all of me (Gracie Abrams/You)

Prologue

"Watch out--"

The warning didn't come quite fast enough. The brunette didn't even react to her best friend's voice and bumped straight into the girl coming out of the coffee shop. The impact was slightly harder than preferable, as neither of them was paying attention. It resulted in the iced coffee painting the Y/E/C-eyed girl's white blouse a less flattering beige-brown colour. 

"Dude, what the fuck!" Y/N yelled out, putting her arms out to attempt to save the mess. It couldn't. She looked up again and saw the stranger not even bothering to stop her pace. "Hey, are you really just-- Hey! What kind of a fucking bitch are you to not even..." It was no use really, the brunette was already disappearing into the crowd. The girl's blonde friend tried to apologise for her, but Y/N just blocked all of that out. She stared hard at the brown wavy locks. She actually did catch a glimpse of the rude girl before she slipped between her fingers like that, just a pair of sad brown eyes framed by dark eyebrows. The longer her gaze stayed on the stranger, the heavier this wavering sadness started weighing down on her chest. Another stupid lookalike. She finally managed to tear her eyes away from her and settled back on the lovely stain on her shirt. "Fuck!"

Yeah, needless to say, that unprofessional look, on top of the nasty attitude she developed after that encounter, did not help her impress her potential future employer. 

That brunette didn't really leave her mind either. Haunting might be a better word. She felt familiar, and Y/N hated that. It was already bad enough that that girl was her type, which also, of course, happened to be 78% of the female population here in Los Angeles. But for her to trigger some weird sense of familiarity and have her quite literally knock the wind out of her earlier... that was bad-bad. And as horrible as it was, that shitty arrogant attitude of hers earlier only intrigued her more.  

"I don't know how to deal with this constant back-and-forth shit, it's like I don't even know you sometimes. I don't know what you want from me!" a guy's voice echoed through the empty street. 

"I'm sorry, I promise I'll do better. Please, don't leave me."

Y/N squinted her eyes a little and saw a couple arguing and tugging at the end of the street. She tried to slow down her pace to avoid walking straight past the mess, but it seemed like the couple really wanted her involved. Just as Y/N was brushing past them, the guy started walking too. The girl immediately chased after them and tried to grab his hand. It became increasingly harder for Y/N to pretend to not see anything, she could consider crossing the street, but the incoming traffic wasn't helping. Staying put will just be too awkward. God, why can't they argue... elsewhere? She just wanted to peacefully deliver some groceries that were maybe worth five bucks of tips if she was lucky. 

"Abrams, just fucking leave me alone, will you?!" the guy yelled. 

That got Y/N to steal a peek at the pair. She could swear her eyes almost bulged out of its sockets. Was she actually hallucinating about a stranger or was it just her luck to run into her twice in one day, just hours apart? She was so distraught by it that she was mere inches from running into a pole. Well, that got her separated from them, the couple continued their way down the street as she stood frozen in front of the lamppost. She wasn't even sure where her mind went, she just blanked out, simply. 

After a second or two, she saw the guy from earlier walk past her again. It was only him this time. She shook herself out of her trance and continued her way to the address on her phone. About three seconds later, brown hair whizzed past and a body collided hard against her, making her drop the bag she was holding. All the contents hit the ground with a loud crash. Yeah, I don't think that bottle of vodka and the eggs survived, nor anything else for that matter. The girl was ready to walk past her just like that again, but she knew better this time. Y/N grabbed ahold of the brunette's arm, pulling her back just as she was about to depart. "You have a serious fucking problem with me, don't you?" Y/N cussed. "Maybe, just maybe you should learn to watch where the fuck you're going."