Gracy Featuring Stoey

Chapter 7

* Graser's POV *

And we're off!

I sat in a cushy plane seat, looking over the top of Stacy's head at the marvelous view. Stacy followed where my eyes were looking, let out a little squeak and held onto my arm for dear life.

I smiled. Who would have guessed that Stacy, the bravest girl I know, would be scared of heights? She looked over at me and caught me smiling at her. "It's not funny!" she said, then, terrified, peeked out the window again and buried her face in my chest.

I smiled, because it kind of was funny, and also because she was now snuggled up against me adorably. She hmphed, then announced she was going to sleep.

My eyelids were slowly getting heavy too, so, almost by reflex, I put my arms around her. She stiffened, then relaxed, so I slowly drifted off.

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"We're here!!!" Stacy exclaimed. I slowly opened my eyes. "Ugh," I protested. "Graser, you're never any fun!" Stacy said. "I disagree with that, I think that I am fun but I like sleeping a lot too." I proclaimed. She mulled that over. "Well who doesn't like sleeping?"

As we walked out of the airport, I breathed in the Californian air. "Hmm," Stacy said, pulling a piece of paper out of her bag, "it says we need to go west. So, this way."

I looked at her piece of paper. "Remember in Mineclash when I criticized you on using paper to take notes instead of your phone?"

She laughed, then started to say something along the lines of "I'm not old-fashioned!", but my mind has already brought up a far-back memory I haven't thought of in a long time:

Remember when I joined Stacy's TeamSpeak channel the exact moment she said "Hi baby" to her dog?

That was one of the best moments in my life. I was about to say "Hey cutie" back to her when she quickly clarified it was a mistake. Of course it was, I thought. Who would say that to me, the ugly Graser robot? Certainly not beautiful, kind, compassionate, joyful- wait, where were we going with this? Oh right, certainly not Stacy.

Obviously I wouldn't bring this memory up to her, she would be creeped out, but a boy can have his fantasies.

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Stacy pushed open the door to the Sunset Cafe. She immediately hurried up to the lone cashier, while I hung back and looked at the menu. If this cafe doesn't even have a product called "Cafe Salad" then it's obviously not the right cafe.

I scanned the menu, then hurried up to Stacy. "Stacy, this cafe doesn't have a Cafe Salad. Joey couldn't have been at this one, so they couldn't have any information."

She sighed. "Well, sorry to bother you sir," she said, then we take our exit out of the shabby shop.

The next cafe we ducked into didn't have a Cafe Salad either, but the one after that did. Stacy gasped and went up to the guy behind the counter.

"Excuse me, I don't want to be a hassle, but could you check your records to see if a Joey Graceffa ordered a Cafe Salad on 4/21/2015? That would be 3 days ago." She put a lot of hope in her voice, and I would have hated to see all that hope down the drain if that guy didn't come back with information.

The man came back, delivering bad news: "Sorry, no mention of a Joey Graceffa that date. But could we interest you with our special of the day-"

I cleared my throat. "No, we're not interested in the special. Have a nice day."