Never Expected (a Chandler Riggs/Grayson Riggs fanfic)

Framed

A/N: The reason why I'm writing this author's note is to let you all know that I decided to start this chapter with the ending and build up the story from there. So I hope you all enjoy.

"Daniel, why do you look so nervous?"
"Is it a crime to look nervous?"
"Yikes, you even sound nervous. Now tell me, what's wrong?"
"Did you watch the news Grayson?"
"No, why what happened?"
"Someone is committing a series of crimes."
"Yeah, that happens everyday."
"But this person is using my name."
"What!? What kind of crimes have they committed so far?"
"Armed robbery, murder, and they kidnaped someone."
"But you have all of us as an alibi to account for your whereabouts each and everyday, especially today. And you haven't even left the front lawn. So they can't arrest you."
"All cops are corrupt. They'll just think that you're covering for me."
"Not all cops are corrupt, but I know what you mean."
"I'm going to be arrested for crimes I didn't commit."
"Not if we have anything to do about it."

*knock knock knock*
"Well, the cops are here to take me away. I'll see you in a few decades Grayson."
"I know that you have to go, but can I...?"
I pulled Grayson into a hug and then kissed him for ten seconds before pulling away and walking towards the door.
I opened the door and the cops were standing right there.
"Daniel-Nicholas Beliveau?"
"Yes?"
"You're under arrest for robbing a convenience store, robbing a bank, murdering almost everyone in the Federal Reserve Bank of Atlanta, killing an innocent child, and for breaking and entering. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish."
"I never did any of those things. I was here at home. Plus I just got home from the hospital from a status epilepticus seizure which lasted thirty-five minutes and I also busted my head open. And I have alibis to vouch for me."
"Quit stalling and put your hands behind your back."
I turned around and placed my hands behind my back.
"He's telling the truth officer, I was with Daniel when he had his seizure and busted his head open. He was in the hospital for five days. And if you don't believe me go to Atlanta Medical Care."
"We already went there and there was no file on this criminal being there five days ago. Now come along Daniel."
"I'm..."
"Just let me go Grayson, I'll be back soon."
"Ok."
"I love you bro."
"I love you too."

25 minuets later...
I was thrown into a cell and the door was closed and locked the moment I fell on the floor.
Whoever did this is going to pay because they're messing with the wrong person, not to mention I'm a war hero. I will find who did this and when I do, they're going to rue the day they crossed me. Because nobody messes with me and gets away with it. Once I get out of here, I'll be coming for you asshole. So you better hope that I don't find you because if I do I will kill you.

A/N: remember I started this story with end, because I thought it would be interesting like that, and yes I will copy and paste the beginning of this chapter when I actually get to the end. Now back to the story.

Present day...
Daniel's POV
*knock knock knock*
"Come in."
I opened the door and stepped into Chandler's room.
"Oh, hey Daniel. What's up?"
"Not much, just thought I'd come check on you and see how you're doing."
"I'm doing good, how are you doing?"
"I'm feeling a lot better now."
"Glad to hear it. Say, what was it like experiencing a thirty-five minute seizure?"
"Horrible! I woke up with a nasty headache, which felt like a migraine."
"Ouch. Well I'm glad you've made a full recovery."
"As am I."
I turned around to see Grayson standing in the doorway.
"Daniel?"
"Yes Grayson?"
"I need to talk to you...in private because it's important. Extremely important."
"Ok."
Grayson and I left Chandler's room and entered ours. Once Grayson closed the door he turned to me and sighed in a depressing way.
"What's wrong Grayson?"
"Do you have a friend named Cullen Marchand?"
"Yeah, he's been my friend since kindergarten. Why? Did something happen to him?"
"Yes."
"What happened?"
"You're not going to believe me."
"Tell me please. I need to know. Is Cullen all right?"
"No. Cullen...Cullen...Cullen was murdered. He was on his way home from his friend's house when someone approached him and stabbed him in his throat. And to make sure he didn't survive the killer shot him in the head after watching Cullen choke on his blood for thirty seconds."
I started to tear up, walked over to my bed and covered my face with my hands. It only took me a few seconds to actually start crying. Grayson sat down beside me and tried to comfort me by rubbing my back, but that didn't work.
"Leave me alone please Grayson. When I'm ready to talk I'll send you a text."
"I know that you're aware that I'm trying to help you, but you should give me a chance while I'm here."
"Not right now Grayson. I'm not in the mood to talk, even if I'm talking to you right now."
"Ok, since you're just going to keep saying no, I'll let you calm down and await your text."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, and I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thank you."
Once Grayson left I started to cry into my pillow to muffle the fact that I was crying.
I can't believe it, Cullen's dead. I never even got to apologize to him for punching him and calling him an asshole ten months ago. I know that he probably knows that I didn't mean it, I just hope that I can attend his funeral and that I'm not in jail at the time. Even though I called him an asshole, he was still my best friend in the world. I miss him already. Rest In Peace Cullen.