Spaces (Asa Butterfield Fanfiction)

The Morning Of

April 8, 2021 8:28pm

It was the morning of Comic Con. To be exact, it was four o'clock in the morning. My costume, breakfast, and lunch had been packed the night before. Dad gave me a brace for my ankle, even though he discouraged my going out at all. I was tired, but not tired enough to lose my excitement.

Mom and I left around 4:10am. On the way, we stopped to get coffee -- a much-needed extremity. We got to the Convention Center at about 4:45, and the weirdos were already lining up.

When we got there, the assistants had basically completed my job. All that I needed to do was go around and make sure it was good enough. Once that was done, I could take a few minutes to eat breakfast.

A note to parents, future parents, and irresponsible teenagers: Don't pack yourself or your child un-toasted waffles. Even if there's syrup, it's very dry and bland.

I ate my crumbly, tasteless waffles, sipping my latte between bites. As I got up to throw away my trash, who should be standing right next to the trash can but, of course, Asa. He was facing the other way, talking to Abigail Breslin, and didn't seem to notice me. Which was a good thing. It was early, I was tired. Then I remembered how I looked. I was wearing the same clothes as yesterday (but with a Kansas State hoodie), my hair was super messy and just thrown up in a bun, and I had no makeup or concealer on.

I looked like trash.

I might as well could've been on the way to throwing myself in the trash can.

I tried to get close enough to just chuck my garbage, and then slink away.

But, as Fate would have it, Asa turned to me and said, cheerily:
"Good morning! How's the invalid today?"

At that point, even if I wanted to run away I couldn't. It would be not only extremely rude, but also extremely painful. I set my backpack down in resignation.

"Oh..." I replied. "Fine, I guess... Except, you know, twisted ankle that I really shouldn't be walking on."

Asa looked concerned. "I mean, I was just guessing when I said that yesterday. I'm obviously not a doctor or anything."

I shifted my weight, "Yeah, my dad is, though."

"Ah..." He glanced around the room before asking, "Did you at least finish your work here?"

"Pretty much, yeah. I just have to go change and get my pass from mom."

"You still haven't told me what you're dressing as." smirked Asa.

"You still aren't going to find out until later." I retorted, hoisting my backpack.

His eyebrows furrowed, "What do you mean?"

"I'll be at your booth sometime to bring another chair. I noticed one was broken earlier."

His face relaxed as I turned to walk away.

"See you later, Butterfield." I called over my shoulder.

I used his last name
Why did I use his last name
Ugh

I didn't turn back to see his reaction, and if he replied, I didn't hear it.

My plan had been to change into my costume, and then meet with mom. She seemed busy, and I thought it best not to interrupt her. But as I passed, she called me over. I could tell she was flustered, but she was doing pretty well keeping calm.

"Here's your pass, and a map, and a schedule, and a water bottle. Is there anything else you need? Are you alright? How's your foot? Is it okay? Do you need ice? You really should try to walk less."

I fumbled with the things she quickly handed me. "I'm fine, mom. Really. You holding up okay?"

Mom let out a harsh sigh, "For the most part. Things will be smoother later on."

Her gaze had shifted to something behind me.

"Stephen, that is not where that banner goes." She walked past me, but turned her head to shout back, "Have a good day, sweetie!"

'Thanks, mom.' I thought with a smile, heading to the bathroom to get ready.

I hoped I'd have a good day. And, honestly, besides the throbbing ankle, I was sure I would.

I guess I was half right;
my ankle hurt like crazy.

- Val C. P.

I'm back, yo.
I honestly have no clue how this story is gonna go from here. We'll see I guess.

That trash can photo tho. Same.

Also, I edited some parts in the earlier chapters, so if you haven't read those you should do that. Woo.

Good to be back.

Loves~