Lox's POV...

This week's been hell, worse than hell actually, if there is such a thing.

After Greya left my house on Tuesday, I slept for a while. I should've known better and gotten myself to bed first, but I fell asleep on the couch thinking of Greya.

Her beautiful face, the tiny freckles that are spread lightly around her button nose and rosy cheeks, those eyes of hers, I swear I could get lost in. A lovely almond shape with light green hues that shine with curiosity and kindness. They say looking through someone's eyes is like boring straight into their soul. Well Greya Matthews's soul is everything good and pure.

As soon as Liam tried to wake me up for dinner, I had a full blown seizure. A long one too, nearly two minutes of convulsing, Liam almost called an ambulance. After that, there was no moving me from this couch and it took until Wednesday afternoon for my body to recover from that one, only to have another much smaller focal seizure later that night.

Liam brought me to see my Neurologist on Thursday and I left his office with new instructions to increase my medication intake to three times a day instead of two.

Now it's Friday and Liam and I are at another UCLA women's soccer game. I'm feeling much better and my left arm is as normal as it gets, my leg isn't giving me trouble either. Fingers crossed that my hell week is over.

All I want to do is watch Greya perform her magic on the field and maybe if I'm lucky, she'll want to talk to me after. I plugged her number into my phone, itching to text her, yet not having enough courage to do it. I was already physically suffering, and I couldn't handle more if she decided to ignore my text.

Her friend Fynn and her little brother are sitting next to us again. Liam and Greya had a brief conversation with each other before she left on Tuesday. She vaguely told him about her parents passing and how she watches over her brother now. Knowing that's she's endured  that type of loss pains me to think about it. Liam says Greya and I have more in common than I think and that I should make the effort and get to know her better, even if that means putting my real self out there for her to see. What's the worst that could happen? I don't want to know the answer to that. I want to believe she's different than everyone else who only see what's on the outside.

Cheering erupts from the crowd as Greya scores the first goal. I hate to admit I wasn't paying close attention as I was lost in my thoughts. Her brother's screaming and jumping around with excitement while Fynn recaps in detail what happened. Maybe the kid wasn't paying attention either.

"Fynn, I have to pee!" The boy nudges Fynn on his arm to get his attention. Fynn hands him a white baton? The kid takes the baton and unfolds it into a walking stick and begins side stepping along the bleachers, his stick tapping on the metal in front of him. What the hell! He's blind.

Liam and I stand up so they can both get by us. "Excuse me," I hear his little voice say as a pair of pale green, almost translucent orbs look up at me. I wonder if he can actually see me at all. "Thank you, he says after he squeezes past. Fynn nods his head in my direction, a gesture of acknowledgment.

"W...we sh...should g...go," I turn to Liam.

"What? Why? The game's not over."

"I Sh...shouldn't b...be h...here."

"What are you talking about Lox?"

I pull out my phone and start typing because there are too many words. "Her little brother is blind."

Liam looks at the screen. "So."

"So, she's basically a mom to a boy who has special needs, she doesn't need a friend like me who will complicate her life even more," I type.

"Even more of a reason you should be friends with her. She has empathy."

I sigh, more to myself because I finally met someone who treats me like a person instead of  an anomaly. And it's unfair of me to push a friendship on her now that I know how much she already has on her plate.

"Bro, you're thinking way too much into this. Talk to her, see where it goes from there."

"I d...don't know." I shrug. I've already gotten my hopes up when I know I don't deserve someone like her in my life. I'm a lot of work and it's something I can't control.

But I want to see where this goes even if I crash and burn. "Can we head to the parking lot before the crowd leaves? We can wait by Greya's car for her," I type on my phone.

"Yeah, sure, let's go." Liam walks down the stadium stairs in front of me in case I trip. This is exactly why changing my mind about talking to her would be best. I'd be more a burden than a friend.

We wait another thirty minutes before Greya and her little brother walk towards us. "Liam! Lox! I thought you guys left?" She's holding her brother's hand while he holds his walking stick in his other.

"Lox here wanted to see you before we left. Great game by the way." I punch Liam's shoulder.

"This is my brother Chase. Chase these are my friends Loxley and Liam." Chase holds out his hand and Liam shakes it first. "Nice to meet you little man!" Chase chuckles, "That's what Fynn calls me," he giggles and has the biggest smile on his face as his eyes are glued in Liam's direction.

"You smell like Christmas trees," Chase inches closer smelling Liam's shirt. "Oh that's my cologne. It's called cedar," Liam tells him. They're both all smiles during this encounter, it's weird and amusing at the same time.

"H...he th...thinks it m...m...makes him m...more m...manly," I joke. Chase and Greya both giggle, while Liam's eyes pop out of their socket, surprised I spoke to them. Hell, I'm surprised too.

Chase then turns to me. "You must have some super powers too?"

