Greya's POV...

I have an appointment with my guidance counselor today. I'm going to talk to her about UCLA and all the steps I need to take. I also made an appointment for Chase and I to talk to his psychologist this afternoon. I need her to help me talk to Chase about moving, get her thoughts on this whole dilemma. If it's not going to be beneficial for Chase, then moving is out of the question.

Becker texted me brief indications of his safety all night. I'm glad he did but now I'm exhausted and I'm sure he is too. He hasn't come to class yet this morning and texted me he's going to stay in the music room today. I know something's wrong. He doesn't usually skip regular class to be there unless something's bothering him. Playing his music is a form of therapy for him.

I too skip my next class to find him. I need to see him, see that he's ok and talk to him about what he found at home last night.

When I get there, a beautiful piano melody fills the room. He has his back to me, so I watch him drown himself into his music. His posture and movements are totally engulfed in what he's performing, he looks magical to me.

I slowly make my way to him and stop beside him so he knows I'm here. I wish he didn't stop playing, but as soon as he notices me he stops and smiles.

"That was beautiful, you can keep playing if you want."

Lately, he envelopes me into a hug when he sees me, but instead he shuffles over on the bench and motions for me to sit next to him. When I do, he places his arm around my side and pulls me in to kiss my cheek.

"Are you okay?" I need to be sure nothing's wrong.

"I am now that you're here."

"Talk to me Beck. You've been in here all morning." I reach for his hand and he jerks back slightly. He hasn't been skittish around me lately, so this can't be good.

"Shit! I'm sorry," he says, this time he grabs my hand and brings my palm up to his cheek. He leans into my hand for comfort and closes his eyes. He's trying to fight his demons again and I'll patiently sit here with him, fighting them too.

"Tell me what happened. Did he hurt you?" My eyes roam across his whole body. I'd physically search him too if me touching him wouldn't scare him.

He opens his soulful blue eyes, his left eye glistening even brighter from the water building in them.

"No he didn't hurt me. I found out a lot of things about my life last night and I don't know how to process it all, that's why I'm in here."

"You can tell me, I can help you." My palm is still cupping his cheek.

"I know and I will tonight, if you'll let me come over after my game."

"Of course you can come over, Alec too if you need."

He removes my hand from his face, still holding my hand in his and examines it in an odd way.

"I'm sorry I flinched, I feel so stupid for doing that to you. I'm supposed to be trying harder for you, I don't know what happened."

"You have a lot on your mind, I understand Beck. It's okay not to be okay with me sometimes, just talk to me about it, I'm always here for you."

A lone tear falls down his face and he quickly wipes it away.

"Can you give me a hug?" He asks.

I smile and slowly move closer to him until our bodies occupy all the space between us. I hear him suck in a deep breath while my arms gently wrap around him. He slowly releases his breath, wrapping his arms around me too.

"Is this what love should feel like?" He shocks me with his question. "Yes, Beck it is. And I'll show you everyday what it means and I'll wait for you, as long as it takes for you to realize you are capable of so much love."

"You're my safe haven, Grey. It's only ever been you, even if I back away sometimes, I know I'm okay with you. Please don't give up on me."

"Never." I kiss his cheek.

We pull away from each other. I can almost feel the demons attacking him. "You're going to stay in here all day, aren't you?" I ask.

"Probably," he slightly smiles.

"I have a meeting with my guidance counselor about UCLA." His smile brightens.

"That's fantastic, I'm proud of you."

"I also have an appointment with Chase after school to talk to his psychologist about moving. I'll be back in time for my game."

"Greya, I'm so happy for you. Let me know how it all goes and if you need any help with anything."

Even during his own battle and distress, he still offers to help me. He cares and he knows how to love, he just doesn't realize it.

"We can talk about everything tonight. I'm staying to watch your game too," I tell him and he smiles at me then looks down at the piano.

I know there's so much he needs to say, and I'll give him the time he needs today while I figure out my own problems.

I get up from the bench, startling him again in the process.

"Fuck! Sorry...I don't like the feeling of you being away from me." I give him a funny look. He's complicated and my life is complicated and the only thing uncomplicated is the way I feel about this guy. Deep down we both know we need each other no matter how confusing our lives get.

I smile with him this time. "Want to wager on a hat trick tonight?" He teases.

"You bet," I tease back before walking out of the room.

I walk straight to guidance and have a surprisingly reassuring conversation with my counselor. She informs me that everything's in place for me and Chase at UCLA upon my acceptance of their offer. Easy enough, now to make sure Chase's therapist and doctor and Chase are on board too.

"Hey buddy, how was your day?" I ask my little brother after I pick him up from school.

"Great! But why did you pick me up early?"

"We're going to see Dr. Chandler, I've got something important to talk to you about and I need her help."

He shrugs his shoulders, "Okay."

Chase plops himself down onto the couch in his therapist's office. I sit down next to him, feeling nervous about what he's going to think.

"Hello young man, and Greya," Dr. Chandler's voice is upbeat and I'm so thankful for that.

"Greya says we have something important to talk about?" Chase is already looking for answers.

"Yes, you're right. You're sister wants to talk about a special opportunity for both of you, and I'm here if you want to talk about your feelings about everything after."

He turns towards me. "What do you want to tell me Grey?"

I grab his hand and hold it to keep his attention. "You know how all those college coaches come to watch me at all my soccer games?"

"Yeah."

"Some of those coaches want me to play soccer for them at their college."

"That's totally awesome! I knew it! You're the best player Grey!"

"Thanks little bro. That also means that you'll have to come with me. We will have to move and you'll go to a new school too."

He lowers his head and stays quiet for a few minutes.

"What do you think about all that?" Dr. Chandler intervenes.

"Where will we move to? Would I go to a blind person school like the one I'm at now?"

"We would move to Los Angeles so we'd still be in California. I also found two different schools that I think you'll like. One is just like yours now and the other is a small private school with kids who can see."

"So I could go to a normal school?"

"That's something we can all talk about," Dr. Chandler tells him.

"Okay. Can I think about it? Can you tell me about both schools first? Do they have sports and comic books in braille?"

The therapist and I both smile.

"How about I tell you all about them after Becker's game tonight?"

"Yes and we can all have pizza and tell Alec to come too...wait...if we move, how will we see Becker and Alec again?"

"We can talk with them tonight about that if you want, buddy?"

"Yeah, sure."

"So how about you both come back and see me in a few days after you've both had time to discuss everything and you can tell me what you've decided, Chase?"

"Sure Doc!"

I though he'd bombard me with a hundred questions on the ride home, yet he's been uncharacteristically quiet.

"What are you thinking about, buddy?"

"Just thinking."

"Do you have any questions for me?"

"Not right now Grey, maybe later. Can Fynn bring me to your game tonight?"

"He sure can and then we can order pizza."

"Awesome! You're the best sister."

"I'm your only sister," I chuckle.

"And Greya?"

"Yeah?"

"I want you to play for UCLA. You deserve it. I'll move anywhere with you if it means you'll be happy."

I can't help the tears poor from my eyes. Somehow Grams and I managed to raise such a smart and selfless kid. For all the complicated in his life, he sure finds a way to uncomplicated it.