Chapter 1

I was born with a visual impairment. No, I'm not totally blind. I can see some. I guess you would call me "legally blind." There are some things I can't see, but that doesn't bother me too much. My real problem? Finding real friends that would accept me the way I am. Growing up, that was my biggest problem. I got picked on and bullied in school. The other kids used to call me the worst names"Retard," "Loser," and even "Blind Bitch." Nobody really understood how it felt for me. People kept saying, "Just ignore them, and they'll go away." Well, I tried that many times, and no, they never did go away. It was so hard to make and keep friends, too. I was always an outsider, an oddball, or the loser nobody wanted anything to do with. I was barely ever invited to hang out, and even when I was, they would come up with some excuse to bail on me. "Oh, I'm really busy." "Sorry, I have homework." "Sorry, my parents won't let me." I knew they didn't want anything to do with me, because I was "The Blind Girl." They didn't want to deal with looking after me. It would ruin their fun. As for boyfriends and relationships, they all went up in smoke. Every guy I ever liked or dated kicked me to the curb. On top of all this, I was also born with Asperger's Syndrome, and if you don't know what that is, it's a mild form of Autism. I didn't even know I had it, until I was sixteen. Before then, I always wondered why I acted so differently from everyone else. Why was I so immature? Why did I get my feelings hurt so easily? How come I got nervous or stressed out easily? Why was I the way I was? Before then, people kept telling me I was childish and immature. They still did, even after I found out why, but at least I knew the reason why I was like that. I even felt like a burden to my own family. I would get sad or upset easily, and I felt like all I did was make them mad. I felt like everything I did or said was embarrassing or stupid. I know they love me. I always knew they loved me, but I still felt like a curse to them. My childhood was so lonely and difficult. I'm not saying nothing good happened to me, but I am saying a lot of bad things happened to me. College was a little better. I wasn't a target for bullies anymore, but I was still very lonely. I would shut myself in my room, and I barely talked to anybody. I was too afraid that I would get attached to someone, and they'd suddenly stop being my friend, just because I was "The Blind Girl" or an "Aspie." I mean, it happened so many times in the past. I would make friends, get attached, and they'd suddenly turn their backs on me. I just couldn't go through it again. I did have a few friends, but as always, I felt like a burden to them. I was scared of driving them away, just like I drove everyone else away. With everything going on in my life, there was one thing that made me happymy emotional release, and that was music. I've always loved to sing and write songs. I can't read or write music, because of my eyesight. However, I learn a song by ear, and I can still write my own song lyrics. It was my escape from the world, because I would find songs I related to that I could sing. Even better, the songs I wrote were about my life. They expressed my thoughts, my

feelings, whatever was in my heart, and told the story of my life. When I was a teenager, I wanted to be a pop star. Unfortunately, people kept telling me it was impossible. Everything seemed to finally turn around, however, when I discovered a musical group called Celtic Woman, because with Celtic Woman came millions of fans. I met them at my very first Celtic Woman concert I attended with my parents when I was almost twenty-two. I had just finished college. I couldn't believe how many fans lived in my area. They were some of the nicest people I had ever met, and I finally felt accepted. I finally felt like I could be my complete self around them, and nobody would ever judge me. My name is Naomi Grey. I'm from Palm Beach Gardens, Florida, and this is the story of my life. This is my melody.

Chapter 2
One summer night, a little over a year after I met my new friends, we all met at Kirby's Sports Grille for karaoke night. We all ordered food and drinks. Well, I only got a soda, because I don't drink. I don't know what everyone else got. Okay, back to the story. We all loved to sing, especially at Kirby's. The staff was so friendly there. The service was great. The food was delicious, and karaoke night was a blast there. "You want another Dr. Pepper, Naomi?" asked Chlo. "Yes, thanks," I replied. "No ice?" "No ice." I grinned. I don't like ice in my sodas, because it makes them taste watery and flat. Yuck! "I'll get some more fries, too," said Chlo. Okay, I know what you're thinking. Why can't she just get her own food and drink? I would, but remember, I can't see very well. I can't find my way around that bar by myself. "Next up, we have Chico!" the KJ announced. Chico is one of my Celtic Woman friends. He is originally from Cuba. Before that night, I had never heard him sing, so I was really eager to hear how he sounded. He approached the KJ, and grabbed the microphone. The KJ turned on the backing music. It was You'll Be in My Heart by Phil Collins. Then, Chico started singing, and I nearly burst into tears. What a sweet voice! Okay, get a hold of yourself, Naomi, I said to myself. Then, I heard sniffling next to me. I turned to see that Meredith was crying, too. "He's amazing," I whispered to her, wiping my tears away. "Yep," Meredith agreed. I managed to hold in my tears through the whole song. Meredith finished crying when it was over. Me, on the other hand? I broke down when Chico came back to the table, and sat next to me. I quickly wiped away those embarrassing tears with a napkin. "That was amazing, Chico!" I exclaimed. Chico blushed. "Thank you, Naomi." Yes, I had a little crush on him, but I decided to keep my mouth shut. I wasn't really sure yet about my real feelings for him, and plus, I was too scared. "Okay, now, we have Naomi up next!" the KJ announced. I jumped out of my seat, and Meredith walked me up to the microphone stand. The KJ handed me the microphone. The music began, and I started to sing. I sang You Raise Me Up by Josh Groban. Yes, Celtic Woman got me into singing that. I've always loved that song. I almost cried when I first heard Josh Groban's version. Then, when I heard Celtic Woman's rendition, I decided I wanted to learn that song. It has special meaning for me, and you'll find out why later on in the story. Right now, back to karaoke night.

When I finished singing, the entire bar clapped and screamed for me. It always touched me how everyone in that bar was so supportive of my singing, and it meant a lot to me, getting that reaction from them. "How was I?" I asked Meredith as she led me back to my seat. "Amazing, as always!" she replied. "Great job, Naomi," said Jessica. "Thanks," I replied with a smile. "Your fries are here," said Chlo. "Yes!" I barked. My friends laughed. I started eating my fries as Jessica went up next.

Chapter 3
The next day, I was sitting at the table on my front porch, listening to my iPod. I was leaning over a blank journal with a pen in my hand. I was in my own world, so I didn't see my friend, Daniel, sneaking up behind me. He tapped my shoulder. I jumped, looked up at him, and took my headphones off. "Hey," he said. "Didn't mean to scare you." "It's cool," I chuckled shyly. He sat down in the chair to my right. "Watcha doin'?" I sighed, frustrated. "Trying to write a song. I can't think of what to write." "You write songs, too?" "Well, I write lyrics." "That's cool." "Yeah, but I haven't written a song in forever, and I can't think of anything." "Oh." "Like, I know what I wanna write about, but" "The words won't come to you." "Yeah. I haven't been able to write a song in over a year. Stupid Writer's Block." "Yeah, I know the feeling." "You write, too?" "Yeah." "What do you write?" "Lots of stuff." "You just write what's in your heart?" "Yeah." "That's really cool. I'd love to read some of your stuff sometime." "Okay, I'll share them with you." "Thanks." "No problem, but you have to share your songs with me." "Okay. I'll see if I can find some old songs I wrote." "Okay." For a few seconds, we were both quiet. Then, Daniel spoke. "So you like Chico?" I turned red with embarrassment. "What?!" Daniel laughed. "I saw that look on your face at karaoke." I laughed. "Yeah, I like him." "Are you gonna tell him?" "No way." "Why?" "I'm too scared," I sighed sadly. "I'm so tired of getting hurt. Every guy I've ever liked or dated in the past kicked me to the curb, and I just can't go through it again. I'm tired of feeling like I always screw everything up in the relationship. I'm tired of feeling like the world's worst girlfriend, like I can't do anything right." "You're not a lousy girlfriend."

"How do you know?" "Because, you're my best friend, and I know you. You're a wonderful person. Chico would be crazy not to like you, too." "Thanks." "So, are you gonna ask him out?" I took a deep breath. "Maybe." "You never know if you don't take a chance. That's how I got with Teresa. I took a chance, and asked her out." I hesitated nervously. "I'll call him." "Good for you."

Chapter 4
After Daniel left, I went to my room to call Chico. I picked up my cell phone, and stood still for a few minutes. I was so nervous. So many thoughts went through my head. What if he says no? What if he says yes, and then, I screw up the relationship? What if I drive him away? Okay, Naomi, you need to chill out, and call him. I took a deep breath, and dialed his number? My heart was pounding as the phone rang. "Hola," Chico answered. "Hi," I said nervously. "It's Naomi." "Oh, hi, Naomi!" Chico greeted cheerfully. "How are you?" "I'm good." "What's up?" "I wanted to ask you something." Gosh, I was really nervous. "Okay. Go ahead." "Um, I was wondering if you wanted to go out maybe on Friday." "Ohh, yes, I would love to!" I exhaled, relieved. "Where would you like to go?" asked Chico. "Do you like Italian food?" "I love Italian food." "Okay, how about Giovanni's?" "That sounds muy bien." "Awesome! So, I'll see you then?" "What time?" Oops! "Oh, um, is 6:30 good?" "Yes." "Okay." "I'll pick you up at your house." "Awesome. See you Friday, Chico." "Okay. Adios." "Adios." I hung up the phone, and held it in my hand for a few seconds. Wow, he said yes! I called Daniel to tell him the good news!

Chapter 5
On Friday, I was going through my closet, trying to pick out a dress to wear for my date with Chico. I chose my favorite onea long, white, strapless dress. I loved that dress. Every time I put it on, I felt like a Celtic Woman. It made me feel so beautiful. I slipped into a pair of matching dress sandals. I carefully did my makeup, and ran a pick through my hair. I sprayed myself with my favorite perfumeCherry Blossom. I sat in the living room, listening for the doorbell. My mom came out of the bedroom. "Oh, Honey, you look so beautiful," she said. "Chico's gonna be all over you." I smiled. "Thanks, Mom," I said. "You look just like Chlo Agnew." No, she wasn't referring to my best friend, Chlo. Chlo Agnew is one of the members of Celtic Woman. I blushed and laughed. "Thanks." I always blush when people tell me I'm beautiful, because sometimes, I don't see it. Then, someone else does, and it makes me feel good. "You did a great job with your makeup, too," said Mom. "Thanks, Mom." Just then, the doorbell rang. I jumped out of my seat, and zoomed to the door. I stopped for a few seconds to take a breath. Then, I opened the door, and there stood Chico. He looked so handsome in his fiddle crossing sign Tshirt. "Hi," I greeted shyly. "You look beautiful," Chico said with a smile, "just like a Celtic Woman." I turned red. "Thank you." "Are you ready?" "Yep." Chico took my hand, and let me to the car. He opened the door for me, helped me in, and closed the door. What a gentleman! At the restaurant, we sat near a window, where the lighting was better for me, so I could see my food. I have trouble seeing in low light. Anyway, we ordered our drinks. Chico had coffee, and I had a Dr. Pepper. "I didn't know you like Italian food," said Chico, after our food arrived. "I love the pasta dishes," I said. "Like Alfredo?" "Yeah," I chuckled shyly. "Me, too." "I love food." Okay, yeah, awkward moment. Give me a break. I'm always shy at first. Chico laughed. "Me, too." I searched my mind for a few seconds, trying to think of something to talk about without sounding like a complete idiot. "You were really good at karaoke the other night," I finally said. "Ah, thank you. So were you." "Thanks." I blushed a little. "You have a great voice. I didn't know you could sing like that."

