Hey babes! This is a new little number I've been working on the last few days. I originally wrote the first part of this first chapter for a different fandom a couple years ago, intending to actually make it into a multi-chapter story. But I lost my inspiration for it. So I took it down and rewrote it for Skyeward, complete with inspiration for multiple chapters. :)
It's only going to be about 3 or 4 chapters, depending on how long the last one decides to be.
Title comes from the Big Time Rush song, "You're Not Alone" which was the inspiration behind this story.

Enjoy!

Grant lets out a groan of frustration as he sits at the desk in his bedroom, staring down at his math textbook and notes trying his hardest to focus long enough so he can study.

Hearing his cell phone go off next to him, he glances at the caller id to see who's calling him. Skye. He leans back in his chair and reaches over to pick up his phone. As soon as it's next to his ear, he hears faint crying noises coming from the other end.

"Skye?" he asks.

"Hey Grant," she manages to get out, "you're my friend, right? You'd never hurt me?"

"Of course I wouldn't, Skye," he says, every part of him instantly filling with shock and concern.

"Good," she replies. Then there's silence, neither teen knowing what exactly to say at the moment.

Grant finally breaks the silence with a question, "How come you're calling?"

He hears her swallow thickly. "I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?" he asks. "Is there something wrong? Because even though we've lived on the same street since we were kids, you've never really just called me up out of the blue for anything, especially in the last couple years. Or did you just call me so you could get out of doing something at home?" he smiles.

"Miles cheated on me!" she shouts into the phone as she lets out a loud sob. "With some random blonde bimbo!"

"What?!" Grant shouts, jumping up from his chair rather loudly, and then quickly calming himself down. He walks over to his bed and sits on it quietly, hoping that his grandmother won't come in to check on him. "He cheated on you?"

"Yeah," Skye says through her crying. "I saw him with her up in the new weight room at school. I was going up to surprise him before he went to practice and I saw them together. She had her slutty hands all over him, and he didn't do anything to stop her! And then she kissed him! And he just kissed her back!"

"Wow. I am so sorry Skye. I know you really liked him."

"Well, things change," Skye says, her crying slowing down, "I thought that he and I had something. I thought that I could trust him."

"Sometimes people aren't really who they seem to be," Grant tells her. "Sometimes they are completely different and they can turn out to be a total jerk."

"Well I'm glad you're not like that, Grant. You'd never do something like that to me, right?"

Grant smiles slightly into the phone, "Skye, I would never, in my entire life, dream of hurting you the way that jerk did. You deserve someone who will care for you every minute of every day, and someone who would never do anything to hurt you. You're way too special to be treated like you're anything less than."

"You really think so?" Skye asks through her sniffling.

"I know so," he says to her in a soft voice with a small nod of his head.

"Thanks, Grant. You really are a great friend; even though we don't hang out that much anymore. I feel pretty bad about that, actually."

"It's no problem, Skye," Grant tells her. "And don't feel bad, life happened and we just kind of grew apart a little."

"Yeah, you're right." Skye takes a deep breath, "So, what were you doing before I called you?"

Grant lies back on his bed, bending one arm up under his head, "Oh, you know, just playing some guitar."

"Finally finish a song after all these years?"

Grant sighs, "No, unfortunately not. Nothing seems right."

"Well I'm sure you'll come up with something eventually. You just have to find the right inspiration."

Grant smiles, "Yeah, I guess I do."

"So is that all you were doing? Just playing guitar? Because if I know Gramsy, then I know you couldn't have been playing guitar the entire time since school got out."

Grant chuckles, "No, you're right. I was actually studying when you called me. More specifically, studying math. Even more specifically, studying geometry. But it's pretty hard to wrap my head around."

"Well I'm sure you'll be able to understand it eventually," she tells him. "I have complete faith in you."

"Thanks, Skye."

"Anytime."

...

Glancing over at the clock on his nightstand, Grant sighs when he sees the time. "Skye," he interrupts her while she's in the middle of telling him something. "Skye!"

"What?"

"Stop talking for a minute," Grant laughs quietly.

"Sorry. What's up?"

"Have you checked the time?"

"Um, no. Not yet. Why?"

"Because I just did, and it's five in the morning. We've been on the phone all night."

"Wow," Skye breathes out, "I don't think I've ever been on the phone with someone for this long."

"Neither have I. But I do know that there's no one else I'd rather be on the phone all night with."

"Thanks, Grant. But we should probably get off of the phone now because we're going to have to wake up soon and go to school."

Grant laughs, "Yeah. We'll get like what, two hours of sleep?"

Skye laughs too, "Yep. Well I'm gonna go know. See you at school, Grant."

"Yeah, see you later, Skye. Bye."

"Bye."

Grant sighs as he pulls his phone down from his ear and then looks over at his clock.

Letting out a sigh, he stands up from his bed, placing his phone on his nightstand, and walks back over to his previous spot at his desk and sits down. He leans forward in his chair, pulls his textbook and notes back in front of him, and continues to study.

...

Walking into the school building, Grant lets out a large yawn. He sleepily walks towards his locker and unlocks it, not really sure why he's opening it. He doesn't need to.

Closing his locker with a sigh, Grant turns and makes his way down the hallway towards the cafeteria to meet his friends.

Once he reaches the cafeteria, he moves over to the table in the far corner, immediately sitting down and dropping his bag onto the top of the table. He rests his chin in his hands and lets his eyes slowly droop closed.

