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

CHAPTER 12

hola! What's up everyone? Enjoying summer? I definitely am, no drama, sleeping in, and eating all the time. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
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~Grace~

I wake up smiling. And if you know me at all by now, you'll know that I never smile in the mornings. Because mornings are evil and should die. But that may just be my pre-coffee brain talking.

It's a few days after Asher and I made it official, and I've been in a really good mood lately.

I head downstairs, and hear my mom already cooking in the kitchen. Looks like pancakes.

"Hey sweetie! Want some coffee?" She offers me an empty mug and the coffee pot. I take it gladly, even though I'm happy doesn't mean I don't need my daily fix. I grab a few granola bars and head back upstairs. Pancakes aren't my favorite, and bars are easier.

I sit down at my desk and start my make up. No raccoon eyes today, just some neutral eyes and lips. I don't need to look bad ass anymore, I already have what I want. Asher.

I yawn and stretch my hands over my head. Now, what to wear? Converse obviously, but which ones? Ooo, the red ones. With this Harry Potter tee and some shorts? Yes, perfect. I toss my hair around, trying to figure out what to do with it.

Messy bun is always the way to go.

I put in some new earrings and give myself a full up and down look. Ready for the day. I tossed my backpack over my shoulder and grab my car keys.

I open my door to nearly avoid getting run over by Liam, who's riding a skateboard down the hall. Kids, did I mention I don't want them? They're little tyrants.

I head out to my car, and as I'm about to turn on the radio, my phone rings. I look down, and see Mikey's picture illuminate the screen. It's been a while since I wrote him off like that, I should probably apologize. "Hello?"

"Grace! Thank god. Listen, I know you're mad at me, and you have every right to be. I should make more time for you. You don't deserve to be ignored or forgotten. And-"

"Mikey, I know. It's okay. I forgive you, and looking back, I was being really irrational. It's just that I stayed up so long waiting for you to call that I had a crappy morning. And that became a crappy day and afternoon... Well, you get the point."

"Yeah. And I assumed you would be on your way to school, which is why I called. I was hoping that we could talk it out, you know, like we used to." I smile a little. "Yeah, sure. Again, I'm really sorry I snapped at you like that. I'm in a better place now, I'm actually seeing someone."

Mikey goes silent. I immediately get worried, "M? You still there?" He coughs, and I sigh in relief. "Yeah. I'm here. Is it Asher? You're seeing him right?"

I sigh. "Um, yeah. He's really good for me. Makes me feel better." Mikey clears his throat and starts to say bye. "Well, I should let you get to school. Talk to you later I guess?"

"Yeah, talk to you later."

I hang up, and start the car's engine. God, I'm not doing anything wrong and I still feel so guilty.

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The day goes by without me really noticing. Asher tries to get me to talk, but I'm just not in the mood. So he just rubs my back and stays silent instead. I put in my headphones and walk to my last period of the day.

The class is dry, a lecture and a worksheet. I finish the sheet within minutes and head back to my desk in the back corner. I bury myself in my jacket and tap mindlessly on my phone. I see a post of one of my old friends, her and her new boyfriend.

I think to myself, I couldn't ever post anything like that. Mikey's subscribers would attack me for it, claim that I'm cheating on him. Because, to be fair, his Instagram still looks like we're dating. But I guess I could put something on my Snapchat story. A cute filter too. That'll work.

I text Asher that I want to see him before football practice, and he says he'll have a few minutes, but he can't be late. That's fine, I only need to take one picture to make it seem like I'm okay.

God, why am I acting like this? Like anybody actually cares about me and my boyfriend, like anybody cares about how perfect our pictures are, like anybody gives a shit. Everyone is so damn worried about being liked, that they don't even pay attention to anyone else.

I take the picture with Asher regardless, because I know it'll make me happy. I'll look back on it, knowing that although I'm going through a rough time, he's there. And that's the problem sometimes, he's always there.

He's supportive, kind, loving, forgiving, and countless other great things. It just hurts me to know that if it ever came to it, I would choose Mikey over him. No matter how many times Mike he messes up, no matter how many times we fight, it will always be him. Asher was my first love, maybe that's why I can't forget him. They say you never can.

And now I'm sitting here in my car, alone, with neither of them here. And although I want to and should choose Mikey, he's not here. And I'll always love him, but I can't keep going on like this.

Mikey and I dated for nearly a year, but Asher was there before I moved. He's been there at some of my lowest times, now and in the past. Asher doesn't care what other people think of us, he just wants us to be together. But Mikey's selfless, he's always made sure that I was OK before he ever thought about himself. He always wanted to make sure that I was okay with posting something online about our relationship.

He's also painfully sweet and smart, dependable. Loving, family-oriented, and full of faith. He's always believed in me, and in our relationship. He used to say we would last forever, and I believed him. But now I'm sitting here, wondering if I should prove him right, and get back together with him, or if I should stay with Asher.

God, what the hell have I got myself into?

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A/N: hey everyone! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time, thank you for being so patient! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it was a little bit of a struggle to write because I am not feeling too well. Either way I love you xo

QOTD: If you could dye your hair any color what would it be? And if you could have any piercing or tattoo, what would it be?

AOTD: Blue/Gray hair, a bunch of ear piercings and maybe a lip, and a Death Eater Snake/skull tattoo on my left forearm like they are in the HP books and movies