"Thank you so much." Chico blushed, too. "I don't think I'm that good." "Well, I'm the music expert, and I say you're really good." Chico laughed. "You have a beautiful voice." "Thanks." "You should be the next Celtic Woman." Pff, in my dreams, I thought. "Really?" "Yeah, you sing just like Celtic Woman." "Thank you so much. It's my dream to sing with them." "You should." "Do you have a dream?" "Yeah. I want to be an actor." "Awesome!" "And, I want to sing in musicals." "You would kick ass." Chico laughed loudly. "You make me laugh." "I'm serious," I laughed softly. "The way you sang the other night, you really got into the song." "I was singing it for you." I suddenly turned red, and cracked a huge smile. I was speechless. "Because, you'll always be in my heart." "You're so sweet."

Chapter 6
After dinner, Chico took me to see a romantic movie. He knew I had a big appetite, so he bought me a large popcorn with a soda. During an emotional scene in the movie, I snuggled up in Chico's arms, and rested my head on his shoulder. I watch the couple in the movie kissing and loving each other, and I caught a glimpse of me and Chico in my mind. It was turning out to be more than a crush. I was falling for him. After the movie, Chico and I walked out of the theater, and the sky was dark. The only things I could see were the street lights, the colorful neon-lit signs, and the lights in the windows of buildings near by. I always loved how everything seemed to light up at night with so many beautiful colors. Chico walked me to the car, and helped me in again. "I don't wanna go home yet," I said to him as he fired up the engine. "I'm having too much fun." "Good, because I want to take you somewhere." "Where?" "You'll see." Chico drove for a few minutes, until we pulled up in a deserted area. He parked the car, helped me out, and grabbed a bag out of the trunk. As he guided me through a small grove of bushes, I heard a peaceful sound of water flowing. It was a beautiful waterfall in a small stream. I couldn't see very much, except for a light that shone by the waterfall, and into the stream. I could see the water flowing and moving in the light. It was beautiful, and so peaceful to listen to. Chico and I sat on the ground, right next to the stream. "Wow," I exhaled. "This is really beautiful." "I know," said Chico. "I love it here. I like to sit here when I'm stressed out or worried. I bring my CD player, and listen to Celtic Woman." "It makes you feel okay again?" "Yeah. I feel peaceful here." I couldn't say anything. I was speechless, and falling deeper in love with him. I couldn't think of anything to say. All I could do was smile. "I have something else to show you," said Chico, digging inside his bag, and pulling out a telescope. "I know you can't see very well, so I thought this would help you see the stars better." He placed the telescope in my hands. I looked through the telescope, up at the sky, and for the first time, I saw starsreal stars. It took my breath away. "Wow." "Aren't they beautiful?" "Yeah," I replied breathlessly, holding back tears. "I've never seen stars before." "No?" "No. I can't see them with my bare eyes. I can see the moon, but I can't see the stars without a telescope." "How does it feel to see them for the first time?"

"Amazing. I can't believe I've never seen them before, and I'm twentythree years old. I feel like I missed out, but now" I wiped tears from my eyes. "Now, I can see them." "I'm sorry you can't see very well." "It's okay. I'm used to it. I'm just really glad there are ways I can see things." "Like telescopes?" "Yeah, and like light." "Yeah." "I really like the light over the water. It looks really pretty when it's dark outside." "Yeah, it does." "I can't see your face very well, except the parts where the light's hitting it, but it makes you look magical." "Magical?" "Yeah, like you're this angel slowly lighting up." "I can see your face very well, and the light makes you glow like a fairy." I was trying so hard not to cry, but his words were like poetry. Then, it was as if we read each other's minds as we both leaned towards each other slowly, and pressed our lips together. The kiss lasted for what felt like forever, yet it went by so fast. It was so real. I had never had a kiss like that before. We were both quiet for a few seconds. We were too speechless to say anything. Then, I spoke. "Wow. That was real." "Yeah," Chico agreed. I took a deep breath. "I really like you, Chico. I think you're awesome." "You're awesome, too." Then, we kissed again. Out of all the guys I liked or dated in the past, nothing I felt for them was ever as powerful as what I felt for Chico. None of the dates I've been on were as romantic as this. It was just a sweet, simple date, just the way I liked it, and I especially liked the company.

Chapter 7
The next day, I was at Meredith and Chlo's house, having lunch with them and Daniel. Oh, I don't think I mentioned this, but Meredith and Chlo are sisters. Anyway, we were stuffing our faces with pizza and chips, and talking about, well, everything. "So, what happened with Chico last night?" asked Chlo. "He took me to dinner," I said, "and then, we went to see a movie." Chlo and Meredith gasped, pretending to be surprised. "Was it a romantic movie?" asked Meredith. "Yes," I replied giddily. "Then, he took me to this waterfall place." The other three leaned in to listen carefully. "He brought a telescope, so I could look at the stars." They breathed in deeply. "I've never seen stars before, because I can't see them with my bare eyes." "Aww, that sucks," said Chlo. I continued. "Then, he told me I looked like a fairy, and we kissed." "Awwwwww!" my friends cooed. "It was so sweet." I couldn't help but smile. "I really like him." "See?" said Daniel. "I told you it would all work out." "Thank you so much, Daniel." "Hey, no problem." "That's what friends are for, girl," added Meredith. I paused for a few minutes, and started to feel a little sad. "I'm still scared, though," I said before taking a bite of my pizza. "Why?" asked Chlo. "I'm scared it's all gonna go up in smoke someday." "Why do you think that?" "It's just happened so many times in the past. Every guy I've ever liked or dated ended up kicking me to the curb. I'm scared it's gonna happen again." Meredith patted my shoulder. "Awww, Sweetie." "After you've been dropped so many times, you start to wonder if there's something wrong with you. Like, am I a lousy girlfriend? Am I really so horrible that no guy would ever want me? They say they do, and then, they find a reason to dump me again." "Well, here's how I see it," said Meredith. "Those guys were assholes. There's nothing wrong with you. If anyone makes you feel that way, remember that they don't know you like we do." "We know you have problems with Asperger's and not being able to see," added Chlo, "but we don't care." "We accept you the way you are," added Daniel. "Yeah," agreed Meredith. "Anyone who doesn't is stupid, because their parents obviously didn't teach them about accepting people. Well, good luck to them holding a relationship."

"Thanks, you guys," I said. I felt relief inside, because I finally found friends that accepted me the way I was. "I feel like I can be myself around you guys, and you won't think I'm nuts." "We think you're different," said Chlo. "But, that's a good thing," added Meredith. "Being like everyone else is so overrated." "I have a confession to make," said Chlo. "I still watch the kiddy shows on Disney Channel sometimes." "I still cry when I watch Snow White and the Seven Dwarves," added Meredith. "When Snow White gets poisoned, and the dwarves stand around her, crying, I can't help myself." "I'm a huge Harry Potter fan," said Daniel. "Teresa makes fun of me, because of it." We giggled and snickered. "Aww, poor baby," Meredith teased. Daniel laughed. "It's okay." "I still sleep with a teddy bear," I said. "We know," said Chlo. "You showed us your Ojo plushy." "I don't think I told you that I talk to her, though." "Hey, I still talk to my stuffed bunny," said Chlo. "I still have action figures I got when I was a kid," said Daniel. "We're all still kids at heart," said Meredith, "but I guess the Asperger's makes you more child-like." I nodded. "Yep." "Nothing to be ashamed of," said Daniel. "I think it's cute." "Yeah," Chlo agreed. "I get so sick of seeing all these robots walking around, acting like 'boring adults' or whatever. They can't just lighten up, and have fun." "I'm so glad I'm not the only one that feels that way," I said, relieved. "Uptight people scare me. Like, when you tell them a corny joke, and they don't even laugh." "I know," agreed Daniel. "That really pisses me off." "I've run into a bunch of those people," said Meredith, "and I wanted to slap them across the face." "You know what else I hate?" I added. "I hate it when people get annoyed over stuff that's supposed to make them laugh. 'Oh, Flo the Progressive Girl is so annoying!' Ugh!" "I know!" Meredith agreed. "Like, sheesh, lighten up, people!" I suddenly started laughing. "How did we go from talking about my love life to this?" "I know how, but I'm not gonna bore y'all with the long story," Chlo chuckled. We all burst out laughing, trying not to spit pizza everywhere. "But, I'm really grateful that I met you guys," I said. "It really makes me feel better to know that I can be my total self, and you won't judge me." "We're like brothers and sisters," said Meredith.

"Celtic brothers and sisters," Daniel chimed in. "Oh, right," Chlo chuckled, pretending to be a ditz. "No matter what happens," said Meredith, "we'll always be there for you." "We're there for each other," added Daniel. "If it wasn't for Celtic Woman, I wouldn't have met you guys," I said. "It's amazing what Celtic Woman has done for us, isn't it?" Chlo enquired. "Yep," Meredith agreed. "Is there any more pizza?" I asked. "I'm still hungry." "Me, too," said Daniel. "Oh, yeah," Meredith replied. "There's plenty left, and there's still plenty of chips, too." "Great," said Chlo. We all got up from our seats to load our plates with more food, and pour more soda into our cups.

Chapter 8
Later that day, I was back at the table on my front porch, listening to my iPod, and leaning over the same blank paper. Yes, I was trying to write a song again. It was so frustrating! I couldn't get rid of the Writer's Block. I just sat there, leaning over the paper, and holding the pen as if I was about to write something. I groaned in frustration, put the lid back on the pen, and sat back in the chair, just listening to my iPod. I stared blankly at the white, fluffy clouds in the blue sky, hoping something would come to me. I sat in that same position for a while, until a tap on the shoulder brought me back to Earth. I turned off my iPod, and placed the headphones on top of my writing supplies. I saw Chico sitting down in the chair to my right. "Hola," he greeted. "Hey," I answered back, as if I was half asleep. "What's wrong?" "Just a little frustrated." "Why?" "I'm trying to write a song." "Oh, I see." "I have Writer's Block. I've been trying to write a song for over a year, but I can't. I know what I wanna write about, but I can't find the right words. Everything I come up with sucks." "Can you show me what you came up with?" "I haven't come up with anything today, and the stuff I came up with before is gone. I tore them up, and threw them out." "I didn't know you write songs." "Yeah, I write lyrics." "What do you write lyrics about?" "My life, what's in my heart, my thoughts, what I go through. Personal stuff. I write about my life. Like, the songs I write are my biography." "What song are you trying to write now?" "A love song." "Love song?" "Yeah." "About what?" "You and me." "Awww." I smiled at Chico. "Chico, last night was the best night of my life. Well, I mean, besides going to see Celtic Woman," I said with a goofy grin. "Of course," Chico chuckled. "I've never felt anything like this before." "What do you feel?" "It feels like I don't know. I can't really describe it but I like it. It's a good feeling." "I'm glad."

"You make me feel things I've never felt before. You make me feel so beautiful, and I don't feel that way very much." "Why?" "My skin is whiter than a ghost. I have all these ugly zits on my face, and my stomach makes me look like I'm pregnant. I have this ugly belly bulge I can't get rid of, and it makes me look like I'm six months pregnant." I tried not to laugh when I said that, but I failed miserably. Chico grinned at me. "You're not ugly." "Thanks." "And, you don't look pregnant." I laughed. "You obviously can't see the belly bulge." "No." "Thank goodness," I jokingly sighed. "And, I can't see your zits." I grinned. "Well, that's because I'm wearing makeup to cover them." "Oh." I snickered. "You look awesome to me." "So do you." Chico blushed. "No way." "Yes way." "Thank you." I glanced at the pen and blank paper again, and sighed in frustration. "Maybe you shouldn't try to force yourself to write a song. Just let the words come to you, and write what you feel in your heart." "Thanks, Chico." "I don't write songs, but I know what it's like not to know the right words to say." "You don't wanna sound like an idiot when you're trying to say something." "Right." "Like, I don't want my song to suck when I'm done." "My mom always taught me to speak from my heart." "That really helps a lot. Thank you, Chico." "You're welcome." "I'll show you the song when I write it." "Okay. I'd love to read it." "Awesome." I smiled at Chico. "Just relax, and the words will come to you. Look at the beautiful, blue sky, the pretty trees, and those white, fluffy clouds, and let go of everything." "Wow," I replied, astounded. "What?" "For someone who doesn't write songs, you sure are poetic." "Ahh, thank you." "Thanks for the advice, Chico."

