(Jack pov)

(y/n) told me that it would be at least a week until the painting would be finished and I should drop by every once in a while. I really hoped that she would say that. (y/n) was the only person my physical age that could see me and I liked that. I loved hanging out with Jamie, but it's nice to talk to someone that really gets me.

We were just sitting on her bed with Lolly resting her head on my lap. She really was a sweet dog, but if Bunny met her he would probably be running back to his warren.

"I'm sorry that's it's so quite, but we could watch some TV, if you'd like." She offered.

"You watch TV?"

"Sorta. I don't really watch it anymore; I just try and pretend its radio." She explained.

"Okay, but I'm getting a little thirsty."

"I'll get you something, Jack. Is water fine?"She got up, grabbed her stick and began to walk out.

"Yeah it's perfect." I commented.

"You can go ahead and watch a DVD if you want, just turn the TV on, then the DVD player, press the button that says open and put it in." she explained.

"Okay." And with that she went down stairs.

After looking through the DVDs, I came across a few that had marker written on it. One caught my eye that said 'Junior Figure skating finals '02'. After following the instructions from (y/n), the movie began to play when I realized that it was a recording from TV.

"Alright the final Junior Figure Skater of the day is, seven year old, (y/n) (l/n)." A male announcer spoke while, (y/n) skated on to the ice and began to warm up.

"Yes, but this maybe the show stopper," A female announcer said. "(y/n) has been training since she was four and if rumor says true, if you didn't know her real age, you might think that she was a pro."

(y/n) wore the typical ice skating dress that was fading from dark blue to ice blue, white ice skates and her hair was held down with gel. As the music began to play, she began to skate and I could never have seen anyone figure skate so young and look like a pro. The swirls on the ice looked like design for Sandy's dream sand and were made with such grace, she made a triple loops, leaps and spins look easy.

"Maybe I should have told you about those DVDs." A voice interrupted making me jump.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just got curious." I explained.

"Don't worry about it, I was probably going to tell you any way." She said while handing me a water bottle.

"That you figure skate?"

"I use to." She told me.

"How come you stopped?" I asked.

"Jack, I wasn't born blind, the next summer after that season I got into an accident."

She began to tell me about the idiot that was setting off fireworks everywhere and was able to save her cousin, but losing her sight as a payment. Her parents began to worry about her and didn't want her stepping on the ice or going to her dance classes that helped her make all those moves on the ice, worrying that she would bump into a wall or slip if she couldn't see her footing.

"So you've haven't been on the ice since."

"No, there are lot things that I can't do anymore. I could also play guitar, but my hands kept fumbling, so I couldn't do it great again." She told me.

"I don't know much about playing guitar, but I know that I could teach you how to ice skate."

"Jack I don't know. I haven't put on my skates in so long." She said trying to get out.

"Don't worry; I'll be there the whole time." I told her.

"You will?" She looked at me with curious eyes.

"Yeah I will, and I won't let go of hand."

"Okay. I have some hand me down skates in my closet, but it may take a while for me to find them." She explained.

"I'll help you." I offered. As we were going through the closet I noticed old pictures of (y/n) in her figure skater outfit, some medals and trophies; some of silver, bronze, and little in gold. I got to box that was filled with the hand me down skates and at the very bottom was a larger version of her skater outfit from the video.

"Found them." I told her.

"Great," she started.

"Why do you have a lager skater's outfit?" I asked.

"Oh, that." She seemed embarrassed. "I liked the uniform when I was seven that I got a larger version." She explained. "Can we just get going." she sounded eager to get lessons, but I knew she just wanted to avoid talking about it.

AN: sorry this took so long, but I getting stuck before this story can really start. Then the thought came to me that since this is a Jack and Reader story, you guys can help me decide what happens next with future polls and comments, tell me what you want to see next, tell your friends. Thanks for the favorites and follows, not to mention the comments; they keep me writing. See ya!