A.N. First chapter. Nicholas Jonas as Nicholas Dunne, Miley Cyrus as Alex Stone

Chapter 1- Crying lightning

Alex's P.O.V.

The name's Alex. Alex Stone. As in, the loner who never fits in, Alex Stone. The age is 17. The place is London. The English one, by the way. You ever been there? If you haven't don't bother. It's all hype. There are no posh snobs or people drinking tea. It's all drug addicts lining the streets, smoke from their cigarettes being inhaled with every breath. And the scene, it's not countryside. I mean, jaywalking isn't illegal here. People take FULL advantage. And then there's tube. I don't see why people think it's so cool. You're packed in a tiny space, people crushing you from all angles. And if that's not bad enough, they're all reading the metro. If you didn't know, it's a paper the tube gives away free over here, and EVERYONE is reading it. The shopping is pretty good though, you know Oxford Street and Camden town and all that. Well, only if you take an interest in it, but I don't. What's the point? I don't have friends, no guy I need to impress, no reason to.

Well, except there's this one guy. Nick. He's a friend. A good friend. And, I like him, as more than a friend. But that doesn't matter. He doesn't like me that way. Why should he? I'm just an outcast.

But don't feel sorry for me, please. I hate that. Feeling vulnerable, like you're totally reliant on one person and it only takes a tiny mistake for everything to go wrong. And it doesn't help either. What does someone pitying you going to do for your situation? It does the opposite. They look at you with different eyes, they don't treat you the same. They annoy you to tell them what's happening, trying to cheer you up when you want to be alone. 'Try to be happy' they tell me. But why I thought. Why can't I just let out my feelings and stop smiling for once, uncovering the painful mask I wear every day, pretending it's alright, it's okay, even when it's not. When I know it's not.

And no, I don't cry at night because I have no one. I don't cry at night because I don't fit in.
I cry because I can. I cry because it stops the hurt. I cry because it helps. I cry, because it's hard.

To cry is to shout, to have the courage to change.
To change is to want, and to want is to gain.

A.N. So sorry it's really short, the next one will be up soon, I promise