"You're welcome." Chico changed the subject. "Can I take you out tomorrow? There's somewhere I want to take you." "Sure. Where?" "To the waterfall." "Cool." "I want to take you during the day, so you can see it better." "That sounds great." "And, I'll bring my CD player, so we can listen to Celtic Woman." "Wow, you're a romantic!" I flirted. Chico smiled. "So, I'll pick you up after lunch?" "Why don't we have lunch there?" "Ohh, even better! Okay, I'll bring lots of food." I grinned. "Okay, sounds great." Chico stood up from his seat. "I'll see you then." He leaned over, and kissed my cheek. "Bye." "Bye." I watched Chico get in his car, and drive off. Then, I just sat there for a few minutes, staring at the sky, the clouds, and the trees around me. I leaned my head back, and relaxed.

Chapter 9
That night, I sat at my desk, pulled out some paper, and just started writing. Yes, my Writer's Block was gone. I was finally writing a song. After being blocked for so long, the right words finally came to me. Chico gave me back my inspiration, and gave me my music back, too. It took less than ten minutes for me to write the song. As soon as I finished, I put the pen away, turned off the desk lamp, and got ready for bed. In the morning, Daniel was at my house, eating breakfast with me. We were just talking about, well, love. "I finally wrote a song," I said after I finished chewing my food. "That's awesome!" Daniel exclaimed. "Yeah," I chuckled. "How'd you get rid of the Writer's Block?" "Chico came over yesterday." "Cool." "He found me with my head practically inside the paper." Daniel giggled. "I explained my problem to him, you know, about the Writer's Block." "Yeah." Daniel nodded. "He told me to relax. He practically went all poetic on me, and started telling me to look at the blue sky and the green trees." I grinned. "Awwwww." "He was so sweet. He made me feel beautiful. He couldn't see my flaws." "What flaws?" "Like the zits, this ugly belly bulge, and the fact that my skin is whiter than a ghost." "I can't see them, either." This time, I wasn't wearing makeup. "You don't?" "Nope." I smiled. "Thanks, Daniel." "You are a beautiful woman, Naomi." "Thanks. That really makes me feel good about myself." "It's true." I just smiled, and took another bite of my food. "Yum," I randomly said with my mouth full. Daniel laughed. "You're silly." "I know," I said, still with a full mouth. "Nom-nom-nom-nom-nom," I mumbled as I chewed my food. Yes, I am a crazy person. Daniel burst out laughing. I finished chewing my food. "I'm a nutcase." "Yes, you are," Daniel teased. I was just about to tease him right back, but then, I saw him stuff a big bite of food in his mouth. "Good grief!" I laughed. "How the heck can you get that in your mouth?!"

Before you wonder what's wrong with the two of us, you need to know something. My friends and I are very silly and random. Like I said, I can be my complete self around them, and they don't judge me. It's gotten to the point where I can show them my craziest side, and make them laugh. I discovered they were very silly, too. Look at Daniel. He just stuffed a bunch of food in his mouth. I could swear the bite was twice as big as his mouth. When we all get together, we do and say crazy things that we would never do in public, and most of the time, we start goofing off out of nowhere. Okay, back to the story. Daniel and I finished our breakfast, and put the dishes away together. "Do you wanna see the song I wrote?" I asked. "Sure," Daniel replied. I flew up the stairs to grab the written lyrics off my desk, and zoomed back down the stairs again. "Here," I panted, handing the song to Daniel. I caught my breath as Daniel read through the lyrics. "Wow," he said. "What do you think?" I asked. "These lyrics are beautiful," he said. "Chico will love them." "I'm gonna show them to him today. I have another date with him." "Really?" "Yep. We're gonna have lunch by that waterfall we went to on the first date. He's bringing a lot of food." "You're having a picnic." "Yep, and he's bringing some Celtic Woman CDs for us to listen to." "Awwww, sounds really romantic." "Yeah, I can't wait. I should probably get ready soon." "What time is he picking you up?" "Noon." "You still have a couple hours." "Yeah." "Wanna watch some TV for a little while?" "Sure." "Then, I'll help you get ready." "Thanks," I said happily. Chico and I spent every waking hour with each other. Okay, maybe not every waking moment, but we did spend a lot of time with each other. We did everything together. We went out to eat, went to the movies together, and we even spent time together at each other's houses. I met his family. They were so welcoming and kind. They didn't speak a lot of English, but luckily, Chico translated for me. I even learned a little Spanish. We also sang together on karaoke nights. Yes, together, as in duets. Pretty cool, huh? Then, of course, there was the waterfall. We would lie next to it for hours, just listening to Celtic Woman, cuddling in each other's arms, and relaxing. With Chico, I felt things I had never felt before. I was falling hard for him. I could see us spending our lives together.

Chapter 10
About a month and a half later, in late July, I was sitting on my front porch again. It was nighttime. I was sitting on the porch swing, staring at the stars through a telescope. I put it down when I heard a car pull into the driveway. Daniel got out of his car, walked up to me, and sat next to me. "Hey," he said. "Hey," I replied, still trying to wake up from daydreaming. "Watcha doin'?" "I was looking at the stars with the telescope Chico gave me." "Cool. Can I see?" "Sure." I picked up the telescope again, and handed it to Daniel. Daniel looked through it. "Wow, pretty awesome." "Yeah." "I guess this really helps you." "Yeah." "It's gotta be hard." "What?" "Not being able to see everything like everyone else." "Yeah, it gets tough sometimes, but I'm pretty used to it." "Wouldn't it be great if you could fix that?" "Yeah, but I'm pretty happy the way I am." "I understand." "Been like this my whole life." "Yeah. I guess it would be kinda scary to make a big change like that, wouldn't it?" "Yep, but hey, there're some good sides to having bad eyesight." "Like what?" "Well, I get all this really awesome equipment. I get these really cool programs on my computer, and not being able to see very well gets me out of doing some things I don't wanna do, since I wouldn't be able to do them anyway." Daniel laughed. "Yeah, I guess that's good." I snickered. "Yeah." "I'm glad you're happy the way you are, though, and you can use your disability to help other people." "How?" "Well, you wanna be a singer, right?" "Yep." "Well, you can set an example for people not to let anything stand in the way of their dreams." I only had to think about that for two seconds, and then, I flashed a big smile. "Yeah!" I exclaimed. "I mean, you're not letting your disability get in your way." "I can teach others to do the same." "Yeah. You're a great singer. You sing from the heart, and you make a lot of people happy when they hear your voice."

"I do?" "Yeah. You make me happy." I smiled. "Awesome." I was a little speechless. I didn't know how to respond to such a big compliment. "I mean it. I've never heard a voice like yours before." Tears started forming in my eyes, and I kept smiling. "Thanks, Daniel." "No problem." Daniel wrapped his arm around me, and gave me a big hug. Then, he changed the subject. "So, how are things with you and Chico?" I smiled big when Daniel brought up Chico. "Great." "That's good." "I love him so much." "Awwww." "I can see a future with him." "What kind of future?" "Getting married, both following our dreams, growing old together, and being buried next to each other." "You really love him, don't you?" "Yes." "I'm so happy for you, Naomi." "Thanks." "No problem." "How are you and Teresa?" Daniel sighed sadly. "We've been fighting a lot lately." "Sorry." I felt a little worried, because I knew how much Daniel loved Teresa. I was hoping nothing bad would happen. "Thanks." "Is it okay if I ask why?" "Sure. I need someone to talk to about it." I listened. "She's been constantly criticizing me a lot, and she's always making me feel bad." "What?" "Yeah, she gets mad at me for trying to put an effort into our relationship. She gets mad when I call her at a bad time, which seems to be all the time. She's always putting me down." Daniel hung his head. "I feel like I can't do anything right anymore." "Maybe you should tell her how you feel." "Yeah, I will." "She shouldn't treat you like that. I mean, you're just trying to be a good boyfriend." "Yeah. I try to give her everything she wants, but it's never good enough." "I know how bad that feels. It really, really sucks." "Yeah, it does." "I can't tell you how many times I got pushed aside in past relationships. I tried to give them everything, but it either wasn't good enough for them, or they were asking too much from me."

"I'm sorry." "I put in one hundred percent effort in the relationship, tried to show them that I cared, but apparently, I wasn't good enough for them. Then, Chico happened. I really hope you and Teresa can fix things." "Me, too, and I hope you and Chico stay together forever." "Thanks."

Chapter 11
I was hoping the same thing, but not too long after that night, things seemed to be going downhill for me and Chico. I hadn't heard from him in over a week. I ran into him a few times, and he barely said two words to me. He suddenly seemed so distant, like he didn't want to even talk to me. I wondered if I did something wrong. After two weeks of silence, I finally picked up the phone to call him. I stood in the middle of the living room like an idiot with the phone glued to my ear. It kept ringing and ringing, until I got his voicemail, just as Meredith entered the house. She saw me with the phone to my ear, along with a worried expression on my face. She stood still while I left a message. "Chico, it's Naomi. When you get this message, I need to talk to you. Please call me back. Bye." Then, I hung up, and plopped my butt down on the sofa in frustration. "What's wrong?" asked Meredith. "Chico won't talk to me," I said glumly. "Why?" Meredith sat next to me on the sofa. "I don't even know. I haven't heard from him in two weeks, and when I see him, he barely says two words to me. I tried to give him space, but damn it, it's been two weeks. I had to call him." "I'm so sorry, Naomi. I hope you can get in touch with him, and find out what's going on with him." "I'm scared I did something wrong, but I don't know what I did." "That makes me so mad when people do that. They don't talk to you, so they leave you worrying yourself sick that you did something to make them mad. That just pisses me off. I've had friends do that to me before. It sucks." "How am I supposed to know what I did if he won't talk to me?" "I know, Sweetie, but I don't think you did anything wrong. Maybe he's just busy." "I don't know. I mean, when I see him, he's always socializing with his other friends, but he barely says anything to me." Meredith sighed. "Yeah, what's up with that?" Finally, my cell phone rang. "Oh, that could be him," Meredith said hastily. I answered. "Hello? Hey, Chico. Yeah. Look, you've been really distant lately. Are you mad at me for something?" My face suddenly scrunched up in hurt. "Okay," I said glumly. "Fine. Whatever. Bye." I slammed my phone shut, and sighed heavily. "What did he say?" asked a worried Meredith. "He said he needed space." "What?!" Meredith shrieked. "Yeah, so he won't tell me what's going on." "That is messed up!" I groaned. "I'm so sick of being kicked to the freakin' curb!" I shouted. Meredith hugged me, and wiped tears from my eyes. "I know. It's okay."

