Against All Odds | A Gracy Story

Graser's POV #2

Looking at his video. It's comments 1 him, for there were good and bad, only the bad effected him these days. Especially if they were about the people he cared about. Stacy, was one of those people.

Even after all the distress that was caused, Graser could not stop scrolling. His chest burned as he looked through the awful comments.

O Lindscat705
"Ew. Film with HBomb next time."

O Nina Thomas
"I hate Stacy ugh!"

O John Dills
"I love Stacy!!! #Gracy."

O Panda_Chips
"WHY STACY UGHHH"

He only posted it a few hours ago but the hate was truly unbelievable.

He got onto Skype and called Stacy. After a small while of the Skype jingle humming into his head, she answered.

"Graser? Hey, how are you Robo?"
She began to snicker loudly.
"Hey... Stacy I was wondering if you think I should take my new SG down? They--"
"They what? They don't like me?" She said, her mood clearly changing.
"I just don't want you to get hate." He replied, trying to mend the emotional wound he'd just made.
She sighed.
"Graser... It's whatever, it doesn't get to me anymore."
They sat there for thirty seconds or so, silent.
"Graser, I'm sorry, Page is tearing up my tablecloth again. Gotta go."
"Bye Sta--" He said, quickly cut off by the buzz made from hanging up.

Was she mad at me? He thought. Did I make the spark that we had go away? Did we even have a spark to begin with? These thoughts depressed him. So he quietly browsed through YouTube and drifted asleep.

I'm sorry if this chapter is too small, and if they aren't "together" yet. I don't really wanna rush the story and make it unrealistic. Thanks, S. 💙