I sit in bed reading one of the many books I own. At least something to keep my mind off of what had happened. I feel extremely bad what I did.
Misha told me he wanted me to be his girlfriend. I didn't know what to do..and I ran away. I just needed to take it all in. I didn't know what I was thinking, I just freaked out.
I can't get his face out of my head, looking hurt and upset. I feel tears slowly falling down my cheek as I become more flustered with myself.
I set the book on my bed and decide to call him back.
Before I grab my phone, I wipe the tears away. I look through my contacts until I find his name. Then, taking a deep breath, I press call.
The phone rings and rings before eventually going to voicemail.
"Uh, Misha? I am so sorry I ran off like that. I just didn't know what to do, and I feel terrible about it. Wanna come back over my house? We can talk about." I say in a quiet voice, then hanging up.
I walk over to my bed and lay down, pulling my blanket over my head. I slowly doze off, taking a short nap.
Before I know it, my mother is in my room gently shaking my arm to wake me up.
"Gracie, Misha's here." she says, grinning.
"Oh gosh." I reply, jumping out of my bed.
I run to my mirror and fix my hair. I don't have enough time to change. He'll just have to see me in joggers and an oversized tee shirt.
"How about I just bring him up here?" she says, walking out of my room.
I nod, slightly surprised that she would let me alone with a male in my room.
I sit on the corner of my bed, waiting for Misha to come up. I hear footsteps walking up the stairs, and he walks around the corner into my room.
"Hey." he says, standing sheepishly by the door.
I manage a half smile. Awkwardness fills the room.
"Hey." I reply, and gesture for him
to sit on my desk chair."I'm sorry." I state, getting that out of the way.
"Don't apologize. It's fine." he replies smiling.
"But seriously, I would love to be your girlfriend." I say.
"And I would love to be your boyfriend." he replies.
"I'm kinda new to this, uh, dating thing." I murmur ineptly.
Misha just laughs, his blue eyes sparkling.
For the next couple of hours we hang out in my yard- on my tire swing, in my pool.
Misha checks the time.
"Sorry Grace. I have to leave. I need some sleep cause I have a comic con tomorrow." he says, sounding upset.
"Oh, it's alright." I reply, standing
up. We walk in my house hand in hand.I notice my mom sitting at the kitchen table, eating a sandwich while on her laptop.
She looks up at us, and I let go of Misha's hand.
"Hey guys!" she says giving me an odd look. She must have noticed us holding hands.
"Um, Misha's gotta go. Has a comic con tomorrow." I reply.
"Oh ok! Bye Misha!" she says, smiling.
The two of us share a hug.
"Bye sweetheart." he says.
"Since when do you call me sweetheart?" I ask, giggling.
"Since now." he replies.
And with that, he waves and walks out the front door. I turn around to see my mom staring at me.
"What?" I ask, getting embarrassed.
"What's up with you two?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
I just stand there awkwardly and say, "Uh, nothing."
"You guys are a thing, huh?" she asks. I just look down at my feet.
"He asked me out." I state, wanting to get out of this situation.
"Grace. He's too old. You're not going to date him." she says, giving me a stern look.
"Mom!" I plead, becoming upset.
"We'll talk later. But I'm telling you, there's no way I'm letting you two date." she replies, walking away.
I run up to my room, tears about to fall. Who cares about age, honestly? I swear under my breath, frustrated.
I know we just met a few weeks ago, but I like Misha a lot.
I guess I'm in love with him.
YOU ARE READING
Tear In My Heart
FanfictionEighteen year old Grace Howell is a huge fan of the CW television series "Supernatural". Especially Castiel, who is portrayed by Misha Collins. She is surprised with tickets to NJ Comic Con for a birthday gift. At the convention, she loses a neckla...