"Sorry you have to put up with my whining," I sniffled. "I know it's annoying." "No, it's okay. You're not annoying me. If you need to scream, go ahead. Scream. Get mad. Flip out. I'm here for you, Naomi. I'm not going anywhere." "What's wrong with me? Why can't I keep a boyfriend? I mean, I try to put in a hundred percent. I don't shut him out. I don't go behind his back. I don't lie to him. I give him my heart, and he always breaks it. Am I really so awful that no guy will ever want me?" "No. Some guys are just stupid." "I don't get it. Chico said he needed space. I gave it to him." "Then, maybe you should tell him that. You should talk to him, and see what's going on." "I tried." "Well, this time, tell him you're not going anywhere, until you get a straight answer, because it's not fair to you that he's shutting you out like this. He needs to realize what he's doing to you, because seeing you like this, it kills me. I hate seeing my bestie like this." "Thanks, Meredith." "No problem." "You know, I feel like I'm fifteen again." "How so?" "Well, there was this guy in school I liked, but he just wanted to be friends. I respected that." "Yeah." Meredith nodded in agreement. "I tried to be his friend, but apparently, I made him think I was stalking him. I apparently scared him off, so after a while, I just stopped talking to him. I mean, what was the point? I'd just make things worse. For the rest of high school, I didn't talk to him. I wanted to, though. I wanted to make amends with him, but I was too scared to even go near him. I didn't wanna scare him away again. I went off to college, and totally lost touch with him." Tears began to fall as I spoke. "Then, a few years ago he died." "Oh, no," Meredith replied sympathetically. "I'm so sorry." "Now, I feel like it's happening all over again. I'm apparently smothering Chico. Thinking about it, I think I know why I can't keep a guy. I don't know when to get the hell out of the way." "No, Naomi, you are not smothering him." "Then, why did he shut me out, and tell me he needs space?" "I think he's being a whimp, so go talk to him. Tell him you're not leaving, until he gives you an answer. Tell him exactly how you're feeling. Naomi, you did give him space. He needs to get off his butt, and start putting effort into the relationship again." "Thanks, Meredith." "Anytime, Sweetie." Meredith and I hugged each other. I changed the subject. "I still feel bad about what happened with that guy." "Aww, why?"

"I wasn't trying to smother him." I wiped tears from my eyes. "Now, I'll never know if he forgives me, because I was too scared to talk to him." "Aww, Honey, I think he's forgiven you. I think he's watching you from heaven right now." "Thanks." The next day, I decided to take a little walk to visit Chico. His house wasn't too far from mine. It was just in walking distance. On my way there, I tried to think of the right words to say to him. I was so nervous, but I knew I had to do this. I approached his house, slowly sauntered up to the door. I took a few moments to get up my courage. Then, I took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell. My nerves shook when Chico opened the door. "Hola, Naomi," he said cheerfully, as if nothing was wrong.

Chapter 12
"Chico, I need to talk to you now," I said nervously. Chico sighed. "Naomi, I thought I told you I need space, so please" "Stop," I snapped. "I gave you space for the past two weeks, and it's killing me. I need to talk to you right now, and I'm not leaving, until I get some answers." I took another deep breath. "Look, you've been really distant lately. I haven't heard from you in a while, and when I see you in public, you barely say two words to me. I feel like I've done something wrong, and I don't know what it is. I can't fix it if you just shut me out. It's not fair to me. If this relationship's gonna work, you need to do your part, too. I'm putting in a hundred percent, and I feel like I'm getting nothing in return. It really hurts me when you just shut me out, and don't talk to me. Then, you tell me you need space. It's not fair to me, so I need to know what the problem is." Chico didn't answer. "Fine." I turned in frustration. "Well, you know what? I said everything I have to say, so drop by when you get your balls back." I turned away from Chico, and stormed off. Well, nothing changed for the next few days. Chico still didn't talk to me, and I couldn't stop worrying. Finally, I couldn't take anymore. I spent those past few days, holding in all these emotions, pretending I was okay. I called up my three best friends. I really needed them. They came over to my house, and found me in my room, lying on the bed with my face hidden in the pillow. "Hey, Naomi," Chlo greeted sweetly. "You okay?" I turned over, and faced my friends with a wet face. "Chico still won't talk to me," I sniffled. "Did you talk to him?" asked Meredith. "Yeah. I went over the day after that phone call, and told him how I felt." "What did he say?" "Nothing, so I told him to drop by when he gets his balls back." Chlo snickered. "What's so funny?" I asked. "What you said," Chlo giggled. I laughed a little, even though I was still really upset. "Well, I'm really proud of you," said Meredith. "You stood up for yourself, and told him how you felt. That took guts." "Thanks," I said. "You should be really proud of yourself." "Thanks, but apparently, it wasn't good enough." "Awww, I'm sorry, Naomi," Daniel said sweetly, stroking my back. "We're here for you, girl," said Chlo. "Thanks, guys," I said. "Honestly, I don't know how you can put up with my constant whining." "That's what friends are for," said Meredith.

"We're here to listen," added Chlo, "and it doesn't bother us if you have to rant about a problem." "It makes us sad when a friend is upset," said Meredith, "but it doesn't bug me if they have to keep talking about it." "Thanks, guys," I said. "Most people would tell me to get over it already." "Well, we won't," said Daniel. "We love you." "You guys are awesome," I said, trying not to cry. While we were talking, the doorbell rang. "Oh, that could be Chico," Meredith said hopefully. "Naomi!" Dad called from downstairs. "Chico's here!" "See?" Meredith joked. "I'm psychic." I jumped out of bed, and flew down the stairs. "Here she is," said Dad. "I'll be in my study. Give you two some privacy." "Thanks, Dad," I said. Dad went into his study, and closed the door. I turned to face Chico. "So" I said awkwardly, "what do you want?" "I need to talk to you," Chico said glumly. Uh-oh. That didn't sound good. I decided to sit down for this, so I sat down on the sofa in the living room. Chico followed me, and sat next to me. "This is really hard for me to say," said Chico, "but I don't want a relationship with you." Just like that, I felt as if someone had punched me in the heart. I couldn't speak. "I just wanna be friends." "Did I do something wrong?" I asked. "No." I didn't believe him, but I couldn't say anything. I was too shocked and hurt by what I was hearing. "The truth is, we're not together. We were never together." "Then, why did you treat me like your girlfriend?" "I'm sorry, but" "No." I stood up, and faced Chico. "No, I don't wanna hear it," I snapped. "I don't wanna hear how it's not me. It's you, and you just wanna be friends! I don't wanna hear any of that! What I want is answers! Why did you kiss me?! Why did you say yes when I asked you out on a date?! Why did you say you loved me if you didn't even mean it?! What the hell was all that bullshit?! I mean, if you never felt that way about me, why did you act like you did?! What, was it all out of sympathy?! Were you doing it out of pity for me, because I'm just a desperate, pathetic slut?!" "No!" "Then, why did you do it?! Why did you toy with my emotions?! Why did you make me believe you actually gave a damn about me?!" "Naomi, you have to understand" "Shut up!" I shouted. "I don't 'have to understand' crap! I have been lied to enough in the past! I have had enough guys act like they gave a crap about

me, and then, tell me the same shit about them only wanting to be friends! I don't need any more of it!" "I'm sorry." "Stop saying your sorry! I have heard that stupid word so many times in the past, and every time someone said it, they didn't mean it. That is the most overused, overrated word I've ever heard, and I'm sick of hearing it!" For about five seconds, we were both silent. Then, I continued. "I never wanna see you again," I said softly but angrily. "Get the hell out of my house." Chico stood up from the sofa. "Naomi" "Don't jam your penis in the door on the way out." Chico didn't say another word. He knew I didn't want to hear anything else out of his mouth, so he just walked out the door. I slowly slid my feet to the door, cracked it open, and watched Chico get in his car, fire up the engine, and drive away. I managed to hold in my tears, until I closed the door. I saw Daniel standing on the staircase. He stepped down the stairs, and approached me. As soon as he put his hand on my shoulder, I broke down into tears. He pulled me into a hug. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered. "I'm right here." He continued to hold me while I cried, and then, Chlo and Meredith came down the stairs to comfort me, too.

Chapter 13
The four of us sat down on the sofa in the living room, talking. "So, how much did you guys hear?" I asked. "All of it," Chlo said sadly. "We didn't mean to eavesdrop," added Meredith. "We're just lookin' out for you." "No, I'm glad you were," I sniffled. "I didn't wanna have to repeat everything he said to me. Just thinking about it hurts." "I know." "I can't believe that jerk," said Daniel. "But, Naomi, you handled it really well," added Chlo. "You gave him exactly what he deserved." "Thanks," I said. Daniel snickered. "'Don't jam your penis in the door on the way out.' That was classic." Chlo and Meredith giggled. I laughed slightly, but I was too upset to smile. The tears continued to fall, and I continued to wipe them away. "I really thought he was the one," I said. "I know, Sweetie," said Meredith. "I know you loved him." "He's a loser," said Chlo, "because he just threw away the best thing that's ever happened to him." "Best thing?" I enquired doubtfully. "Well, yeah. I mean, no one loved him more than you did, and you gave him everything a guy could ever want." "I guess it wasn't good enough for him," I said. "Nothing I do is ever good enough." "Awww, don't say that," Meredith said sweetly. "It's true. Every guy I've ever liked or dated kicked me to the curb. I'm never gonna be good enough for anyone. I'm always gonna be the stupid retard nobody wants, because they're too embarrassed by me." "You don't embarrass us," said Chlo. "Yeah," agreed Meredith. "We wouldn't change you for the world." "Thanks," I said, "because it seems like everyone else wants to change me, and make me into something they want me to be." "Well, they're stupid," Meredith said boldly. I love how she's never afraid to say what's on her mind. "Being 'normal' is so boring." "I actually like that you're so emotional," added Chlo. "I mean, too many people these days don't really care anymore. The only emotion they know is either anger or fake happy. I like that your feelings aren't fake." I half smiled. "Thanks, guys." "Come here." Daniel put his arm around me, and hugged me. "It's gonna be okay." I changed the subject. "So, um, Daniel, how are you and Teresa doing?" I asked. "We're great," he replied.

"You guys fixed everything?" "Yep. We're doing great." "That's awesome." I didn't want to show it, but I was a little jealous of Daniel and Teresa. He seemed so happy, while I was miserable. I wished that Chico and I could've fixed things, too. Daniel continued. "I love her so much." "I like that you're not a quitter," I said, "unlike some people I know." Chlo, Meredith, and Daniel laughed. "You deserve so much better than him," Daniel said sweetly. "Thanks," I said doubtfully, "but I think I'm done with love for now. I'm so tired of getting hurt, and I'm so tired of every guy I like or date kicking me to the curb like I'm some piece of trash." "Awwwww." Daniel continued holding me, and stroked my hair. "I hate seeing you so hurt." "Yeah, me, too," agreed Chlo. "If there's anything we can do for you to help you feel better" "Just be there for me," I replied. "Please." More tears began to fall. "I really need you guys right now," I wept. "Of course," Meredith said softly. My friends all pulled me into one big group hug as I continued crying. "It's okay," Chlo whispered. Just then, Mom and Dad came out of the study. "Honey, what happened?" Mom asked, worried. "Chico dumped her," Meredith answered for me. I guess she knew I didn't feel like talking anymore. All I wanted to do was cry. "Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry," said Dad. "I know how much you loved him." "Thanks, Dad," I sniffled. "Well, you'll find someone else someday. Don't let it get you down. He's not" Mom tapped his shoulder gently. "Just let her cry it out," she said softly. Neither of them said another word. They just joined in the group hug.

