OURS

Chapter 1: Life makes love look hard

So don't you worry your pretty little mind
People throw rocks at things that shine
And life makes love look hard
The stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours

NO ONE'S POV

It was a very chilly December and twenty year old Miley Stewart carefully walked along the busy street of New York, holding a cup of coffee with one hand. She was taking each step cautiously, telling herself she could do it because after all, she had been doing it every morning for the past two years. She was lost in her thoughts when she felt someone bump into her, making her spill the coffee on the front of her scarf and coat. Twenty one year old musician, Nick Grey, was busy talking to someone on the line with him on his phone when he realized he bumped onto someone. "Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention," he apologized as he gave attention to the lady in front of him. He eyed the damage he caused and saw her coat and scarf stained with the coffee that fell and spilled on the ground in front of her.

"It's okay, I'm fine," she said as she dabbed the wet parts of her outfit with her handkerchief.

"I'll buy you another drink," the young man offered.

Miley lifted her head and shook it. "No, it's okay, thank you," she said with a warm smile on her face.

He was confused; her eyes were focused on somewhere else but him. But her eyes were the best and most beautiful pair he had ever seen. They were dark blue, and so calm and peaceful, as if when you look in her eyes, all your worries would go away.

"I'm okay, thank you," she smiled kindly. "But can I ask you something?" she asked anxiously; her eyes still focused far away.

"Anything," he said as he got lost in her eyes.

"Did I just passed by Eighth Avenue?"

He shook his head in confusion. "No, still two streets away."

She sighed frustratingly and then smiled at him. "Thank you," she said as she carefully walked past him, making sure she was walking near the right side of the sidewalk. He watched her for a while in curiousness.

"Hey, watch it!" A big grown man growled when she bumped into him. That's when Nick realized that she's visually impaired.

"I'm sorry!" she said terribly as she shook in fear.

"Would you be more careful?" the man growled at her before Nick made his way in front of her to shield her protectively from the man.

"Hey man, back off, you don't talk like that to a lady," Nick scowled at him.

"She was blocking my way!" the guy complained.

"She can't see, man. Cut her some slack," Nick said angrily. The man just shrugged and walked away angrily without a word. Nick turned around to look at the disabled lady behind him and see if she's okay. He carefully touched her arm and rubbed circles on it. "Hey, he's gone. You're going to be alright," he said soothingly.

A beautiful smile appeared on Miley's face, and she couldn't help but feel such happiness that someone she doesn't know would defend her. "Thank you. No stranger has ever defended me from anyone."

"It's fine and I would like to make it up to you. Please, let me buy you a drink. I really want to make it up to you," he said, trying hard not to sound desperate. He just wanted to get to know her.

"What you did for me was enough," she said kindly. She was really thankful for what he did. It's just hard for her to trust anyone, especially strangers.

"Please?" he insisted.

She couldn't do anything but smile. She could sense from the sound of his voice that he's really sincere. He sounded like a good young man, so she gave up. "Well, okay."

"I'm Nick, by the way," he said, holding out his hand.

Miley took his hand and shook it. "I'm Miley."

"Don't worry, I'm harmless. I'm not that kind of guy. So would you like me to uhmmm, hold your hand? So I could uhmm, lead you to Starbucks?" he asked shyly.

"Okay," she said and giggled at his sudden shyness. She felt him hold her hand and she smiled. His hand was soft and smooth. They walked slowly as he held her hand tightly so she wouldn't slip away from his grip.

"We're almost there," he stated after a while of walking.

Miley heard a bell ring as he opened the door to Starbucks and he ushered her in. "We're here," he muttered after a while. The smell of coffee filled her senses and she felt warmer inside the restaurant.

"What do you want to order?" he asked when they stood a few feet away from the counter.

"Same as yours," she answered shyly.

Nick creased his eyebrows and felt a little bit confused. "How will I know if you'll like it?"

"Surprise me," she said confidently with a smile on her face. He shook his head in glee and led her to a table. He pulled out a chair for her and she sat down on if carefully.

"Wait here, okay?" he said to her. She nodded and he walked back to the counter to order their food and drinks. He ended up ordering two tall cappuccinos and two chocolate chip cookies.

"Hey, are you with Miley?" the young lady staff on the claiming section with a name tag of 'Demi' asked Nick.

"Yeah," he answered as he felt a little bit confused. So, people here know Miley, huh?

