YOUR POV.
"First blood!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAMN IT." I shouted while playing Warcraft, my favorite game. lol idc about your opinions.
"OMG, [YN]!!!!!! Come here!!!! Oh my glob." Meet my crazy (butthole-looking) cousin, Hermione.
"NO." I refused, rolling my eyes.. "I AM BUSY SO SHUT UP."
She went up and turned the computer switch off and this brought me to madness.
"What is it that you want, butthole?"
"My husband, Greyson is coming back here in LA and will be doing a mini concert and I'm coming!" She shrieked.
That's it?
"WHO CARES!?"
"You're coming with me."
"In your face, butthole." I said. "There's no way I'm going with you in that concert."
"Why do you even hate him? He's sexy." She drooled.
"LOL NO."
"You're still going with me."
"I said, NO."
"Okay, fine. I'll just tell your mom about your low grades and you'll be grounded forever." She said, almost leaving the door.
"Wait. I'll go with you!" I shouted. WHY THE FCK DID I SAY THAT.
"Oh my glob, really?"
"You left me no choice, so fine." I answered,
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You Are The Chosen One. (A Greyson Chance fanfiction)
FanfictionAre you still going to consider yourself lucky being picked as the 'lucky' one who'll get to meet and date the only popstar you hate? Is this what you call GOOD or BAD luck?