Chapter 14
Well, the days went by, and I wasn't feeling any better. I was still heartbroken. I still couldn't even look at Chico without wanting to either slap him, or break down into tears. I still couldn't seem to get past the hurt I was feeling. Yeah, I know I should've been used to it by then. I mean, I've had my heart broken many times before, but this was the worst. They say your first breakup is always the worst one. Well, my first breakup was pretty bad, but I didn't feel as much pain. I guess it was because I wasn't nearly as much in love with my first boyfriend as I was with Chico. To make matters worse, not very many people understood me. Everyday, I heard the same damn thing, over and over again. People around me kept pressuring me. "Move on, Naomi." "Be strong, Naomi." "Be positive, Naomi." "Smile, Naomi." "Be happy." Now, don't get me wrong. I realize they only wanted to help me, because they didn't want me to feel sad. I get that. I appreciated that, but at the same time, I felt like they were trying to force me to feel things I didn't. I felt as if they were asking me to walk on a broken ankle. I'm not the kind of person who believes in fake smiles. I don't believe that putting a smile on your face makes everything go away, not if the smile doesn't mean anything. When it comes to smiling, I want my smile to be genuine. I don't believe in bottling up my hurt behind a forced smile. Maybe that makes me some whiny crybaby, but that's how I am. I don't fake an emotion. When I feel something, the feeling is always real and genuine. I believe that, to feel happy again, you have to get all the sadness or anger out of your system first, unless you want it to build up inside you. Trust me. I have bottled up a lot of emotions, because a lot of times, I was afraid of how people would react to them. For example, people pressuring me to move on. I was afraid to tell them how they made me feel, because in the past, when I told someone when they upset me, they'd take offense to it. Yeah, I'm a bit of a hypocrite. I don't believe in bottling emotions, but I sometimes do it out of fear of how people react to them. Okay, enough babbling. Time to get back to the story. About two weeks after the breakup with Chico, I was back on my front porch, sitting at the same table, leaning over blank paper again with a pen in my hand. This time, I didn't have to think too much about what I wanted to write. The words just spilled out, and I wrote the song quickly. After I wrote it, I went through my notebook, and looked at the love song I had written for Chico not too long ago. I wanted to tear it up, but I didn't. I don't like throwing my work away, unless there's a bunch of embarrassing mistakes in it. I just skimmed over the song, and nearly burst into tears. You know? I never even got a chance to show him that song. I know I said I was going to show it to him during our picnic, but I forgot to bring it. I kept forgetting to show him. Yeah, that's a pretty lame excuse. What a waste of time, effort, paper, and ink! I put the song away, and skimmed over my new song. The lyrics felt so perfect to me. They described exactly how I was feelingthe hurt, the pain, and even the anger. As I placed the song into my notebook, Jessica came walking up the driveway. You remember me mentioning Jessica, right? She was one of the

friends I went to karaoke with. Well, Jessica and I are friends, but I wasn't as close to her as I was with Meredith and Chlo. "Hey, Naomi," greeted Jessica. "Hey," I said. "What are you doing?" "Writing songs." "Oh, cool." "Yeah, I just finished one." "Can I see it?" "Sure." I nervously took my new song back out of my notebook, and handed it to Jessica. I sat there nervously as she read over the lyrics. I was nervous about how she would respond. "This is really good," she said. "Thanks," I replied, relieved. "You write great songs." I smiled shyly. "Thanks." Jessica hesitated for a moment. Then, she spoke. "Naomi?" she said. Oh, no. That was her serious tone. "Is that song about Chico?" "Yes," I replied nervously. Jessica sighed heavily, and sat down at the table. "Look, Naomi, I know it's hard, but it's been two weeks now. You have to be strong. It's time you move on, and get over him." "I can't," I said, trying not to show my frustration. "He's not worth it if he's gonna be like that." "I know, but that doesn't make it hurt any less." "Look, I know what you're going through, but" "No, you don't," I interrupted, still trying not to show too much emotion. "You don't know how it feels to constantly be kicked to the curb by every guy you've ever liked. You don't know how it feels to think you've finally found someone who'll accept you the way you are, regardless of your flaws, and someone who'll always love you no matter what, and then, you discover he's just like the others who pretended to care. You don't know what I'm going through. You don't know what's going on inside me, so don't say you do." "You have to try to move on." I stood up from my seat. "I've tried!" I shouted, suddenly pouring out all my emotions. "I've tried everyday to tell myself that he's not worth it! I tell myself over and over to get over him already, but it doesn't work! Okay, it doesn't work like that for me. It's not that simple. I have Asperger's Syndrome, and when I get hurt as badly as I did, it sticks, and it follows me everywhere I go! You think I wouldn't rather be putting myself out there again, trying to find someone better?! You think I enjoy feeling this miserable? I don't enjoy it. As a matter of fact, I hate it! Just when I start smiling about something, the pain sneaks up behind me when I'm not looking, and kicks my ass again. Just when I think I'm okay, I'm not, and I hate it. I hate this roller coaster of never-ending waves of sadness and heartbreak and anger, but I'm not like everyone else. I can't plaster on a smile,

and make everything go away. I can't do that! That's not how my brain works. Trust me. I've been fighting to make myself get over things for the past twentythree years, but I can't." I caught my breath, and calmed down just a little. "Look, I know you're trying to help. I'm not trying to sound like an ungrateful snob. I appreciate that you're trying to help, but when people tell me to get over something, and expect me to, it feels like they're expecting me to walk on a broken ankle, and I feel pressured." Jessica didn't say a word for a moment. Then, she slammed her hand on the table, and stood up from her seat. "Fine," she snapped. "Excuse me for trying to be a good friend to you." I suddenly felt even worse, like someone just punched me in the stomach. "That reaction right there that's exactly why I don't tell people how I feel anymore, because I always seem to make them mad." "Yeah, well" "Jessica, stop," someone snapped. It was Daniel. "You have no right to tell her what to do with her feelings. You have no idea what she's been through, and the last thing she needs is people putting pressure on her. Just leave her alone." "I was trying to help her, and she went off at me!" Jessica snapped. "Well, you shouldn't have pushed her like that." "Whatever." With that, she stormed off. I just stood there, feeling like a horrible person. Daniel walked up to me, and held me in his arms. "I wasn't trying to be mean," I said, trying not to cry, but failing miserably. "I know," said Daniel. "You weren't mean. That took guts." "That's why I don't tell people when they upset me, because they just get pissed off at me." "They don't know what it's like for you. She'll get over it." "I was just writing a song, and she came up to me, and asked if she could see it. When I showed it to her, she got all up in my face about it. I was just minding my own business." "I know." "I was trying not to get mad, but she wouldn't get off my back about it." "She needed to hear that. I would've said the same stuff if I was in your position. Actually, I'd probably be meaner." I laughed a little. "You didn't do anything wrong. You were just expressing your feelings." "Thanks, Daniel. I still feel stupid, though." "Maybe karaoke will make you feel better. You wanna go with me tonight?" "I'm not sure." "You can sing about your feelings, and besides, I'm really bored. I wanna do something with my best friend." "Okay. I'll go get ready." "Me, too."

Chapter 15
After that day, Daniel's mood began to change a bit. He began feeling worried, stressed, and a bit depressed as well. He was still his sweet self, but something seemed to be troubling him. It worried me. I wanted to give him his space, but when I didn't hear from him in a couple days, I had to call him. I was just about to pick up my phone when it rang. I answered it. "Hello?" "Naomi?" It was Daniel. He sounded upset. "Daniel, what's wrong?" I asked, worried. "Can I come over? Please? I need to talk to you." "Sure. I'll be on the porch swing." "Okay. Thanks." A few minutes later, I was sitting on the porch swing as I promised, when Daniel came walking up the driveway. He sat next to me. "Hey," he said sadly. "What's up?" I asked. "Teresa and I broke up," he sniffled. "Oh, no. When? What happened?" "Last night. We've been fighting again for the last few days." "Yeah, I noticed you weren't yourself." "Yeah, sorry I haven't talked to you for a while." "No, it's cool. I actually wanted to give you your space, so I didn't say anything." "Awww, it's okay." "What happened?" "We were fighting about the same dumb shit. Sorry." "No apology necessary." "I was putting in a hundred percent effort, but she didn't see it. She kept criticizing everything I did, until we just couldn't handle it anymore. Then, last night she gave up on me altogether." "What a bitch." Daniel chuckled. "Thanks." "She's making a big mistake." "I guess I'm better off without her. I mean looking back, she always made me feel bad about myself, like everything I did was wrong." "I've been there. I was once in a relationship like that, but I couldn't see how unhappy I was, until it was over." "Yeah. I see that now." "I don't get what her problem is. You're an awesome guy. Why would she wanna treat you like that?" "I don't know." "You've been there for me through this whole thing with Chico, and I wanna return the favor. If you ever need to talk, you can talk to me, and take as long as you need to get all the sadness out." "Awww, thanks, Naomi." "I mean, you saw how upset I got when everyone else kept nagging me to get over Chico. I don't wanna do that to you."

"You're the best friend I've ever had." "So are you, along with Meredith and Chlo." "Can I hug you?" "I think you know the answer to that," I chuckled. Daniel pulled me into a big hug, and held onto me for a while. "You'll always be my best friend." "You, too. Screw any bitch who thinks it's okay to hurt someone as awesome as you. Excuse my language, but it makes me mad." "It's okay, Naomi. I could've said worse about Chico, but I didn't wanna make you mad." "No, you wouldn't have. Don't worry. I fight the urge to slap him every time I see him. Now, I gotta fight two urges, because I wanna slap Teresa, too." Daniel laughed. "Thanks, Naomi. I know I can always count on you." "Same here. You're always there for me. I don't know how you put up with all my whining and crying." "It doesn't bother me. I hate seeing you hurt, but it doesn't annoy me." "Thanks." That night, neither one of us could sleep. We were both battling unbearable heartbreak. Daniel decided to go for a walk. I, on the other hand, paced around my room, made my way down the stairs, and onto the front porch again. So many thoughts kept me from sleeping. I slowly sat down on the porch swing, and just stared off into space. Then, Daniel came walking up the driveway again, and found me leaning on the arm of the swing. He sat next to me again, and wrapped his arm around me. "Naomi?" he said gently. I slowly looked up at him. "You okay?" "I'm not feeling so good," I moaned. "I feel sick."

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"What's wrong?" asked a worried Daniel. "I've been feeling nauseous. My stomach hurts. I couldn't sleep. I woke up sweating, and on top of all this, I still can't get stupid Chico off my mind." "Awww, poor Naomi." Daniel continued to hold me. "You might be feeling stressed." "Yeah, probably." "Maybe you'll feel better in the morning." "I can't go to sleep. I can't sleep when I'm all hot and sweaty, and plus, Chico keeps popping into my dreams." "Do you want me to sit with you, until you're ready to go back to bed?" "That would be great." "Okay." "Thanks, Daniel." "No problem. Actually, I couldn't sleep, either. I can't get Teresa out of my head." "Maybe she and Chico would make a good couple since they both know how to break people's hearts without giving a rip." Daniel chuckled. "Maybe." Daniel and I continued to sit outside, until I was finally ready to go back to bed. I was hoping I would feel better in the morning, but when I woke up, I was still sick. I gradually started feeling sicker, and I was starting to wonder if I had some kind of bug. One night, right before I went to bed, I was about to say good night to my dad. I sat on the sofa as he walked by. "You still feelin' sick?" he asked. "Yeah," I replied. "Well, maybe it's just a stomach virus. I'll pour you a glass of water." "Okay." Dad headed into the kitchen, and filled a glass with ice and water. Then, he brought it into the living room. "Here you are, Honey." "Thanks, Dad." I took a sip of my water. "I think I need to see a doctor." "Well, let's see how you're feeling in the morning." "Okay. It's just that I've been feeling sick for a while." "Yeah, I know. We'll see how you're feeling in the morning, and if you're not feeling any better, I'll call the doctor for you, okay?" "Okay." I wasn't feeling any better in the morning, but I decided to try and tough it out. Maybe it was the flu or a virus. I kept on going about each day as always. I hung out with my friends, practiced my singing, and worked on writing more songs. Then, one afternoon, I was having lunch on the deck of a restaurant with Daniel, Meredith, and Chlo. Everything seemed to be going okay. "So, how you holding up since Chico?" asked Chlo. "I'm a little better," I said hesitantly. "What about you, Daniel?"