Demi handed him a slightly long metal something and he didn't know what it was. "A couple of mean young men stole this from her a while ago," she said as she gave the item to Nick.

"Oh, thank you. I'll give it back to her," he said kindly.

Demi smiled at him widely. "Thank you. Are you friends?"

"I just met her. I kinda spilled her coffee on her," he said with a chuckle.

"She's a kind girl. You'll like her."

"Yeah, I think I will."

Another Starbucks staff placed some drinks and plates on the lower table inside the working area, and Demi placed Nick's orders on the tray sitting at the upper table near the customer's reach. "Here's your order, Nick," Demi said politely.

"Thanks," he said as he grabbed the tray. He was about to turn around and go to their table but he called Demi again. "Wait, does she come here often?" he asked curiously.

Demi grinned. "Everyday nine am," she answered and winked at him.

Nick laughed and muttered, "Thank you," before walking back to where Miley was sitting.

Miley couldn't help but think about Nick. She had a great time with him yesterday. They talked and he even walked her home. It was hard for her to trust him because he was a stranger to her, but it was even harder for her to say no to him. She's back at Starbucks, waiting on her queue for her order, it's nine in the morning, and she was happy she was able to go there smoothly without her cane.

"Hey! Guess who?" a familiar voice came from behind her and she certainly knew who he was.

"Nick? Hi!" she greeted and smiled.

"You really know how to recognize people with just their voices," he said as he stood next to her. "So, what's your order?"

"Huh? No, I'll pay for mine."

"No, I'll pay," he said as he held her hand. She just smiled shyly and stated her order. He ordered their food and drinks before he led Miley to a booth where she could sit and wait for him. He then walked back to the counter to claim their orders.

When Nick was back beside her, she took the courage to ask him questions. "So, what are you doing here?" she asked politely.

"Just want to have coffee. I know a certain brunette will be here today," he teased.

"How did you know that?" she asked curiously.

"Someone gave me a tip."

"Ugggh, Demi," she groaned. Demi has been her friend since she and her family have moved here in New York. She was Miley's first friend here. She always visits Miley in her house or she takes her to the park sometimes. She loves Miley because Miley's a good listener to her problems and rants.

"Speaking of Demi, she told me to give this to you yesterday. I kinda forgot to do that," Nick said sheepishly as he handed her the item that Demi gave him yesterday.

She took the thing in her hands and smiled when she felt it. "Oh, my cane. Thank you!"

Nick felt silly that he hadn't thought it was a cane. "Why is it short?"

"It's foldable, silly!" she laughed.

"Really? I haven't seen one," he said dumbfounded.

"Here..." she said as she unfolded the cane so she could demonstrate it to him. "Oh, it's broken," she frowned when she noticed a broken part.

He eyed the item and saw that some parts to connect the cane were gone. "Yeah, I think something was gone," he said sympathetically.

"I have to tell my dad to buy me a new one, then," she shrugged and felt slightly sad. She doesn't want to be a burden to her family. You see, her family loves her so much; they give her special treatment, and they support her no matter what. She felt kinda sad that she would never repay them for the hard work and effort they are giving to her, and she thinks she's not worthy for their kindness. She feels that it's too much and they are too sweet and kind to her. So she always finds a way to get herself out of trouble.

"Where do you buy those things?" he asked out of curiosity.

She smiled at him. "There's a shop in 2nd avenue."

"Anyway, do you work?"

"Yeah, sometimes," she answered shyly.

"What job?" he asked with such interest. He could believe she could still manage a job with her condition.

"I play the piano and guitar. My mom would contact people and ask event organizers if I could play. Some organizers are my mom's friends, so they hire me a lot of times."

"Wow, that's amazing. How did you learn?" he asked in shock. Her words really stunned him and all he could do was smile. He couldn't believe that this disabled girl right in front of him can do better things than him. Sure, he can play both the piano and guitar, but he was different from her. He can see and she couldn't, and yet she managed to learn. It was amazing and it captured his interest. It made him want to learn more about her.

She smiled and blushed, and he thought it was cute. "I love listening to the piano, and then one time I told my parents I want to play the piano. They helped me and found a kind and patient piano teacher for me. My older sister loves to play the guitar. She taught me and I was grateful for it. How about you? What do you do, Nick?"

"I'm a musician too. I have this small band with my brothers. We just moved here in New York and we play for a bar nearby,"

"I'm sure you guys are amazing. I want to hear you guys perform but I'm afraid my parents won't let me go to a bar," she said sadly.