"Chase." Greya gives him a warning.

I don't know what he means or how to answer that and look to Greya for clarification, but my silence suggests my confusion and Chase explains what he meant. "I can't see, but I have a really good sense of smell and super sonic hearing, those are my super powers. You can't speak well so you must have other super powers too."

Okay, I didn't see that one coming. Kid's intuitive and blunt.

"I'm sorry," Greya silently mouths an apology. She doesn't need to apologize. Chase seems very smart and he knows that his other senses make up for his lack of sight. I wish I had super powers.

"Chase?" Greya warns him again for whatever reason.

"It's ok Greya, we're going to be great friends," Chase tells her. Liam smiles at him and nods in agreement.

"I...I ha...haven't f...found my super p...powers y..yet," I say to Chase.

"Don't worry, you will!" He beams at me.

"Alright bud, Why don't you get in the car while I say goodbye to my friends," Greya says to Chase.

"Do you guys want to hang out with us?" Chase asks instead of listening to his sister.

"Of course! We'd love that!" Liam chimes in. WTF Liam! I try nudging him without losing my balance.

"Okay! Great! We always have a cookout on Sundays with our friends! Bye Liam and Loxley. It was nice to meet you!" Greya looks like she wants to strangle him and Liam is acting all excited about it.

"Bye, little man. See you again soon," Liam retorts.

I give Liam the death glare, knowing exactly what he's trying to pull off here.

"I'll wait for you at the car Lox. Nice to see you again Greya."

Liam walks away, leaving the two of us standing by Greya's mustang.

"How are you? I missed seeing you the last few days in class." Greya surprises me . I didn't expect her to miss me.

"B...better. Th...thanks." I pull out my phone and start typing again. "I had a rough week. I'm much better now. I'm glad I came to watch you play tonight." A nervous smile creeps across my face.

She smiles in return, instantly relieving my anxiety. "I'm glad you came and I'm happy you're feeling better. I was worried about you." Her words trigger a flutter in my chest causing my breath to hitch.

As much as her concern for me fosters a rare and pleasant sensation, I don't want her to worry about me, it wasn't my intent. She has enough to worry about. I should've sent her a text. She left me her number and I didn't use it once. Of course she was worried after she left my house on Tuesday.

"I'm sorry I didn't text you," I type.

"At least you're here now and I know you're ok," she says.

I wonder what her weekends consist of. Does she stay home taking care of her brother. Is Fynn the only person who helps her? Suddenly, I wish I could help her in some way.

We're standing here in awkward silence for a moment. I don't have a next move. It's a miracle she's still here trying to talk with me.

"Do you and Liam want to hang out with Chase and I on Sunday? We're having a cookout like Chase said." She breaks the ice.

I nod like an idiot in shock. Smooth Lox, real smooth!

"Ok good. Let me see your phone." I give it to her and she hands it back to me a few seconds later.

"That's my address, come over around 2pm."

I nod again. "Th...thanks." Thanks? That's all I can come up with? God, I'm pathetic. Somehow I still managed to get an invite to Greya's house though.

"Would it be ok if I texted you sometimes, to chat or anything?" Wow! I'm not sure how many more surprises I can handle from this girl.

"Yeah! S..s...sure," I shyly stutter and give her my number. I'd rather text than speak and God knows how I'd love to be able to talk with this beautiful human who wants to be my friend. Besides Liam, I've forgotten what this is like to have someone else to share things with.

I lift my phone to type on it again and Greya unexpectedly places her hand on top of it, stopping me.

I look up into her shining emerald eyes wondering what she'll do next.

"Never be afraid to use your voice with me," she softly says. I can't look away. She astonishes me in every situation.

My stutter is embarrassing and inconvenient most of the time. "It..t..t takes a..a l..long t..time to..to..to get th..the words out..t ," I demonstrate what I mean.

"I'm a patient person," she responds.

Yes she is and I sure am grateful for that. I rub my forehead, feeling a slight headache coming on. As much as it is good for me to practice using my voice more, it takes a lot of concentration on my part and it's more tiring than one would expect.

Like she's reading my mind, she grabs my attention again by stepping closer. I realize I'm swaying a little too so she's preparing to help me. I grab onto my cane a little tighter and adjust my stance.

"If talking gets overwhelming for you, use your app. I just wanted to let you know you don't have to be shy about using your voice with me when you want to."

Can she be more perfect?

"Th...thanks G..grey." I smile at her, because what else can I do?

"Anyway, I need to get Chase home so I can keep him on his schedule or things get a bit hectic in my house," she chuckles.

"I'll text you tonight if that's alright?" She adds.

I nod. "S..see y..you S..Sunday." I speak.

I want to say "I love you, you're perfect, will you marry me," but I'm not lucky enough yet to have that pleasure. Someday, maybe.