Fate is Unexpected in Disguise

Summary: Heather meets a mysterious brunette in the most unexpected places. What does fate have to give?

This is my first Glee Heya fanfiction. ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Heather or Naya or Glee. Obviously.

Italics are Character's thoughts.

Enjoy and please review. ;)

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Chapter 2: Trader's Bookshop

Heather's POV

One week later...

"Hey Heather! I'm gonna take my break now kay?" My coworker Chris, stuck his head around a shelf full of books. "Think you can take care of yourself for a few minutes?"

"Yeah Chris, don't worry about me." With a smile he headed outside. "Wait Chris!"

He quickly turned half in the store and half outside.

"Ya?" I smirked.

"Remember the time too. Don't think I don't know about Darren," I whispered to him. Awestruck he pulled his plaid scarf tighter around his neck, huffed and walked out next door. I chuckled lightly, it was times like this that made my job more fun. I walked to my desk near the front of the shop. The store wasn't that big. The building was squeezed between large apartments on one side and an Italian restaurant on the other. Darren worked right next door and Chris was always looking for excuses to see him.

I looked around to make sure that no one was in the store. It was also times like this that I could sing and dance around like a lunatic. I went to our open and closed sign and flipped it to the side "Sorry We're Closed". I happily skipped to my computer and full blasted "If I Were A Boy" by Beyonce.

If I were a boy even just for a day,

I'd roll out of bed in the morning,

And throw on what I wanted ,

And go drink beer with the guys.

I skipped and sang along to the song. I saw are cart full of returned books and decided to put them up.

And chase after girls,

I'd kick it with who I wanted,

And I'd never get confronted for it,

'Cause they stick up for me.

If I were a boy,

I think I could understand,

How it feels to love a girl,

I swear I'd be a better man.

I wheeled around the aisles putting the books up one by one. I pretended to be on a stage and sang through a book I was holding.

I'd listen to her,

'Cause I know how it hurts,

When you lose the one you wanted,

'Cause he's taking you for granted,

And everything you had got destroyed.

If I were a boy,

I would turn off my phone,

Tell everyone it's broken,

So they'd think that I was sleeping alone.

I sang my heart out through the book. I always wanted to sing professionally but I never thought I was really good at it. But I've been told that I was a really good dancer once since I took lessons when I was 5. But then I got into an injury that broke my ankle and I couldn't dance like I use too.

I'd put myself first,

And make the rules as I go,

'Cause I know that she'd be faithful,

Waiting for me to come home, to come home.

If I were a boy,

I think I could understand,

How it feels to love a girl,

I swear I'd be a better man.

I'd listen to her,

'Cause I know how it hurts,

When lose the one you wanted,

'Cause he's taking you for granted,

And everything you had got destroyed,

It's a little too late for you to come back,

Say it's just a mistake,

Think I'd forgive you like that,

If you thought I would wait for you,

You thought wrong.

In all my dancing and singing, I didn't hear the slight jingling of bells as the door opened.

Naya's POV

To think they would have good Italian food here. I walked around the crowded sidewalks looking for a decent restaurant. So far I passed a few Chinese and Mexican restaurants but I wasn't in the mood. It was noon and stores were bustling around with hungry costumers. I was craving some Italian today. The sidewalks were full of people rushing around looking for some decent food. I turned a corner that was a lot quieter.

I soon saw the Italy colors on a nearby shop. I sighed finally, my stomach growled impatiently. Soon buddy, I'll get some food real soon. I patted my stomach reassuringly. I neared the neared the restaurant but stopped when I heard loud music playing nearby.

But you're just a boy,

You don't understand,

And you don't understand, oh

How it feels to love a girl,

Someday you wish you were a better man.

Curious, I looked past the restaurant and saw a small quaint bookstore. Trader's Bookshop it read in bold black cursive. I walked nearer to the bookstore and looked inside. I saw a flash of blonde hair near the back of the store. Is that... The blonde kept dancing, her hair bobbing on her shoulders. She seemed to be singing into a book. Can't be...

I slowly opened the door and flinched when bells above me ringed softly. The blonde didn't notice and kept on doing her own thing. I let a relieved sigh silently escape my mouth. Damn that girl can dance. She continued to dance along to the music her hips swaying with the beat of the music.