"I'm pretty sure that can be fixed," he said slyly.

She chuckled and turned serious after a while. "Nick, can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"What do you think of me?" she asked anxiously.

*He smiled at her as if she could see it. "I think you're amazing. I don't know how you could still go out alone with your condition, but I think that's very brave of you. I think you're the strongest person I have ever met. And you're beautiful both inside and out. You have pretty ocean blue eyes, beautiful locks of brown hair, cute button nose, and nice pink lips," he said with such honesty and sincerity. He really does think that she's someone special.

"Thank you," she said as she blushed.

Now it was his turn to feel anxious. "What about me? What do you think of me?" he asked.

"Oh. Uhmmm... I think you're very kind and trustworthy. You seem normal to me. You have a nice voice. I try to get to know a person with their voice because it's the only way I get to 'see' them," she explained shyly.

He chuckled at her description of him. "Well, that's cute."

"I'm sorry. I'm not very good at describing things," she said with such anxiety.

"No, no, it's okay."

"Anyway, thank you for the coffee and cookie."

Nick felt relieved that he had found her and talked to her again. He wanted to see her every day. She's becoming his inspiration and he thinks it's gonna stay like that for a long while. "Come on, I'll walk you home," he offered as he held her hand.

"Thank you, but I'm fine," she answered.

"But your cane is broken. I don't think I can let you go home alone without it," he countered and Miley couldn't help but smile at his kindness.

"Okay, but only because I don't want anyone to spill coffee on me again," she joked and they laughed.

"Okay, come on."

They talked as they walked to her apartment. They learned more about each other's families. Miley's family just moved to New York two years ago from Tennessee, her dad is a EENT specialist, her mother stays at home to take care of her and do household chores, her sister who's name is Taylor is a fashion designer, she dresses up Miley a lot. Nick grew up in New Jersey but they moved to New York just a week ago, his dad is a surgeon, his mom is a special events singer and house wife at the same time, his eldest brother Kevin is a cardiologist, his other older brother Joe, younger brother Frankie, and him, are members of the trio band called Connect three. Miley learned he does vocals, guitar, piano, and drums too. Well, not at the same time, of course! Anyway, the two got inside the elevator of the apartment building, and Nick walked Miley to her door when they landed on third floor.

"Thank you for walking me, Nick. It really means a lot to me."

"It's my pleasure. Will I be able to see you again?"

"Well I know someone who'll also be at Starbucks tomorrow," she teased.

"I just want to make sure you don't think I'm a creep," he told her. Well if she could see, she would totally think he's a creep. He had been staring at her all the time they were together. He can't seem to fight the urge not to stare into her eyes.

She chuckled. "No I don't. Wait, do you want to go inside?" she offered.

"Thanks, but I gotta go to band rehearsals," he said with a frown. Of course she couldn't see him frowning, but she could hear and feel that he's sad about it.

"Oh okay, take care."

"You too," he said and kissed her hand softly.

Miley felt butterflies in her stomach as he said goodbye and she happily walked in her house.

"Miley, someone left this for you outside the door!" Miley's mother, Tish, yelled.

Miley walked into the living room and her mom helped her sit on the couch. Tish gave the small rectangular box and a bouquet of flowers to Miley.

"Flowers?" Miley asked confused. She brought the flowers near her nose so she could smell it. She sighed and smiled at the refreshing scent.

"Momma? Could you place this in a vas please?" she asked her mom politely.

"Of course, baby. Who is it from?" her mom asked excitedly.

"I dont know."

"There's this small envelope attached on the box," Tish informed her daughter.

"Could you read it for me?"

Tish took the small paper from inside the envelope and unfolded it as Miley opened the box and felt its content. She was surprised to feel a foldable walking cane inside the box. She felt something engraved on the handle and it's written in Braille. She felt it and it read 'Miley'.

"It's written in Braille, Miles. I think the sender wants you to read it," Tish said as she handed the letter to Miley.

Miley carefully took the letter in her hands as her heart pounded louder and faster than ever.

"Dear Miley,

I hope you liked the cane and the flowers.

-Nick."

AN: Hello guys! sorry to keep you waiting on the next chapter of Que Sera, but I'm now working on it. I've been pretty busy starting my part time job. =] yaaaaaay! anyway! I hope you liked this new fanfic =] I LOVE YOU GUYS =]

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