"I'm hangin' in there." "I'm still not sure if I'll ever find the right guy, though, and I'm too scared to put myself out there again." "Yeah, it'll take time," said Meredith. "I'm just so sick of hearing the same thing over and over again. 'You'll find someone someday.' What I wanna know is when will I find him, and who is he?" "Yeah, exactly," agreed Daniel. "Naomi, you've barely touched your hamburger," Meredith commented. "Are you okay? "I'm not really hungry right now," I said. "Totally unlike me," I joked. "Ewww!" Chlo screamed. Meredith jumped. "What?!" "There's a big bug on my arm!" She tried to slap it off, and accidentally knocked her drink off the table. "Crap!" she growled. The rest of us burst out laughing. "Don't worry," Meredith giggled. "I'll get you another drink." "Wait, is the bug gone?" Chlo asked. Meredith looked at Chlo's arm for a second before answering. "Yeah, it's gone." "Good." "Okay, I'll be right back." Meredith got up from her seat, and headed inside the restaurant to fetch another drink for Chlo. "I hate bugs!" Chlo groaned. "Ugh, me, too," I cringed. "They creep me out." "I hate 'em, too," said Daniel. "They're a conspiracy." Chlo and I snickered. "Okay, I'm back," said Meredith, placing a fresh drink in front of Chlo. "There's your drink. Don't knock this one off the table," she teased. "I am not buying another one for you." "Okay," Chlo snickered. Then, Meredith looked over at me, and noticed a strange expression on my face. "Naomi?" she asked. "You okay?" I was starting to feel sick again. "Excuse me." I jumped out of my seat, and tried to find a garbage can. Daniel followed me to the parking lot. "Naomi!" he called. He found me, throwing up in the grass. Sorry to sound so graphic. "Naomi, are you okay?" he asked. "I feel worse," I groaned. "I'll take you to the doctor's," Daniel said frantically.

Chapter 17
At the hospital, Daniel sat in the waiting room with my parents. They had been waiting for over an hour. "What's taking them so long?" he sighed. "I don't know, Honey," said Mom. "I've never seen Naomi look so bad." "I'm sure she'll be okay." Finally, the doctor came out to talk to them. "Mr. and Mrs. Grey?" he said. "Yes, that's us," said Dad. "Hi. I'm Dr. Granberry." "Dr. Granberry, how's Naomi?" asked Mom. "We performed an MRI on her, and I regret to inform you that the results confirmed that she has Hepatocarcinoma." "Hepa-what?" Dad enquired. "Liver cancer." Mom and Dad were both shocked and speechless. Daniel was devastated, but tried to stay strong for me. Dr. Granberry continued. "We can try chemo and radiation, but her best bet is a liver transplant." "Is there a donor?" asked Dad. "Not yet, but we'll call you as soon as we find one." "Thank you, Doctor," said Mom. Then, Daniel and my parents saw a nurse guiding me into the waiting room. When I saw them sitting there, I broke down into tears. My family stood up, and closed me in a group hug. "Oh, Sweetie, it's okay," said Mom. "It's okay. Mommy's here. It'll be alright." Later that day, I was lying in bed, feeling very sick and depressed. Daniel was lying next to me. "Well, this is just great," I moaned sarcastically. "Just what I need. On top of being a major reject, an embarrassment to the human race, and a complete loser, I'm dying of cancer. Just great." "Awww, don't say that about yourself." "Why?" "It's not true." "It is. No man on Earth will ever love me. I make everybody mad, because I'm an oversensitive, whiny bitch, and I'm so immature that a toddler would tell me to grow up. On the bright side, I won't be around to cause trouble for much longer." "Naomi, any man would be the luckiest man in the world to have you. All those other guys that rejected you, they're a bunch of losers, and you're not immature. You're adorableso innocent. I like that you're so in touch with your emotions. You wear them on your sleeve, and it makes you so beautiful. If anyone has a problem with the way you are, it's their loss."

Wow, what he said was incredibly sweet. It touched me so much. "You really mean that?" "Of course, I do. You're the most beautiful person I've ever met." Tears suddenly poured out of my eyes. "Awwww, come here." Daniel pulled me into his arms, and stroked my hair. "Daniel, I'm really scared," I sobbed. "I know." "I don't wanna die." "You won't die. They'll find the perfect donor for you, and you'll be good as new." "How do you know?" "Miracles happen." "Has one ever happened for you?" "Yep." "Like what?" "Meeting you." "You're so sweet." "It's true. I've never had a friend like you before. You're always there for me when I need you. You helped me through this tough time, getting over Teresa." "And, you're really helping me get over Chico." "I'll always be there for you, Naomi." "Thanks, Daniel." "You're welcome." "Daniel?" "Yeah?" "Will you please stay with me, until I fall asleep. I'm too scared to be alone." "I'll stay here as long as you want me to. I just want you to be okay." As I slowly began to drift off to sleep in Daniel's arms, something crossed my mind. Was I beginning to fall in love with him?

Chapter 18
In the morning, right before lunchtime, I was sitting at the table on my front porch again, with Meredith and Chlo. "So, what did the doctor say?" asked Meredith. I took a deep breath. "He said I need a liver transplant." "What?!" Meredith shrieked. "Why?" Chlo asked, shocked. "I have cancer." "Oh, no," Meredith said sympathetically. "Naomi, I'm so sorry," added Chlo. "Thanks, guys," I said. "Are you scared?" asked Meredith. "I'm terrified." "Well, you'll survive it," said Chlo. "You're a tough chick." I sighed heavily as if I was in a dream. "Guys, you should've seen how Daniel treated me last night. It was so sweet." "Awww, what happened?" asked Meredith. "We were laying in bed, next to each other. I was really, really scared and depressed, and he was comforting me. He said the sweetest things to me, and" I tilted my head to one side, like I was daydreaming. "He made me feel like everything was gonna be okay. I mean, there I was, super depressed about everythingChico, my Asperger's Syndrome, and stupid cancer, and he made me feel so beautiful, so good about myself. I told him how scared I was about if the cancer kills me, and he made me feel like everything would be okay. He literally made me cry with all the sweet things he said to me, and I could hear it in his voice that he actually meant what he said. Then, he was holding me, and I felt so safe in his arms. He stayed with me, and held me all night. When I woke up this morning, he was still holding me." "Awwwww," Chlo cooed. "I think you're in love." "Yeah," I sighed. "I think I am." "Why don't you tell him?" asked Meredith. "I can't." "Why not?" "He and his girlfriend just broke up. I don't wanna move in on him too fast, and I'm too scared to tell him. I'm afraid of getting hurt again. What if he doesn't want me? What if he doesn't feel that way about me?" "Judging by the way he treated you last night, I think he does feel the same about you," said Chlo. "I really think you should talk to him," added Meredith. "I know it's hard after all those losers rejected you, but you know Daniel. He would never do anything to hurt you." "Yeah, maybe you can call him," Chlo suggested. "I have my cell phone right here." "I" I stammered nervously. "Don't put her on the spot like that," Meredith teased.

"Okay, okay!" Chlo jokingly whined. "Sorry!" "Turd." Just then, Dad came outside. "Hey, y'all," he said. "Lunch is ready." "Oh, good!" Meredith exclaimed. "I'm starving!" "What are you guys talking about?" asked Dad as we headed inside, and sat around the kitchen table. "Naomi's in love with Daniel," Chlo blurted out. "Chlo!" Meredith teased. Chlo continued. "And, she's afraid to tell him how she feels, but we think she should tell him." Meredith didn't say anything else. I guess she figured it was useless, so instead, she just gave Chlo the "stop talking" look. "I agree," said Dad. Wow, not the typical Dad reaction, huh? "Huh?" I enquired. "Honey," Dad said to me, "if he really means that much to you, you should tell him. One thing you learn when something like cancer happens to you is you've gotta live your life to the fullest, so don't let fear get in the way. You gotta take that chance, because if you don't, you'll look back on your life wondering what would've happened if you did." "Thanks, Dad." Wow, I was expecting the typical Dad reaction from him. You know how fathers get when it comes to their little girls falling in love. They get all protective, but I guess my dad didn't want me to live my life with regrets. His reaction surprised me, but at the same time, I felt relieved. Suddenly, I felt like I could pour out so much to him. After lunch, the doorbell rang. I was hoping it was Daniel, so I immediately jumped out of my seat, and flew to the door. I took a deep breath, and then, opened it. "Hey, Naomi." Yes, it was Daniel! "Hey, Daniel," I said with a shy smile on my face. "Hi, Naomi," Daniel said with a cute grin on his face. "Can you come outside for a minute? I wanna talk to you."

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"Sure," I said shyly as I followed Daniel to the porch swing, and sat down with him. "What's up?" "I wanted to make sure you were okay," said Daniel. "Yeah, I'm I'm great," I said, hoping that wasn't the only thing he was going to say to me. "That's good, 'cuz you were really depressed last night. It broke my heart to see you like that." I smiled. "Thanks, Daniel." "No problem." "Actually, you really made me feel better." "I did?" "Yeah. You were saying all those sweet things to me, and you were holding me, until I fell asleep. When I woke up, you were still holding me. You made me feel so safe, like everything was okay. I totally forgot about being sick. You made it all go away." Daniel looked at me for a few seconds before he spoke. Then, he took a deep breath. "I love you, Naomi Grey," he said, breathing out again. "Oh, my God, it feels so good to say that!" I felt tears welling up in my eyes. No, not sad tears. I rested my head on Daniel's shoulder. "I love you, too, Daniel Ted." "Awww." "I have a confession to make. It's a good confession." "Confess, please." "Over the past few days, I've started to realize that I have feelings for you. I really, really, really, really...really like you, and over the past couple of days, I started to realize that I'm falling for you. Honestly, I think I love you more than I loved Chico, because you have never toyed with my feelings. You have always been there for me when I needed you, and we have so much in common, and I take back what I said about Chico. He's not the most wonderful man to walk the Earth. The most wonderful man wouldn't have done what he did to me. No, Daniel, you are the most wonderful man in the world!" The tears began to fall. "Oh, my God, Naomi!" Daniel exhaled as he suddenly burst into tears, and threw his arms around me. "Since Teresa and I broke up, you've been there for me more than anyone has, more than her. You're positive, and I really, absolutely like you as well. I think it's more than like, Baby. You're such an amazing woman, Naomi. My heart is beating fast right now." I pressed my ear against his chest to listen to his heart beat. He continued. "You're the most beautiful, and the most incredible woman I've ever met. My heart is so in tuned to you, Baby." I cried as I spoke. "Since Chico, I've been so scared of a relationship. I mean, I've been rejected and kicked to the curb so many times that I started to think it was my fault. I'm still a little scared I'm gonna screw it up, but I decided not to let fear get in the way. Screw fear. Screw cancer. Screw all the guys who rejected me in the past. Screw impossible, because nothing is impossible.

Chico chickened out. I always thought he wasn't a quitter, but apparently, he is. He let fear screw things up, and he really messed me up. I don't need that. You had your heart broken, too, but I love how you had the courage to tell me how you felt about me. That really made me realize that I'm ready for a new relationship whenever you are. I love you. After all that searching, I really think I found the right man." Daniel took another deep breath. "My heart was torn out, and stomped on. I will let you know when I'm ready. Teresa really screwed me up, but I will let you be the first to know. I agree with all you said. I love you, too. Courage is what made us who we are today. I'm not going anywhere, Naomi, but right here, in your arms. I want my heart to fully heal, okay? I promise, once it's ready, I will be ready for you. I know I'll find peace and happiness with you, and I know you'll take care of me, Baby." "I totally understand," I said. "You need time to heal, and I won't rush you. I'll wait for you for as long as it takes. I just want you to know, though, that you're healing my heart really quickly." "Naomi, I love you so much. You're an amazing girl, and such an inspiration." I blushed a little. "How am I an inspiration?" "Well you don't let your disability stop you from following your dreams. You don't let people box you up, and make you into something you're not, just because you're different. You're different, in a good way. You're always there for me when I need a friend. Like I told you, you've been there for me more than anyone else since Teresa dumped me. You're not afraid to express your feelings. Most people just fake a smile, and pretend everything's fine. You don't, because when you smile, it's genuine, and it's the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. I cracked a huge smile. He continued. "Oh, and now, you have cancer, but you just keep living, and I know you'll beat it. You know how I know?" "How?" "Because, you're the strongest person I know, and you can do anything and everything you set your mind to." I didn't know what to say. How do you respond to such a compliment? I was speechless. "Wow," I said breathlessly. "I I just don't know what to say," I stammered. "II'm speechless." "Awwwww." "Thank you so much." "No problem, Sweetheart. I meant every word I said." "I know you did, because you would never lie to me. You're honest." "Speaking of honest, can I be honest with you?" "Yes." "I will confess some dreams are of us making love, and having romance dinner." I tried not to scream from overexcitement when I heard that. It was too sweet!

