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

CHAPTER 4

HELLO MY PRETTIES. Wow, that was creepy. Sorry. Anyways, I decided to write as I'm procrastinating my homework :) I'm trying to update as much as I can, hope I'm not making you guys go too crazy. That's it for now, hope you enjoy xo

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~Grace~

"Asher?"

All of the laughter in his face drains away, and the shock seems to hit him. "You recognize me? I thought you would've forgotten...I moved here last year, but I couldn't work up the courage to talk to you..." I blink in disbelief, and look away, then back.

"Ash. There's no way I could forget you. I didn't exactly have a lot of friends during juvenile detention." He looks hurt. His shoulders droop, making him look less tall and confident. "Friends? That's what we were?" I shake my head. "Asher, I left that Grace back in Georgia, where she belongs. I don't want to talk about the past, it's over. I'm different now."

He smiles just the smallest bit. "Not so different that you still tackle people to the ground." I scowl at him, and he laughs. He picks up his book and brushes off his clothes. "Well, either way, it was nice to see you again. I see you got my gift." He gestures to my hand, still clutched on his stupid clue. I narrow my eyes even more, and he laughs again. "I'll see you in the halls Grace."

He walks off, towards the senior parking lot. He clicks his keys, and a car beeps. My throat closes up when I see his car. He turns back, that stupid smirk on his face again. "Hey Grace. Did you know you still call me Ash? You're still the the only one who does." I struggle to breathe even more, and when he revs the engine, I fall on the sidewalk, unconscious.

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I'm not quite sure if I'm dreaming, or I somehow bled out on the sidewalk, but memories flood my vision. That stupid car, that stupid grin, that stupid boy. I remember those days with no trouble. Him and I, holding hands and walking down the street without a care in the world. A popular boy dating a girl with anger issues, no one was supportive. His parents didn't approve of me, and mine thought he would hurt me. But mostly that I would hurt him back, but harder.

One day in particular makes its way to the surface, and it feels so real. I'm laying in a hammock with Asher, tucked under his arm, pointing to different stars. He names all of them easily, while I sit there frustrated, how the hell was I supposed to keep up with all of them? "Grace, its fine. I'll worry about the stars, you can worry about other things." I remember pursing my lips suspiciously, but eventually letting myself relax and just watch him.

His face lights up at each of them, telling me elaborate stories which are probably not true, but I don't care. I was looking at his eyes, reflecting beautifully in the unusually bright moon. Just as he looks down at me, a bright light flashes, and we hear what sounds like a car crash.

We both jump up and run out to the front yard. His family's car, the one he drives now, had been scraped on the side. But when I turned my head, everything got 10 times worse. Two cars had collided right outside of his house, and everything was on fire. Something overcame me, and I ran straight towards the crash. Asher grabbed my arm, confused and looking at me like I was crazy. He told me that the only reason he let go of me that day was because of my expression. Desperate, and pleading.

One of the drivers was already gone, and the flames ate at his car. I ran to the other driver, trying to get his seatbelt to unbuckle. I ran straight up to the door, yanked it open, and unbuckled him. He stumbled out of the car, wheezing and smelling strongly of alcohol.

I pulled him to the side of the road, and to the this day I have no idea how. The adrenaline must've made me immune to the pain of the fire licking at my body and strong enough to pull a full-grown man at least 20 feet. And although parts of this moment are patchy, Asher told me that I screamed, so loud that the entire street heard.

Someone called 911, and when they arrived, I wouldn't leave the man's side. I don't know why, but when they got me to a separate ambulance to be examined, I started screaming bloody murder. Asher told me that it was something along the lines of "Murderer!" and "You should've died!"

I've never had an experience with a drunk driver. No one I've ever known has died because of one, but something overtook me that day. Something dark, something deeply personal. So when I collapsed on the ground after seeing Asher again, I wasn't surprised to hear his footsteps running towards me as I drifted out of consciousness.

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A/N: BACK STORY SHIZ AND STUFF I KNOW THIS IS A SURPRISE TO EVERYONE, BUT #YOLO AND SHIT. This wasn't my intention, but I hope you enjoy this little drama-filled chapter. This story is so juicy compared to the first one, I totally forgot that this was a Mikey fanfic for a minute there. Hope you people will survive until I update again! Peace and Love xo

QOTD: What do you think of Grace? (Curious bc I know she's not your normal fanfic chick.)

AOTD: She's based a lot on myself, more violent though. I hate the stereotypical fanfic girls with perfect bodies and perfect hair. I like my stories to be relatable, not some fantasy. Grace has some spunk and imperfections, I like her just the way she is.