Spaces (Asa Butterfield Fanfiction)

God I'm An Idiot...

April 7, 2021     10:16 pm

Asa offered his hand, smiling, "Come on, you invalid, you."

I took it, and he pulled me up onto my good foot.

As he helped me out to the car, Asa asked, "So are you coming back tomorrow?"

"I've got to." I replied. "I have to set up all the electrical on the stage, and re-adjust the lighting controls, and Comic Con..."

"You have to Comic Con?" he laughed.

"Yes. Yes I do."

"Are you dressing?"

"Hell yeah."

"What as?"

I raised an eyebrow, "What. Like I'm just gonna tell you?"
Honestly, I had no idea what to be.

When we reached my car, I left Asa's embrace and leaned against the Jetta. Asa awkwardly shoved his hands into his pockets.

But a moment later, he took them out again, "Give me your phone."

"What??"

Asa looked into my eyes, repeating, "Give. Me. Your. Phone."

"Okay okay..." I unlocked my iPhone, then handed it to him.

Asa was in the middle of adding himself to my contacts, when my mom came through the doors. I panicked, snatching my phone from Asa's hands.

"You can finish tomorrow." I said, quickly getting into the car.

"Oh um okay.... bye?" he said through the closed door.

I hit my forehead on the dashboard.

God I'm an idiot...

That was my only thought.

When I looked up, mom was telling Asa something. He tensed up, blushed, and quickly walked inside.

My head returned to the dash.

Mom got into the car, "Well he seems nice."

"What did you say to him?" I said to the floor.

"What, honey?"

I lifted my face, "What did you sayyy to him?"

"Oh that." laughed mom. "I said, 'rape her, you die'."

I should've just left my head on the dashboard...

After dinner, my dad examined my ankle. He said that it was indeed twisted. Having wrapped it and handing me an ice-pack, he sent me to my room.

Since we had only moved in the day before, my room was a bed, a floor-lamp, and a maze of boxes.

I hopped through the labyrinth to my bed, grabbing the necessities from various boxes along the way.

Sweat pants? Check.

Doctor Who T-shirt? Check.

Fuzzy Socks? Check.

Sherlock Holmes Volume 2? Check.

Two feet from my bed was a large box that held all of my costumes and cosplay material. I took it, and sat on my bed. Sifting through the box, I tried to decide what to be.

Castiel? No. Black Widow? Nope. Tauriel? Nu-uh. Princess Leia? Not a chance. Princess Zelda? Not happening. Li--

OOH SO MUCH YES! , I thought, holding up my cosplay of choice.

With comfy clothes and the perfect costume, I was positive that the next day would be the best day of my life.

God was I wrong....

(Look no lengthy sign-off)(Less like a blog, more like a story)(Go me I feel good about this)

-Val C.P.

A/N:

well hey guys..

sorry about the overuse of italics. but it was necessary..

this one was sorta a filler chapter. but idk... it helps move the plot a little.

all in baby steps they do say..

idk hope you guys are liking it

Loves!

~RA