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

CHAPTER 7

A/N: Hello again from late in the evening where I can't sleep and had a bit of a breakdown over school. But since I'm drinking a sugary soda and feeling creative, I'm gonna write for y'all. And yes I say y'all I'm from the south gimme a break. Enjoy :)

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~Grace~

Why do I have a bad feeling about today? Something about today is important, and I can't remember what it is for the life of me. I walk inside with Miranda, who's been riding with me lately. We pass the eager freshman in the front of the school, some other seniors smoking a joint, and a handful of cheerleaders. They look bored, but plaster a fake smile on their face every time someone walks past, handing them what looks like a piece of paper.

Miranda nudges me, and nods slightly to the right of me, where I see some football players checking us out. We laugh at how stupid they look when we use a particular finger to push up our glasses at the same time. We reach the front doors, and the cheerleaders don't even smile, but two of them stick out the paper. I roll my eyes, recognizing one of them as the girlfriend of the football player I knocked out last year. We sigh when the AC hits us, and I read the slightly too pink paper.

"It's that time of year again Wildcats! Time to vote for Homecoming Court, and of course the King and Queen! Write down your top picks for each and turn them into your Homeroom teacher by Friday!"

I groan, and Miranda does a few seconds later when she finishes. "I can't believe I forgot about this," I moan, "It's just going to bring up shit from last year all over again." She sighs with me. "I hate this crap. It's such a popularity contest." I take out my phone and see a message from Drew. "Want to head to the library? Drew says Greg is clinging again." Miranda nods and we make our way upstairs, avoiding eye contact with the populars.

Drew was right, Greg is all over her. He's trying to hold her hand, but she keeps taking it back because she's trying to type. Miranda and I glance at each other and come to the rescue. "Hey guys! What's up?" Greg draws his hand away and looks around with a guilty look. "Nothing much. I actually have to meet up with the guys, see you guys later. Later babe." He kisses Drew's cheek and leaves quickly. Once he's gone, Miranda and I break out in laughter.

"What the heck was that?" Miranda giggles, and mimics Greg's guilty look. Drew and I laugh, and she closes her computer. "I didn't really have anything to do, but I just wanted to see his face when I didn't respond..." I chuckle and realize something. "Was he wearing a polo shirt?!" We all break down laughing, and I swear Miranda is crying. Drew tries to catch her breath, "I think he's worried about me dumping him for my bio partner! He's a total douche and super preppy but Greg must think," She giggles again, "He's my type!" We all burst again and the librarian doesn't even bother to shush us. She knows who I am.

"So that's why he's been acting weird lately?" I ask, coming back to normal. Drew shrugs, her eyes still laughing. "I guess, that explains the sudden clinginess. I'll talk to him this afternoon and make sure he goes back to normal." Miranda and I nod, even though it was funny, we miss the normal Greg.

After school finishes up, I head to my locker, something I don't usually do. I just want to see if my stalker left me something else. The halls are clear, and I see my locker. Nothing special, just one of many worn out lockers. I spin the lock a few times, and open it up. There lying on top of my textbooks is a slightly too pink slip of paper. I recognize it immediately, and pull out my own to make sure it's the same slip. Yup, exact match. I unfold it, and it wafts a girly scent up at me. I sniff it again, that's definitely perfume. What the hell?

The slip is how I expected it to be for the most part. A normal ballot and my name as the Queen. But the biggest and only difference is the King. There's not a name, not even a stupid 'Nobody' filled in. The word King is crossed out, and next to it says 'Queen.' The blank line says 'Me, and only me' and this is when it hits me.

My admirer is a girl.

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I run out of school, clutching the paper and dialing Mikey. I have to talk to him, right now, and you better be damned sure he's going to answer.

~Mikey~

I wake up at 9, and roll over to reach my phone. I open up twitter, and tweet a goodmorning to my followers. I scroll through the replies, smiling at some, straight up laughing at others. I see one reply that says "What happened to this?" and I see there's a video attached. I click it and before I realize, I'm watching one of those cute couple videos with music and slow-mo shots of them looking at each other. But this video is of me and Grace. Whoever made this is a real fan, they've taken pictures from snapchat, bloopers from out first video together, and pictures that I've even forgot about. There's one of us taken by Luke, who captioned it appropriately "About to vomit brb." It ends with the last few pictures we took together, and a little Grace voice over taken from one of the snapchats, "I love you too M."

God this is why I hate and love my followers at the same time, they have me all emotional and missing my freaking girlfriend at 9am when I was having a moment of peace before it comes rushing back.

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I film my video a little while later and just as I'm wrapping up, I get a call. I press answer, and reach to turn off the camera. "Grace? Are you okay?" The minute I hear her voice, my hand freezes and I close my eyes. "I don't know Mikey, someone has been leaving me these creepy notes, and then the whole thing with Asher showing up out of nowhere-" I cut her off when I hear that name. "Asher? Like your ex from before juvie Asher? What the hell is he doing in Washington? Did he say anything to you? Did he hurt you? I swear to god if he-"

"Mikey!" It's her turn to interrupt. "Relax. He didn't do anything I didn't punish him for." I try and speak again but she shushes me. I gladly shut up just to hear her talk again. "Are you busy right now? This'll take awhile." I glance up at my camera and although I really want to keep talking to her, I need to wrap up this ending. "I'm almost done with this video, can I call you back in five?" She agrees and hangs up. I put down my phone and look back up at the camera. Where was I again? I look down at my bullet points and all I have left is the outro and a little promo for Luke's merch.

"Before I end, I want to do a little shout out to my best friend Luke, who's merch is out now, you guys should check it out, link is below. It's awesome. Alright that's it for this weeks video, I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, please give it a big thumbs up, subscribe, and comment down below what are some of your biggest pet peeves? I want to know. I'll see you guys next week! Bye!"

I turn off the camera and the big lights and pick back up the phone. It's been about 10 minutes, since I kept stumbling over my words. I press her name, and she picks up immediately. "Ready?" She asks. I flop down on my bed, prepared to talk all night if that's what it takes to get her back.

"Ready."

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A/N: Haha look at me writing a chapter when I should be doing homework or studying. My justification is that if I'm going to be a writer, I need to practice all the time. Also I just really have no desire to do anything productive for the next lifetime. My birthday is coming up! December 23rd, mark your calendars! Maybe I'll upload on Christmas for a present to all of you?? I'll try to update before then, of course. Hope you enjoyed xo

QOTD: Describe your dream guy or gal. (Not really a question but I'm curious.)

AOTD: Preferably taller than me, sarcastic, respectful of my workaholic-ness, I don't have a preference when it comes to hair/eye color but I guess I lean more towards brunettes. Although there's this blonde in my Drivers Ed class, hot damn I might have a thing for blondes too. Also just being happy with each other and being able to sort out conflicts and see through the petty arguments.