Spaces (Asa Butterfield Fanfiction)

So Where Were We?

April 5, 2021 11:15 pm

If you've gotten this far, congratulations! You've lasted through the lamest story ever.

I don't know... Heather always says not to be negative... But yeah...

This continues last night's thing.

So I was lying under a table, my ankle in a ton of pain, when a tall, dark stranger ran to me.

"Oh my god. Are you alright?" he asked in a gorgeous, British accent.

"Yeah I guess..." I said as he lifted the table from me and leant it against the back of the stage. I sat up, looking dismally at my ankle.

He noticed my gaze and asked, "Is it bad?"

"It better not be." I smiled at him.

His blue eyes and black hair complimented his tall, lean body. And the fact that he was British made him way more attractive than he was already. But there was something about him that just seemed familiar somehow.

He knelt down beside my foot, gingerly examining it.

I couldn't help but wince as he poked at my ankle.

"Twisted." he said. "And a bit of bruising. But that's probably just from the table."

"Great. Happy birthday to me..."

"Is it your birthday?" asked the stranger.

"Yesterday." I replied.

"Well happy birthday."

"Thanks...."

Don't get me wrong. I was definitely thankful for the nice stranger's greeting. But my focus was still on my throbbing ankle.

"I'm Asa." he said, sitting next to me on those stupid stairs.

".... Butterfield..?"

He smiled, "Yeah."

No wonder he seemed familiar. He was Asa. The Asa... He'd changed so much since the last time I watched a film of his.

While I thought this, I simply stared at him. I wanted so much to crawl under a table, or run off to a closet. But the awkwardness of the situation (not to mention my ankle) prevented me from moving a muscle.

"Sorry." I finally said, averting my gaze. "I'm Valerie."

"So Valerie," said Asa, reclining slightly, "what brings you here?"

"Here as in California? Or here as in a twisted ankle and crushed dreams?"

"Both." he smiled.

Oh god that smile.

"California, my dad's job. Twisted ankle and crushed dreams, my mom's job."

"Both your parents work?"

"Yeah. Dad works full-time, but mom has a sort of part-time thing... Well she's Melissa Patterson." I said, gesturing towards her.

"Oh your mum's Mel? Oh..." Asa stood quickly, then offered his hand.

I took his hand, and he pulled me up. "What?" said I.

He had pulled me up pretty quickly, so I accidentally (yes. accidentally) ran into him.

"I honestly don't think Mel would be pleased with you not working." He stated, holding me so that I wouldn't put any weight on my ankle.

I tried not to look at him (because it was already awkward without a staring contest), but it felt like I had no choice. What's more is I had to keep my knee bent so I wouldn't step down on my injured foot.

"Well what have we here?" we heard a voice say.

I had expected the voice to belong to mom. But when I turned my head towards the speaker it was -----.

"Aramis." said Asa, nervously. "It's not what it looks like."

"Sure..." Aramis Knight smiled, crossing his arms.

Even though he denied it being what it looked like, Asa still held me tightly.

Sorry again for cutting it off so abruptly, but my late night is catching up with me. I'll try to continue this thing tomorrow...

-Val C.P.

A/N:

Yeah it's still derp. But I love it. ...

Gosh I've been doing a lot of re-casting over the last 5 minutes... I like it much better now though...

So yeah... I may update this one tomorrow, but I may not... We'll see....

Loves!

~RA