•That Wasn't The Plan• || Mikey Murphy Fanfiction

CHAPTER 1

"I'm sorry Mikey, I just can't keep going on like this. It's too hard. We need a break."

~Mikey~

I jolt up out of bed, remembering that nightmare. The nightmare that has now become my reality.I've lost her, and I don't know if I'll ever get her back.

Luke comes into my room, rubbing his eyes and still in his pj's. "You okay dude? I heard a weird noise." I take a deep breath and try to keep a normal face. "Yeah, just knocked something off my bed and it woke me up. I'm fine." He looks at me for a few more seconds, and I'm afraid he knows. I haven't been myself lately, not since that day. "Okay man, but you don't that good. I'm going to take a shower, unless you want to get in first?" I shake my head, and all I can hear is my heartbeat, quick and panicked. He leaves and I sigh. He probably thinks something's up, but doesn't want to ask until I'm ready.

I haven't told him about Grace and I yet. She made that terrible phone call when he was out, and I fell asleep with tears on my face, locked in my bedroom. That was over a week ago, I thought we would resolve it by now. But there's been nothing. No phone calls, not even a text. I miss her so much it makes my chest hurt. I can't bring myself to say it out loud, that we're over. I think if I said it out loud, I would start crying again and not be able to stop until she was back in my arms.

~Grace~

This day officially sucks, and it hasn't officially started. My car won't start, and I just keep banging my head on the steering wheel. The sound of the front door makes me stop. My mom just sighs when she sees me, and turns the key extra hard. Like magic, my car starts and the AC blasts my face. I grunt a thank you and pull out of the driveway. I haven't driven myself to school in forever. Something I'll have to get used to. I arrive at school a few minutes later and narrowly avoid hitting a group of football players. Freshman, I mutter to myself and silently put up a particular finger.

It's Monday, the second week of school, and all I can think about is that stupid note. The note that made me question that phone call even more, the one that makes me want to hit something. I walk angrily to the library, where none of my friends are to be found. I look around and just decide to go to the back anyway. In my favorite chair is a group of underclassmen. They see me and don't look scared. Must've not heard the story yet. I just raise an eyebrow and motion to the door. They look a bit scared, but that must be the whole new school thing. I roll my eyes and collapse onto the couch. Not the chair. I don't know if I'll be able to sit in it again.

A hear footsteps and pray it's Miranda, and someone up above must've been on my side, because she appears carrying two coffees and a pastry bag. I sigh as she hands me one, "You are a goddess Miranda. Did I mention how much I love you?" She laughs and flashes her beautiful perfect smile. Something I've always been jealous, besides her ability to memorize phone numbers. "I thought you could use a pick-me-up, plus you still seemed really sad about what happened. Just doing my duty as best friend." I sip my coffee and close my eyes. I'm so lucky to have her.

"So are you going to talk to me at all? You didn't give me any details, no reasoning. You can't keep internalizing things like this, Grace. It's not healthy, for you or for me." I feel my face turn sad. She glances at her phone, "How about you come over after school? I know for a fact you don't have any homework yet. Unless your AP teachers suck, which I get." I look at her like "Do I have to?" She returns my look with one of her own that says "Yep it's decided." I sigh and scooch closer to her and put my head on her shoulder. She leans her head on mine and we just sit there until the bell rings.

School never seems to end, more than usual. I head to my car with my headphones in, blasting Cage the Elephant. I sit and wait for Miranda, who's hitching a ride with me to her house, apparently because the DMV people are "evil" and won't let her get her license. She appears at my car a few minutes later, looking flustered and giddy. I raise an eyebrow amusingly, "Making out with Eric again?" She blushes even harder and punches me in the arm. I laugh and pull out of the school.

When we reach her house, I reach for the back seat, where I have snacks stored for late nights, tests, and other life-threatening things. I pull out a big bag of cheese puffs and some chocolate. Miranda sighs, but she realizes it's going to be that kind of day. Her mother is on some crazy diet, so no junk food is ever in her house anymore. She opens the unlocked front door where a brother runs by. Twins, matter of fact, identically mischievous and messy. She kicks a toy out her path and we make our way upstairs. She immediately drops her stuff and turns on some music. She claims she can't think without some kind of background noise, and today it's classical. Prokofiev, judging by the album cover.

A few seconds later, I'm sobbing terrible sobs, my entire chest is rocking. Miranda doesn't hold me, she knows I don't like being touched, except for one person. "I don't- I can't- I just don't know what to do!" I cry out, and this is when she puts her hand on mine. "I don't know why I did it, I just wanted to make it stop hurting! I- I- I- I think it hurts worse now, and I don't know what to do or say, and there's that stupid note-" Miranda's head pops up, "What note?" I sniffle and breathe a little. "The was this stupid note left in my locker on the first day, here-" I pull it out of my backpack and hand it to her. I wipe my eyes on a tissue while her eyes scan the paper.

"What the actual hell is this? Are you sure it wasn't just someone messing around?" I shake my head. "Something about this seems like more than some high school drama.  I can feel it in my gut." She looks from the paper to me and then back again. "Well if that's what you think then okay, but I think you need to do something about Mikey." I look at her pleadingly and she shakes her head. "Grace. You're one of the most badass people I know, you're just scared. You're the most you when you're with Mikey, and now that he's gone, you panicked. You cut it off thinking it would make everything be normal again, but it can't. You know why? Because the only time your life has been normal is when Mikey was there." I look down as she says his name. She sighs and pulls me into a hug. "You can't always run G, especially not from him." I nod, and a single tear makes its way down my face. It lands on her shoulder, but she holds me tighter. "Want to sleep over tonight?" I nod and motion to my phone. She unlocks it and I see her send a text to my mom, who'll be fine with this. She knows about Mikey, and if there's any chance of me feeling better, she'll seize it.

A few hours later, I'm awoken by a dream. I can't remember what it was about, but I see him everywhere. I have to talk to him.

~Mikey~

I wake up at 2am to my phone ringing. I groan and glance at the bright screen, and when my eyes focus, I jump. Her name, still as 'Amazing Grace' in my phone, is at the top, next to her profile picture of our first selfie as a couple. The one from all that time ago, when I first introduced her to my viewers. I'm frozen, is this real? Am I dreaming again? I tap the green button and put the phone to my ear. "Grace?" Three seconds later she responds, her voice in a whisper and broken.

"I'm sorry."

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A/N: HELLO. Super dramatic, just the way you guys like it. Kinda sad and nostalgic, but meh. I'm super happy with it, about 1500 words including this note. I worked my butt of for this, so you better like it! Just kidding, I love all of you so much! Until next time xo

QOTD: Where are you from? City, country, whatever!

AOTD: I live in Southern California, and it's amazing tbh.