Crazy But True (SEQUEL TO ON MY MIND) [COMPLETED]

Well, this is awkward. {Chapter Seven}

Maggie’s POV

 

Recap:

Tiffany and I looked at each other confused.

Another 5 minutes went by, and we came to a stop at someone’s house.

Cody grabbed my hand, and we all walked up to the front door.

He rung the doorbell, and we waited in silence.

“I got it, mom!” A boy’s voice said on the other side of the door.

 

The door swung open to reveal a boy about our age.

“Hey, Cody!” He said.

“Hey!” Cody said, giving him a man hug.

“Ah, you must be Maggie. We haven’t fully met yet.” Greyson said, holding out his hand for me to shake.

I smiled, and shook his hand.

Greyson and I talked on twitter before but that was it. I saw him a few times while Cody and I were walking around LA but other than that, we haven’t actually talked in person before.

I looked at Tiffany and she had the biggest smile on her face.

Greyson looked at her.

“Who’s this?” He asked stepping towards her.

Tiffany’s eyes widened.

“I-I I’m Tiffany.” Tiffany said, with tears in her eyes.

I looked at her confused.

“You’re a fan?” Greyson asked her, taking another step towards her.

Tiffany nodded her head quickly.

Greyson smiled then wrapped his arms around her.

The tears just spilled out of Tiffany’s eyes as she hugged Greyson back.

Cody looked at me and smiled.

I smiled back.

Greyson and Tiffany let go of each other and smiled.

“Come on in guys!” Greyson said walking inside of his house and motioning for us to come in.

“Tiffany, are you okay?” I whispered to Tiffany.

“Yes, I just can’t believe I’m at Greyson Chance’s house!” She whispered back.

I laughed.

Greyson lead us into what looked like a living room. There were two couches and a TV. Also, a bookshelf, piano, and other things you would find in a living room.

“You girls can sit down if you’d like.” Greyson said, smiling at Tiffany and I.

“Uh, you girls stay here while Greyson and I talk in the kitchen.” Cody said, pulling Greyson into the kitchen.

Tiffany and I sat on one of the couches.

She looked at me.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” She asked.

“I’ll go find out.” I said, getting up off the couch.

I slowly made my way to the kitchen where I heard Cody and Greyson talking.

“She doesn’t have a home, Greyson.” Cody said.

They didn’t notice I was standing there yet.