You don't listen to her,

You don't care how it hurts,

Until you lose the one you wanted,

'Cause you're taking her for granted,

And everything you had got destroyed,

But you're just a boy...

I smiled and clapped softly applauding her performance. Startled, Heather dropped the books in her hands effectively hurting her left foot.

"Ah shit!" Dropping to the floor she tenderly held her hurt foot in her hands.

"Heather! Are you okay?!" I said alarmed. I gently wrapped my arms around her, helping her up. I walked/carried her to her desk letting her sit in a chair. Once in her chair I knelt in front her gingerly grabbing her foot. Heather winced as I touched her foot.

"Sorry," I apologized. I examined her foot but it seemed to be just a minor bruise. "Looks like it's not that bad." She didn't answer but looked at me with the same endearing eyes. "What?"

"You remembered my name.." She smiled brightly.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?" I joked lightly that caused her to smile wider. I felt those damn butterflies again.

"So. How long were you standing there?" She eyed the closed sign on the window.

"Well, not long. I came in towards the end of the song and by the way I like you better as a girl," I winked. She blushed lightly and I did a little happy dance in my head. I looked around the small store and was amazed by the amount of books that were stacked on each other. They were piled high and seemed to almost topple over. It seemed to have a second floor too with spiral stairs leading up in a corner. "So this is the bookstore you work at."

"Yeah really cool huh?" She slowly stood up not wanting to put any pressure on her left foot. "Come on I'll show you the second floor. It's my favorite place to be." We walked slowly towards the stairs. I couldn't help but run my fingers along the spines of books along the the shelf as we pass by them.

"So many books," I murmured running my finger along the tops of books making light dust fly off.

"Well it is a book store Naya," Heather smirked. We reached the spiraling staircase and walked up slowly.

On the second floor there were more books and a couple of classy chairs around an open fireplace that emitted a soft home feel. It was really bright in contrast to downstairs. On the north wall was a large window that captured the street and buildings across. I felt really relaxed and warm but I wasn't sure if it was the fireplace making me feel this way. Heather walked to the window and looked outside before sitting down on the chairs. She motioned for me to do the same.

Heather's POV

"You like?" I asked sheepishly. Naya nodded her head quickly.

"You have like, the best job ever!" She announced gesturing to everything.

"Thanks," I chuckled. She was being really adorable right now. "I like to come up here when there's no costumers around. It's kind of like my getaway to get lost in these books."

"How long have you been working here?"She asked.

"Mmm," I said thinking. "I'd say for about three years."

"Wow," she was truly amazed of my job. I would of thought it was really not that special to work at a book store.

"How about you? Where do you work?" I really wanted to get off the subject that puts me on the spotlight.

"I work at a bar downtown. I sing three times a week and work as a bartender for two days a week," she shrugged. My mind drifted to Naya in a little maid costume serving drinks. A really short black skirt with black lace tights. Before I could think of anything else Naya snapped her fingers bringing me back to reality.

"Helloo? Heather?" She waved her hand near my face. Her worried eyes carefully studied me.

"Hot-I mean Huh? Erm w-what were you saying?" I adjusted my glasses nervously.

"I said. I'm hungry would you like to go get some food?" Naya stood up waiting for my answer. Even though I had brought a lunch from home, I couldn't stop my self from nodding and saying "Yes!"

This girl could be the death of me.

"Well come one then," Naya walked up to me and softly entwined her fingers in mine. My heart raced and felt like it was going to burst with happiness.

Scratch that. She will be the death of me.

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A/N: Oooooo! Can't believe I got reviews! Haha.. So it seems like everyone want multiple chapters so I WILL! I don't know how many chapters though. But I promise that it will have a lot of chapters! Thank you to everyone who favorited and followed! I'm thinking of maybe a jealous Dianna Argon? ;) lol In the next chapter Heather and Naya will be having their little "Lunch Date" *wink wink*

Oh and could someone tell me what Darren and Chris together is? Like Klaine but with Darren and Chris. :D

My mind is currently running on Brittana and Heya moments.

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