned. "I'm going to sleep."
He put his head on Kamille's lap and closed his eyes. She stroked his hair off his head, rolling her eyes but smiling at him.
"Come sleep with me, Brie," Cody said, eyeing Greyson nervously.
"Oh my-" Kamille started, but Cody threw a bag of goldfish from the table next to her bed at her, and she smiled happily and began making them swim across Greyson's sleeping face.
Brianna followed Cody into his room, and they lie down and fell asleep.
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The next day, Cody woke up to find Kamille and Greyson staring at him and Brianna, as they ate from a giant bowl of popcorn.
"Shh…They're waking up," Greyson whispered, his eyes never leaving the sleeping teenagers.
"I know," Kamille whispered back.
"What are you weirdo's doing?" Cody murmured groggily. He reached for Brianna, and found her, then pulled her close.
"Notice how the male slowly finds his female companion," Kamille whispered, jotting down notes on a clipboard. Johnson was around her shoulders, hissing.
"Are you studying us?" Cody asked. He didn't seem surprised.
"Yep, for the sixth day in a row," Greyson said. "The mere observation of an experiment changes its effect, however, so that's why we haven't come out in the open with it."
"So you've spied on us all week?" Cody asked nervously. "What exactly have you seen?"
"Everything," Kamille whispered, deathly quiet. Brianna jolted awake, and looked around astonished at everyone surrounding her.
"Oh, hey guys," she said, brightly. "What are we talking about?"
"You and Cody, and your activities concerning the last week or so," Greyson said.
Brianna noticed the creepy smile on his face, and looked at Cody who was downright terrified. "So…Who wants to go to the aquarium?"
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Cody, Greyson, Kamille and Brianna all walked along at the aquarium, looking in different tanks and animal habitats, Greyson attempting to play tag with the fish. Kamille continuously hit her head on the glass tanks while yelling that the voices were trying to "steal her vacuum cleaner."
Meanwhile, Brianna and Cody were trying to have a normal date…But failing miserably.
"Hey little guy," Kamille said, pressing her face up against the tank. She stared at a little orange fish. "Sometimes I eat your brothers and sisters…You're the snack that smiles back, you know."
Cody rolled his eyes and gripped Brianna's hand tighter.
"They. Are. Crazy."
His breath tickled her ear and she giggled, throwing her arms around him.
"Oh, they're not that bad…"
Suddenly, they heard a splash from behind them and they turned quickly. Greyson was standing, looking completely comfortable, in a shark tank. All the way from his Converse to his collar was soaking wet.
"Oh my gosh, Greyson," Kamille shrieked. "What are you doing?"
"I wanted to swim with the dolphins," Greyson said happily.
"Oh, for the love of God," Cody said, rubbing his temples. "Greyson, that's a shark tank you're in!"
"Oh, it is?" Greyson asked, but he only looked mildly surprised. "That would explain the angry dolphin."
A shark was slowly approaching him, as Brianna laughed. But her laughter slowly turned to fright as it circled closer.
"Cody, save him," Brianna ordered, punching her boyfriend's arm. Cody sighed, and then reached into the tank, pulling Greyson up by his shoulders.
"Wow, thanks," Greyson said. "That's going to make an amazing picture…"
"What?" Cody asked, shaking his wet jacket off and dropping it to the floor.
"Nothing, nothing at all…"