Daniel continued. "And, another confessionwhen I saw how in love you were for Chico, I got jealous it wasn't me. I noticed that you were so in love, and will do anything for him. I know your heart is as pure as gold." "Well, I know those dreams will come true someday, when you're ready, and I have to confess that you being jealous of me is cute." I laughed a little. "It's flattering, too, but now, I'll do anything for you. I love you more than I ever loved Chico. With him, it was all pretend, apparently. All the kissing, hugging, dates, and saying 'I love you' to me was all fake. It was all one-sided, because I was the only one that actually gave a crap. With you, it's not one-sided. I can't believe I love a man that actually loves me back, and whenever you're ready to start an official relationship, I'll be here." Daniel didn't say another word. He just held me tighter, and kissed my cheek.

Chapter 20
Later, just before dinnertime, I sauntered into the living room, where Mom and Dad were just relaxing, watching television. I nervously opened my mouth to speak. "Um, Mom? Dad? I need to talk to you guys." "What is it, Sweetie?" asked Mom. "Come, sit down." I sat between them on the couch. "So, how'd it go with Daniel?" asked Dad. "It went great," I replied. "He actually told me he loved me first." "Oh, Honey, that's wonderful," Mom said happily. "I always pictured you guys together, ever since you first brought him over here for dinner." "We're taking things slow, too," I said. "I like that." "That's smart," said Dad. Yeah, there's the Dad reaction. "He's a good guy, though. I know he won't do anything to hurt you." "Yeah, he's different from all the others." "So, you said you wanted to talk to us." "Yeah, um," I stammered, "do I embarrass you, because of the way I am?" "What do you mean?" asked Mom. "I mean, because of my Asperger's. Does it embarrass you that I'm so oversensitive and childish?" "No, of course not, Honey," said Dad. "It's just you used to get mad at me, because of it." "Well, we didn't understand what it was back then. We didn't even know you had Asperger's, until you were in high school." "Yeah, but even then, you still got upset with me, and I still feel guilty about it." "Oh, Sweetie," Mom said sweetly, "you have nothing to feel guilty about. If we ever made you feel like you embarrass us, we never meant to." I tried to keep from crying. "I just I can't help the way I am." "We know that now, Honey," said Dad. "And, I don't enjoy being a big whimp." Mom chuckled. "Baby, you are not a big whimp." "Sometimes, I wish I could be like every other twenty-three-year-old, and not get upset over stupid things, not act like a child, or get so nervous easily. I wish I could just take things like an adult, instead of being a big crybaby. It's embarrassing for me." "I know how frustrating it can be," said Dad, "but there's a lot of good that came with your Asperger's, too." "Yeah," agreed Mom. "Your Asperger's gave you a big imagination, a beautiful nature, and I think it's also why you're such a music expert. People with Asperger's tend to have exceptional knowledge in specific areas, and they end up very successful, because of that. Your exceptional knowledge is in music and writing. I think that's why you love to sing so much, because music is a part of you." "Well, that, and the fact that you light up the room when you sing," added Dad.

"Thanks," I sniffled. "I wouldn't wanna give that up. I just wanna give up all the bad parts." "I know, Honey, but you gotta take the bad with the good sometimes." "It's actually nice that you're so sensitive," said Mom. "Not very many people show their feelings." "They hide them behind fake smiles?" I enquired. "That's right." "That's what Daniel said to me earlier on. He said he likes that I'm so emotional, because I'm not fake." "Well, I think Daniel knows what he's talking about," Dad joked, "so I'd listen to him if I were you." Mom and I laughed. "I don't believe in faking a smile," I said. "It's like lying." "Yeah, and you don't lie," said Mom. "That's another good thing about people with Asperger's Syndrome. They suck at lying." I laughed. Mom continued. "They're honest. You're an honest person, and since you're so sensitive, you're not brutal or hurtful. You try to be considerate of people's feelings." "I don't like being mean to people," I said, "because it makes me feel like a horrible person." "See? You're considerate." "I was actually really nervous about talking to you guys about this, because I didn't wanna make you feel guilty." "Well, you didn't," said Dad. "I'm glad you finally came to us, and told us how you felt." "Maybe we didn't understand how you were feeling," added Mom, "and we didn't realize the stress and the guilt you were feeling. We never meant to make you feel that way. If you ever felt like we didn't accept you, or we were embarrassed by you, we're so sorry, and we're glad you could come, tell us how you felt. That took a lot of courage." "Yeah, and you found some great friends that accept you the way you are, too." "Meredith and Chlo are the best friends I've ever had," I said. "They're great people," said Mom, "and we're both so glad you met them." "I wouldn't have met them if it wasn't for Celtic Woman." "Celtic Woman gave you so many blessingstrue friends who accept you, a wonderful man who truly loves you, and so much more confidence when you sing." "I think you've grown a lot as a person since you discovered Celtic Woman," said Dad. "Maybe God sent them to me for a reason," I said. "Maybe." Dad nodded. "I think so." "Thanks for listening to me," I said. "I feel better now."

"Honey, thanks for coming to us," said Mom. "That really took courage to tell us how you felt. I know how nervous you were, and I'm glad we could make you feel better." "Can I ask one more question?" "Of course." "Do you think I'll beat the cancer?" "Absolutely," Dad said with such positivity. "They'll find the perfect donor for you, and you will beat this cancer," agreed Mom. "Just, right now, don't you worry about anything. Just keep singing. Keep living your life. Just live life to the fullest." "Go spend time with Daniel, Honey." "Thanks, guys," I said, relieved. I was relieved, because my parents were so positive about me beating the cancer. "We love you, Sweetheart," said Mom as she and Dad hugged me. "You guys rock." Mom and Dad chuckled. Talking to them really helped me. I felt more confident, and more comfortable in my skin. I realized that I am the way I am, and I don't have to change for anybody. If someone can't accept me the way I am, they're not worth it, because I deserve to have real friends. That night, I sat at my desk, and wrote another song. No, it wasn't a love song. It was a song about wanting to be accepted the way I am. Basically, the song said, "Take me, or leave me." In the song, I wrote about not changing, just because someone doesn't like the way I am. They can either take me the way I am, or just walk away.

Chapter 21
The next day, I was sitting at the table on my front porch again. I was trying to write something. I didn't know exactly what I wanted to writeanother song, a letter, or whatever. I just knew I wanted to write something special for Daniel, something that expressed how I felt about him. I was in such deep thought that I didn't even hear Chico walk up the driveway. I didn't jump this time. "Hey," Chico said so casually. I glanced at him, and then, turned my head back to my notebook. "What are you doing here?" I asked bitterly. "Naomi, I need to talk to you." I put my pen down, and turned my chair to face him. "About what?" I said, pretending to care. Chico sighed heavily. "I was stupid to break up with you." Oh, crap. I knew he'd come crawling back. He continued. "I heard that you have cancer, and it made me think. I realize I was wrong, and I don't want to lose you." "Well, you're too late." "What do you mean?" I stood up from my seat. "It took me having cancer to make you realize what you lost?" I scoffed. "If I didn't have cancer, you wouldn't give a damn, but suddenly, you finally care, now that you know I could possibly die? I don't think so, Chico! You're too late, because I found someone else. I found someone better. He doesn't toy with my emotions like you did." "How did I toy with your emotions?" Wow, what a dumb question! "Uh, let's see. You treated me like your girlfriend, when all that time, you didn't feel that way about me. All the kisses, all the dates, and all those times you said you loved me, you led me to believe they actually meant something, but you only meant them as a 'friend.' Do you have any idea of the pain you caused me?! I mean, do you even know how badly you hurt me when I found out it was all a lie?! You really hurt me, because I honestly thought you were different from all the idiots I dated in the past! Well, you're no different from any of them! You're a liar and a chicken! Daniel isn't! He doesn't do the stupid things you did to me! He's honest about how he feels about me. He was the first one to say 'I love you,' and he poured his heart out to me. He even had tears in his eyes, and I felt his heart beating, which means he loves me for real, not fake. Now that you find out I could possibly die, you have the nerve to come crawling on your hands and knees, begging me to take you back?! I don't think so, Chico! I deserve better than what you gave me, which was nothing! I put in a hundred percent effort, and got nothing but crap in return! Not anymore, because love isn't supposed to be one-sided, and it's not with Daniel. I give him love, and get it in return. He gives me love, and gets my love in return. I'm honest with him, and he's honest with me, too. That's how a relationship is supposed to work, so you're too late, Chico. You lost me the second you walked out that door. I've moved on now. It's time you did the same."

"But" "No," I interrupted. I didn't want to listen to any more of his excuses. "Goodbye, Chico." Chico hesitantly turned around, and walked away. I didn't even watch him leave. I just sat back down, and started concentrating again.

Chapter 22
It took about two weeks to finally write what I wanted to write for Daniel, and it turned out to be another song. In it, I poured out so much emotionthe love I was feeling for him, the way he fixed my broken heart, and so much more. I couldn't wait to share it with him. Late one afternoon, Daniel had invited me over to his house for dinner. I waited for him on the porch swing. He was supposed to pick me up. On my lap was my notebook with all my songs in it, even the old ones I wrote when I was a teenager. I was able to dig them up, and organize them into the notebook. Daniel pulled into the driveway, and I immediately jumped up from the swing, clutching my notebook. He got out of the car as I ran to him. He helped me into the car, and even put my seatbelt on for me. "I ordered a pizza," said Daniel when we walked in the door together. "I didn't know what to cook for us, so I just decided on pizza instead." "What kind of pizza?" I asked. "Pepperoni." "My favorite!" I exclaimed. Daniel giggled. "Mine, too." I placed my notebook on the kitchen counter. "Are those your songs?" "Yep. I brought them to show you." "Well, it's about time," Daniel teased. I laughed. "Well, it took a while to dig up all the songs I wrote when I was in high school." "I can't wait to read them." "Thanks. Is the pizza here yet?" "Not yet. I ordered it on the way to your house, because I wanted it to be warm and fresh." "Ohh, you mean, like you?" I flirted. Daniel giggled again. "Awww, you're so cute." "You're cuter." Just then, the doorbell rang. "Oh, pizza's here," Daniel said as he answered the door. "Hello," said the pizza delivery man. "You ordered a large pepperoni pizza." "Yep." "Daniel, I'm gonna run to the restroom, and wash up," I said. "Okay, Sweetie." Daniel paid the delivery man, thanked him, and set the pizza on the counter, next to my notebook. He grabbed two plates out of the kitchen cabinet, and placed two slices of pizza on each plate. Then, he poured two glasses of Dr. Pepper, and carried everything to the table individually, just as I came out of the bathroom. He reached for his CD player, and hit "Play." I bet you can guess what music he chose to play. Yes, Celtic Woman! "That pizza smells so good," I exhaled after sniffing the air. "Yeah," agreed Daniel. "Be careful, though. It's real hot just like you."

