her name was grace || clifford

1. naps

michael was running, and running, and just running through the field of flowers. it wasn't really a "field of flowers," but it was a field, and it had its share of flowers. this was were michael met her.

as i said, he was running when he came across her. she was lying down, using a black backpack as a pillow, a rock underneath her 'pillow.' michael thought she might have been dead when he first laid his eyes upon her. her skin pale, her hands limp on her stomach.

michael shook the stranger, making sure she was alive and well. she woke up, and looked slightly alarmed when she saw michael. she pulled her sweater (the misfits) down around her stomach, then she pulled down the right sleeve.

"hi," michael managed to squeak out.

"hey there," the girl said, pushing her self up so that she was sitting back, all her weight on her elbows. even though the two had just met, michael instantly felt something click.

"what's your name? i'm michael clifford," michael asked. hopefully i mentioned he was fifteen, not seven.

the girl leaned up, taking michael's hand in hers, shaking it. "grace lee, pleasure to meet you michael."

michael shook back. "how are you doing on this fine evening, grace?"

"i'm tired, but it's been a pleasure being woken up by someone with such pretty hair. wanna go spin?" she got to the point of things, that was one of the millions of things michael just absolutely loved about grace.

"spin? what do you mean?" michael had no idea what she meant by spin. he thought maybe she meant spinning in circles like he did with his friends when he was younger, but she couldn't mean that.

"well, michael, we will indeed spin in circles like children, and it will be fun," she said, grabbing her backpack and putting one strap on her shoulder. that was another great thing about grace lee, if she wanted to do something, she'd do it. she didn't care about other people's opinion, or at least that was what michael thought. she walked a few feet, then turned around.

"michael, come on. watch me." she spun in circles for about three minutes straight that time, quickly too. finally, she fell over.

michael knew he could do it. "one, two, three!" he shouted. he spun forever, and grace was sitting next to a small, white patch of flowers. "how long did i last," michael asked, finally falling down, chuckling.

"one minute, thirty-two seconds," grace giggled. michael loved that, too. god, her laugh. her giggle. she was absolutely perfect, in every single way possible.

"hooray," he chuckled, "i'm tired." he sighed, laying down beside grace. "grace?" she groaned in response. "wanna take a nap."

"michael clifford?" he groaned in response, cracking a small grin. "you've read my mind, and that should be an absolute honor."

"it is indeed, ma'am. now, let's get to that nap," michael said, adjusting his beanie on his head.

she opened her bag to reveal a pink blanket. she put it over michael and herself, then finally putting the backpack underneath her and michael's heads. it took only about seven minutes for grace to fall asleep, small snores coming out of her mouth. on the other hand, it took michael forever. he just sat there, bored out of his mind, staring at grace's bracelets. michael saw so many band bracelets just on her right wrist. he saw all time low, sleeping with sirens, pierce the veil, my chemical romance, one direction, and fall out boy. he saw three more bracelets on her left wrist, but only one was a rubber band bracelet. the bracelet said against the current, and the other two were those rainbow loom bracelets. but, then that's the first time he saw her scars. some were recent, and some were faded. he just thought he would ask her later. he couldn't think of grace lee, this confident looking work of art, ever purposely harming herself. michael finally dozed off, after hearing grace's snoring for almost two hours.

michael had met grace early that day. well, before noon. michael had fallen asleep at around four, and he woke up to see grace staring up at the twinkling stars. the stars that twinkled like her eyes.

"what time is it, grace?" michael groaned.

"about eleven, why?" grace shrugged like it wasn't that big of a deal. it was a huge deal to michael, probably because his curfew was ten o'clock.

"i've got to go, grace, but we will meet again, for sure!" michael muttered quickly.

"how about you give me your number?" grace smirked. Michael had never actually given a girl his number. the only people that had his number were some of his family members, and some school friends.

"uh, sure. it's, uh, 867-5309." michael said shyly.

"okay, and mine's simple enough: 967-4444."

"great, i'll, uh, text you later." michael muttered. he had just gotten the prettiest girl he had ever met's number. this was a huge accomplishment for fifteen year old michael. this was a huge accomplishment for michael in general.

michael was about fifteen yards away when he saw grace sprawl back down on the ground. "grace!" he called out.

"yea?"

"where are you sleeping tonight, grace. where do you live?" michael didn't want to sound like a creep, but he couldn't rest knowing grace might not have a place to stay.

"uhh, on jefferson road. i-"

"the place with the trailers?" now he sounded rude.

"yes. bu-" michael interrupted once again.

"let me drive you."

so that was what he did. he drove her home, illegally, but he still drove her. he was fifteen, and illegally driving his dad's pickup, but he wasn't going to wreck or anything. he'd been driving since he was twelve, anyway.

but, that was his first night with grace lee. he had made himself a new friend. and he was more excited than a seven year old making his first friend.

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gaah sigh i'm terrible in writing in guy's povs sigh lol. have a nice day/night/morning !!!