The alarm buzz bursted into her ears.
Almost falling out of bed to the harsh sound of Page and Molly's barks, mixed with her "Sencha" iPhone alarm, Stacy slid her screen to shut off her phone.
"Whoof" Stacy panted, "I hate that thing!" She grumbled as Molly climbed in her lap, digging her small chin into her stomach.
Stacy giggled, "Molly..." She spouted into her deep, disappointed voice.
"C'mon, c'mon" she said as she started to stand, uplifting Molly from her lap. Her spoiled beagle growled as she landed smoothly on Stacy's small rug.
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Sipping her special chocolate milk, Stacy logged onto Skype to see a few messages. She started sifting through them slowly. Two from Joey. One from Lizzie. Four from Cupquake. Six from Graser. One from Joel.
"Wait!" Stacy exclaimed.
"Six from Graser?" She looked back to make sure she was seeing correctly.
"Hmmm." She was correct. Stacy wondered what Graser could've possibly wanted to say with six messages.
*click*
----- Tuesday -----
Me: Nothing Graser xD
Graser: What do you mean nothing?
----- 9 Hours Ago -----
Graser: Stayyyy
Graser: Ccccccc
Graser: I just totally spelled your name wrong
Graser: lol
Graser: I need to go to bed
Graser: wanna film a clip?Stacy was clearly astonished. Out of every YouTuber they knew, he'd picked her to record with him?
Last time she'd checked, Stacy wasn't very liked or appreciated by some audiences. She knew she had fans but with every few fans comes one hater.
She exited Skype and glanced at her clock, 10:48. She yawned as she trudged past Page to her kitchen, where she pulled a waffle out of her toaster. She especially loved slightly burnt ones, so she had to leave it in for an extra amount of time.
But for some reason, even as she picked up a plate, even as she poured her syrup. She couldn't stop thinking about Graser.
She placed her plate of waffles down on the table and walked toward her Mac. She then opened Skype and began to respond to Graser's messages.
Making multiple drafts, she realized how silly she was being. 'Ugh, just type 'sure Graser!' Or 'I'll collab with you' ' she thought to herself.
After about four minutes she'd come up with a final draft to send.
----- Just Now -----
Me: Sure Graser! I'd love to!Now she played the waiting game. Until she realized that the snoozy Graser was still probably asleep.
After her realization, she looked back to her forgotten waffle to see her dog Page stickily scarfing a breakfast treat down.
"Shoot!" Stacy shouted as she raced out of her chair.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it will pick up speed as the story heavily begins but I don't want to rush into things. Thanks for the support! 😋
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Against All Odds | A Gracy Story
RomanceA #Gracy Ship Fanfic. StacyPlays x Graser10. Hope you enjoy. This story will be updated every Monday and Friday and sometimes more!