Hey Hey! I'm BACK! I'm taking a break from book related stories. So, I'm doing this one. I don't own Anything! If I did Greg would have gotten a GF- MEEEEEE!

Chapter 1: His WHAT?

NataliePOV

"Dad, when will we get there?" I said. Hi, I'm Natalie Higgins and I'm 13 years old. I'm on my way to my Dad's coach's funeral. I know, it's weird. But, that coach means a whole lot to him and his old buddies. My dad's name is Marcus. He's got a, uh, reputation of being a player. Yeah, I had THE TALK earlier in life cuz I would always hear him, but oh well. I'm kind of scared about what his FRIENDS will be like.
"Hey, Dad." I said. "Will there be any kids, you know, MY AGE there?"
"Of course." He said, flipping his blonde hair. "My friend Lenny Feder has 2 kids your age, Greg, who's 13, and Keithie, who's about 12. Also, my friend Eric Lamonsoff has a 12 year old daughter, Donna. You will have loads of fun. Especially at the lake house." Hm, Greg. Only one that's exactly my age. Greg Feder. Sounds hot.
"Okay, but, Dad? Do I really have to sing at the funeral?"
"Nats, you NEVER have to. But, I think everyone would be happy if you did. Oh, look we're here. And there are the Feders. I looked out the window and saw them. Hollywood people. But, the one with bushier hair and pale skin was SO hot. Must be Greg. At least I dressed cute. I was wearing a black leather mini skirt, a dark green strapless top, a leather mini jacket, and 3 inch high heeled black boots. I sing at a bunch of parties and stuff, so I've got money. My brown hair with blonde highlights was curled and pulled into a high pony tail with one strand hanging on each side of my face. As I stepped out of the car, the hot one stared at me. Here we go.
"Hollywood!" My dad said. "What up, man?"
"Marcus! What did I tell you about the 'Hollywood' thing?" said Lenny.
"Whatever. Oh, Nats came here. Lenny, I want you to meet my daughter. This is Natalie." Great he had to introduce me.
"A daughter. Dang, man. You said you'd never have one. Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Natalie. This is my son Greg. I'm guessing you're about the same age." Yep, he's the hot one.
Lenny and my dad went to talk to their other buddies.
"Hey, babe." Greg said. Oh, yay. I like this game.
"What's up hot stuff?" he looked shocked that I said that, but we both couldn't help it. We started laughing. Over the next hour, we talked. I learned that he did live in L.A. His mom was a designer and his dad an agent. I told him about singing and how I was scared to do it today.
"Nat, I'm guessing you're really good." he said. "I think you should do it."
"Okay." I said. Then, the service started. After Lenny spoke and Rob sang, I was up.
"You can do it, Nat." Greg said, and I realized I was shaking.
"Okay." Here I go. I walked up and started.

"From what I've heard, this was one of coach's more recent favorite songs. This is Last Name." The old team started screaming how he did love it and it started.

"Last night, I got served a little bit too much of that poison, baby
Last night, I did things I'm not proud of
And I got a little crazy
Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor and I let him call me baby

And I don't even know his last name
My momma would be so ashamed
It started off, "hey cutie where you from"
And then it turned into oh no, what have I done
And I don't even know his last name

We left, the club, 'bout around 3 o'clock in the morning
His Pinto, sitting there, in the parking lot, well it should have been a warning
I had no clue what I was getting into
So, I'll blame it on the Cuervo
Oh where did my manners go?

I don't even know his last name
Oh My momma would be so ashamed
It started off, "hey cutie where you from"
And then it turned into "oh no, what have I done"
And I don't even know his last name

Here we go

Today, I woke up, thinking about Elvis somewhere in Vegas
I'm not sure how I got here
Or how this ring on my left hand just appeared outta nowhere
I gotta go take the chips and the Pinto and hit the road
They say what happens here, stays here, all of this will disappear

There's just one little problem

I don't even know my last name
Oh My momma would be so ashamed
It started off, "hey cutie where you from"
And then it turned into "oh no, what have I done"
And I don't even know my last name

What have I done
What have I done
What have I done

Oh, what have I done
I don't even know my last name

Well it turned into, oh no what have I done
And I don't even know my last name
Yea, Yeah, Yeah

I don't even know my last name
It started off "hey cutie where you from"
And then it turned into, oh no what have I done
And I don't even know my last name
Oh, yeah"

They all started clapping. I smiled at Greg, not knowing what would happen next.

That's it. Please review. I dont own Carrie Underwood