A/N So this is an original(ish) short story by me! It will probably have multiple chapters, so please tell me if you want more! It includes my OCs, Aphmau characters, Dan and Phil, and more! If you have any characters that you'd like to be written in, please say so! I love feedback, so give me plenty! FEEDBACKPLEASE.

This story will be written in multiple POVs, switching from character to character. Some parts will be written in 3rd person. Whenever the POV changes, I'll put a little thing that says who's POV it is.

P.S This is set in New York City, and I've only been there once, so I'll just come up with things like street names and relative location as we go. Bare with me.

HYE!

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*Grace's POV*

6:40 a.m. Time for me to be out the door and heading to my job. I took a quick shower, braided my hair, and grabbed an apple for breakfast. I looked in the mirror one last time before I left. My large, dark, almond-shaped looked back at me. My long black hair was in a simple braid, just the way I liked it. Several necklaces hung around my neck. I wasn't wearing anything fancy; just simple jeans and my CATS (like the musical) shirt. I put in my headphones and set off into the dusk.

I walked out of my apartment and onto the already populated sidewalks. My feet followed the familiar path to my job on autopilot while I sang along to my iPod. It usually took me about five songs to get to work, and I always kept a mental record of the songs that played.

A Whole New World.

Drop Pop Candy.

Go The Distance.

Fairly Local.

Guns For Hands.

I approached the booth that I worked at. {In case you've never been to New York, there are people trying to sell you stuff literally every 5 feet. They have these little boxes that are like concession stands but also have magazines. I was slightly amazed. You could buy chocolate right off the street at any time you wanted}. I went inside and started work for the day, selling stuff to hurried New Yorkers on their way to work. After about 30 minutes, I started looking around for someone specific. After 40 minutes, I started to get a bit concerned.

He wasn't usually this late.

40 minutes became 50, and 50 crawled into an hour. He was thirty minutes late. This wasn't like him at all.

I hope nothing's happened to him.

My mind started to race about all of the horrors that New York could bring upon someone like him, and the possibilities were not good.

I was just about to text him when I saw a blur rush into the area. {my sON HAS ARRIVED} His cheeks were flushed, his blue hair a mess (of course, when was it not?), and he was panting slightly, but his chocolate-colored eyes shone like stars. He was wearing his yellow hoodie that had an emoticon wink face on it, and his usual green tennis shoes with rainbow laces.

{here's an okayish picture of my smol son btw this is pretty much to scale}

He ran over to his hotdog cart, next to my booth. He quickly started setting up, paying me no notice.

"Ahem," I said, putting annoyance into my ahem, but in reality I was glad to see him.

"Oh," he said, knocking stuff over. He was trying to get the bagels ready for the next batch of hurried business people. "Hey Grace."

I crossed my arms and waited for him to tell me why he was so late. Finally I said, "Well?"

"Well what?" he asked, not looking at me.

"You know what, you goose. Why are you so late?" I asked.

"Oh," he said, avoiding my question by appearing busy. "Uh... It's a.. sorta long story. Tell ya once I'm set up, k?"

"I thought something had happened to you!" I berated him.

"Aww, what, you were worried about me?" he teased with a slight smirk. "You actually cared?"

"Yes!" I said defensively. "Of course I cared!"

"Huh," he mused. "Never thought I'd live to see the day Grace cared about anything."

"Are you set up yet?" I hurried him impatiently.

"Oh, uh, yeah." He said, dragging out his words

"Okay, then tell me. Why are you thirty minutes late?" I asked.

He looked up at me and took a deep breath.

"I met the most beautiful boy on the way here," he gushed.

"Oh, Asher," I sighed. "I should've guessed."

"He had lovely goldish blonde hair and gorgeous eyes that looked like honey and freckles and a dazzling smile and just-hgahhg," he swooned. It was almost comical, watching him babble on about his latest crush.

"His voice, too. Oh yeah, and his laugh. It's adorable. He's really nice." Asher hadn't taken a breath.

"What, did you get lost in his eyes?" I teased.

"A little bit," Asher admitted.

"Okay, so I met him when I was crossing 11th Street {random street number 1} and I was just walking along when I noticed that someone else was trying to pickpocket some guy and I thought 'Well, that's no good'. So I rushed forward to try to stop them but I accidentally knocked Blondie over in the process. I managed to get his wallet back and I turned to help him up when I realized how attractive this guy was. And I just froze there," Asher spoke breathlessly.

"Oh no."

"Oh yeah." Asher said with a grin. "So I stood there in awe of him for a solid 5 seconds, then I finally pulled myself together and helped him up. He's taller than me-"

I interrupted him. "Everyone's taller than you, Asher."

He stuck his tongue out. "Shut up. Anyways, like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, he thanked me and introduced himself. I couldn't really hear him but I didn't want to be awkward so I just said 'Nice name. I'm Asher.' We were going in the same direction, so we decided to walk together. We talked a little bit about life in New York City and weird encounters we've had and stuff. I don't remember exactly. I was too distracted by his pretty face and lips to pay full attention to the conversation."

"OH MY GOSH ASHER," I yelled, bemused and exasperated. "YOU CAN'T JUST STARE AT SOMEONE'S LIPS WHILE YOUR HAVING A CONVERSATION. ESPECIALLY NOT WITH A STRANGER."

Asher turned red. "I did not mean to say that."

"Oh my gosh," I repeated. I wasn't particularly surprised, however. It wasn't like it was an unthinkable thing for Asher to do. One time he accidentally told a total stranger that his face was hot.

"But yeah, anyways, that's why I'm late." Asher finished, still slightly pink. We had no more time to discuss Blondie because the next wave of hungry people had come. Once they had left however, I prepared to mercilessly tease Asher. Just then, a girl showed up and I completely forgot what I was doing.

She had long, cinnamon colored hair adorned with a silver leaf crown. She wore a simple white blouse and white pants. Her hazel eyes were sort of shaped like mine. She had fair skin and a few freckles on her visage. She set up a stool and a whiteboard that read "DONATIONS WELCOME". She got out a guitar from her guitar case, then started to tune it.

"Who's that?" Asher asked, curious about this newcomer.

"My future wife."

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A/N It feels like that took forever here.

PLEASE comment and vote! I want feed back! I'll be working on the 2nd part tomorrow, so hopefully it'll be up sometime then.

So yeah, remember, BE STRONG IN THE REAL WAY! HYE, my girs!

P.s I know I already uploaded this on my short story book but this book has more reads so dangit i'm a do it.

I'm so tired rn

pls read it I am but a simple child who just wants people to love her children

specially asher

my son