"What's up with you, mate?"

"Hmm?" he replies, turning his head in the direction of the voice but not opening his eyes.

"I asked what's up with you."

He opens his eyes to see his friend Kebo sitting next to him, his brows furrowed together.

"I'm fine," Grant tells him.

"Well you definitely don't look fine," his other friend, Kara, speaks up from Kebo's other side. "Did you even sleep at all last night?"

Grant shrugs, "So what if I didn't?"

"If you didn't sleep does that mean you were up all night studying for the test today in math? Because that's the only excuse I'll actually accept."

"I mean, it started out as studying."

Kara sighs, "What happened?"

"Skye called me."

Kebo lets out a laugh, "Oh we shoulda known it was her, Kara."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Grant asks.

"Oh nothing. Just that every time she calls you or texts you or says hi to you in the hallway you completely lose yourself. You're so in love with her."

Grant rolls his eyes, "I am not in love with her, Kebo. She's just a friend."

"Right," Kebo nods. "A friend that you're madly in love with."

"You know what, I'm not doing this with you this morning. I'll be in the library during first period studying for the math test." He stands from the table and swings his backpack up onto his shoulder. "I'll see you guys later." He turns around and makes his way out of the room towards the stairs.

Driving his truck down the gravel road, Grant softly hums a melody to himself, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, his eyes flitting back and forth across the road.

Pulling up to an intersection, he stops briefly to check the way is clear before pushing on the gas to make a left turn and continue driving down the road.

His brows furrow together when he sees a figure standing along on the side of the road a few feet ahead of him.

Slowing down, he peers out the passenger window and his eyes go wide when he sees who it is.

He quickly rolls the window down and leans forward, "Skye!" The figure looks up at him and he pulls his car over to the side next to her.

She furrows her brows at him, "Grant?"

"Hey," he says, "what are you doing way out here?"

"I was on a walk," she shrugs.

He raises an eyebrow, "A walk? Out in this part of town?"

"Okay, so maybe I got a little lost while I was walking and thinking," she admits.

He chuckles, "I figured as much. Climb on in; I'll give you a ride home."

"I appreciate that, Grant, but I'm actually waiting for Lincoln. I called him and he said he'd come by and pick me up."

"How long ago did you call him?" he asks her.

Skye glances down at her phone and then back up at Grant, "Two and a half hours ago."

Grant sighs, "Get in."

Skye lets out a breath and then steps forward, pulling open the car door and climbing up inside the cab.

She shuts the door and looks over at Grant, "Thanks."

"No problem," he smiles at her. "Now buckle up."

"Yes sir," she gives him a mock salute and then pulls the seat belt over her body, clicking it into place.

Grant chuckles lightly and then pulls away from the side of the road, heading back down the street.

"So," Skye speaks up, "you know why I was out here. Now I want to know why were you out in this part of town."

"I was running some errands for Gramsy," he tells her. "She needed me to drop off some things to a friend of hers who lives out here. I was supposed to be home a couple of hours ago but I saw some people who needed help with something and I figured I didn't have to be home right away so I stopped to help them."

"Ah," Skye nods her head. "Good Samaritan Grant strikes again."

He glances over at her with furrowed brows, "What?"

"Good Samaritan Grant," she repeats. "Ever since we were kids you've always gone out of your way to help people. People close to you, random people you meet, people you barely know. You always help people; it's like second nature to you."

"You can blame Gramsy for that," he tells her. "If I see somebody that needs help I have to at least offer my help."

"And this world definitely needs more people like that," she smiles.

"I'm nothing special," he says.

"You may not think so, but I'm sure all the people you've helped would beg to differ."

"I guess I'll just have to take your word for it."

"Yes you will," she nods. "Now, how long until we get back to our part of town? I'm starving; I haven't eaten in a few hours."

"Check the glove box," he tells her.

Skye furrows her brows and leans forward, opening up the compartment in front of her. She gasps and looks over at Grant, "Reese's Pieces? These are my favorite."

"Really? I had no idea," he fights against the smile that wants to escape. "I accidentally grabbed those when I meant to grab something else. But I didn't realize until I had already paid for them and was on my way home."

"You are such a lifesaver, Grant Ward," she leans back in her seat and tears open the candy wrapper, popping a few pieces into her mouth. "How much longer until we get back?" she asks him around a mouthful of candy.

"I don't know for sure," he says. "But it shouldn't be too much longer. You weren't that far away. If you kept walking I'm sure you would have made it back."

"Well then thank goodness you came driving by," she says.

He looks at her, "I just said if you kept walking you would have gotten home."

She shrugs, "I know. But I'm not really one for exercise."

He chuckles, "Yeah, I know."

"Why is there no music playing?" she asks him after a minute. "Car rides are so boring without music."

Grant shrugs, "I like the quiet; sometimes I come up with new melodies when I'm just driving by myself without music on. And if someone else is in the car then I usually like to talk."

"That's so lame," Skye leans forward and flips on the radio, immediately finding her favorite station. "Ooh, I love this song," she smiles, leaning back in her seat and singing along to the song as she continues to eat the candy.

Grant keeps his eyes on the road, a small smile gracing his lips as he goes.

So? What did you think? Let me know in a review down below. I'd love to know your thoughts.

Also, in light of recent things that happened with AoS, I am working on a super special project for Brett to let him know how much we love him. If you're interested, just let me know. I'd be happy to give you more details. :)

Until next time,
Jellybean96 out!