I laughed, and sat down. "Can I look at your songs while we let it cool off?" "Sure." Daniel grabbed my notebook off the counter, and placed it on the table, next to his food, as he sat down. "Is it okay if I scoot closer to you?" I asked awkwardly. "Awww, sure," Daniel said sweetly. "I want you closer to me." I slid my chair next to his. "I wanna show you some of my old stuff first," I said, flipping through the notebook. "I wrote this when I was seventeen." Daniel read over the lyrics. "Did you write this for a crush?" "Yeah, but he didn't really like me back." "Awww, what an idiot." "Oh, well. At least I finally found the right guy." Daniel grinned at me. I flipped through the pages to the song I had written about my Asperger's Syndrome. "I wrote this a couple weeks ago," I said. "I talked to my parents, and they really made me feel good about myself. I asked them if I embarrass them, and they said no. That's when I realized that I am the way I am, and people can either accept me, or walk away. That's when I wrote that song." Daniel read the lyrics, and flashed a big smile. "This is a powerful song. I love it." "Thanks." "And, I do accept you the way you are." "I know." I smiled. "I wouldn't change you for the world." "I wouldn't change you, either." "Awww." "Read the very first song at the beginning," I suggested. Daniel flipped back to the first page. It was the song that took two weeks for me to write for him. He read over the lyrics, and brushed a few tears away. "This is beautiful," he said emotionally. "It's my newest one." I smiled at him. "I wrote it for you." "Awwwww!" He threw his arm around my shoulder, and pulled me close. "Naomi, I love you so much." "I love you, too, Daniel." While we talked, the doorbell rang again. "I'll get it," I said, getting up from my seat, and heading towards the door. I opened it, and saw some woman standing there with her arms folded, like she was angry about something. "Can I help you?" I asked. "I'm Teresa," she said. "I'm looking for Daniel."

Chapter 23
I nearly fainted from the shock of running into Daniel's ex, but I managed to stay strong. "Teresa?" "Yep," she said bitterly, "and you must be the new girlfriend, or should I say, rebound slut?" "Excuse me?" "Oh, come on. I break up with him, and the next girl jumps in, and takes advantage of the fact that he's finally single," she snarled. "Actually, no, that's not what happened." "Well, I want you to stay away from him." "Oh, and what are you gonna do if I don't?" Teresa scowled. "Honey, he's not your type. He's not into sluts." "Now, look here, bitch!" I snapped. "First off, I'm a freakin' virgin! Second of all, Daniel told me the story. He told me how you were always criticizing him and putting him down and making him feel like everything he did was wrong. He's been my best friend for a long time now, and when I heard about the crap you put him through, it hurt me so badly! How could you be so stupid?! He is the kindest, sweetest, most wonderful, amazing, caring, and beautiful man I have ever met, and you treated him like garbage! Teresa, you destroyed him! You destroyed his self-confidence, and you ripped his heart right out of his chest! You really hurt him, and knowing what you put him through, it rips my heart out, too! It really does, because I can't believe anyone could be so stupid! Well, unlike you, I actually love Daniel! I wouldn't change a damn thing about him, and I probably know him way better than you do! Unlike you, I won't do anything to hurt him, and I will never take him for granted. You've got some nerve showing up here, so eager to put him down even more! No, I won't let you, so before you get all up in my face, and judge me, you should think about your own stupidity!" "Look, Honey, I hate to break this to you, but you're nothing to him. You're just the rebound slut. He doesn't really love you. He's only dating you, so he has something to distract him. That's all you are to him, just a distraction tool." "Hey!" Daniel shouted. "Don't talk to Naomi like that! She is not a rebound slut! She's my best friend." He put his arm around me. "She's always been there for me, way more than you ever were. She was there for me when you dumped me, and she helped me through it. She never put me through hell. She never criticized me. She never made me feel worthless. She never did anything to hurt me, or you for that matter, so leave her alone! She's already dealing with enough in her life. Teresa, she has cancer! She doesn't need any guff from you. Oh, and if you dropped by just to put me down some more, you're wasting your time, because it's not gonna work. I've moved on, and so should you." "Fine," Teresa growled. Daniel slammed the door after Teresa stormed off. Then, he turned to me. "Naomi, I'm so sorry." He hugged me. "Wow, she really is a bitch," I commented. Daniel laughed. "Yeah."

"I like how you played the cancer card to make her feel bad," I flirted. "You're brilliant." Daniel grinned. We both sat back down at the kitchen table. "I should've slapped her." "Nah, you did good. Thanks for standing up for me." "I wanted to give her a piece of my mind, and I finally got my chance." "Naomi, I'm ready now." "Ready?" "I'm ready to start a relationship with you." "Really? Are you sure?" "Yeah. When I saw you standing up for me, that's when I knew I was ready to give my heart to you. When I heard the way she spoke to you, I realized that, when she left, I didn't lose much. I deserve better than her. I deserve someone who'll always love me the way I am. I found everything I'm looking for in you, and I don't wanna wait anymore. I'm ready to take things to the next level. I love you so much." "I love you, too," I wept happily. "Come here." Daniel threw his arms around me, and gave me the biggest, sweetest kiss I'd ever had. Then, we enjoyed our pizza, which, by the way, was at the perfect temperature.

Chapter 24
A few days later, on a Friday afternoon, I met up with Meredith, Chlo, and Daniel in the park for a karaoke party. Wow, there were a lot of people there. There were picnic tables, scattered everywhere, as well as one large table with all the refreshments. "So, have you heard anything about a donor yet?" asked Meredith. "Nope," I replied. "Well, I'm sure they just wanna find the best one possible." "Maybe, but I'm starting to get worried. It's been three weeks." "I understand. The cancer isn't gonna cure itself." "It would be so nice if it could!" I laughed. Meredith, Chlo, and Daniel laughed. "So," Chlo said in a flirty tone, "I hear you and Daniel finally started an official relationship." Daniel and I grinned at each other. "Yep," said Daniel. "His idiot ex came over to his house while we were having dinner," I said. "She got all up in my face." "When I heard the stuff she said to my baby, I realized I deserved better." Daniel wrapped his arm around me. "I'm so sorry, Baby. I won't let her hurt you again." "She can't hurt me anymore, and if she ever tries to hurt you again, I'll hurt her." I snuggled in his arms. "Awwwww!" Chlo and Meredith cooed. "You're so cute together," said Chlo. "Hey, I'm gonna go get some food," said Meredith. "I'm starving." "Me, too," said Daniel. "Naomi, do you want us to get your food for you?" asked Chlo. "It's kind of a maze here. I don't want you bumping into all the tables." "Sure," I said. "Lots of food." Chlo laughed. "Okay." "We'll be right back, Sweetheart," Daniel said, kissing me on the forehead. While they were getting the food, I listened to the people around me chattering away, laughing, and enjoying themselves. I listened to the music play, and people singing. I daydreamed about singing something with Daniel. I thought about asking him when he got back. I was so into my daydream that I suddenly jumped back to Earth when I saw Chico sit down at the table across from me, with another woman. I watched the two of them together for a moment. When I saw them kissing, I started feeling something very strange. I didn't know what it was, because I knew I was finally over him. Was I getting sentimental, seeing him with someone else, or jealous? Was I happy for him? I honestly couldn't put my finger on what this weird feeling was. I know I was a little shocked, because I didn't see it coming so soon, but there was more to it than just a slight shock.

Then, I turned around, facing the refreshment table. I looked for Daniel, but from where I was sitting, everyone standing there looked so tiny that I couldn't tell who was who. I finally saw Daniel heading towards me. When I saw him getting closer, I suddenly burst into tears, and I knew then what I was feeling. He set my plate and drink in front of me, sat next to me, and wrapped his arm around me. "What's wrong, Baby? Are you okay?" "Chico has a new girlfriend," I sniffled. "How do you know?" "I saw him kissing her." "Awwww, so you're still not over him?" "No, I am." "Then, why are you so upset?" "I'm not upset. I'm relieved." "Relieved?" "I can't remember if I told you this, but he came by my house a few weeks ago, and tried to win me back, just because he found out about the cancer." "What did you say to him?" "I gave it to him good." Daniel chuckled. "I told him he was too late, because I already found someone else, someone better." "Good for you." "Now that he has a new girlfriend, I feel like I'm totally free from him. I can move on without him trying to suck me back in." "I'm glad." "At first, when I saw them kissing, I felt really weird, and I didn't know what I was feeling until I saw you again. I feel so safe with you. When you're with me, nothing can hurt me, and when Chico finally moved on, I felt like this huge burden was lifted. I don't know how much sense I'm making, but... it's like, when you told me you loved me, you helped me move on from Chico. Then, I guess when Chico saw that I moved on, he finally moved on, and left me alone. Am I making any sense?" "Yes, you're making perfect sense to me. I think, if I saw Teresa with another guy, I'd feel the same wayrelieved, because she wouldn't come bothering me anymore. She wouldn't try putting me through hell again. Now that Chico's with someone else, he can't play with your feelings anymore." "He won't try to seduce me anymore," I joked. Daniel giggled. "I'm so proud of you." "Proud?" "The way you handle him when he came crawling back to you. That really shows me how committed you are to me, because I know how in love you were with him." "And then, I basically told him to get lost." "Yep. I wish I could've seen that." "Oh, you should've. I went off at him."

"I know you think you're weak, because of your Asperger's, but I think it actually makes you stronger. It takes courage to do the things you dosing different kinds of songs from everybody else, wear different kinds of clothes, and wear your emotions on your sleeve for the world to see. When you feel things, you feel them so deeply, and you show it. You let it all come out of you. People who laugh at you, because you're different, they're a bunch of cowards. They're jealous of you. They're jealous of your courage. They try to be 'normal,' because they're too chicken to be different." "What is normal anyway?" "Honestly, I don't know." "Yeah, I mean, we're all weird in one way or another. Some people think they're normal, but" "They're weird, too." "Yeah. I mean, it kinda cracks me up when I see people trying to act 'normal,' obeying all those lame, unwritten rules of society." "Yeah, like the rule about not wearing white after Labor Day." "Screw that," I scoffed. "I'll wear whatever I wanna wear. What are they gonna do, arrest me?" Daniel laughed. "Or, that unwritten rule that says men shouldn't cry, because it means they're weak." Daniel nodded. "I think that's really dumb. It cracks me up when I see a guy trying to act all macho and tough, like he doesn't really give a crap." "Yeah," Daniel agreed, laughing softly. "Macho is actually a big turnoff for me. I love that you're not afraid to show your emotions. It takes my breath away when I see you cry, because something's sad or beautiful or sweet. That's one of the many things that made me fall in love with you so much. I mean, with all that muscle, you look like you could beat the hell out of someone twice your size, but you're gentle and sweet and sensitive and so in tune with your feelings." "Awwww." "And, I love when you say that, too." "What? Awww?" I giggled. "Yeah. It makes everything feel so cute and fluffy, kinda like a fluffy teddy bear in a soft sweater, and it makes you that way, too." "I'm fluffy?" "Yeah," I giggled with a flirty smile. "Awwwww, you're fluffy, too." Daniel cuddled me in his arms. "I just wanna hold you." I savored the warmth and sweetness of his embrace. I rested my head on his chest, and felt his heart beating. "Do you wanna sing a duet with me?" "I'm a terrible singer." "I doubt that." "Just warning you ahead of time." "Okay, but I still doubt it."

"What do you wanna sing?" "Well, what do you wanna sing?" "Hmmm. You Raise Me Up?" "That's so perfect, because that song says exactly how I feel about you." Meredith and Chlo returned to the table after an eternity. I have no idea what they were doing, but whatever. We ate our meals. Then, Daniel and I finally got up to sing. I had never heard him sing before. Yes, he comes with all of us to karaoke, but he never used to sing. Well, when we sang the duet, he blew me away with his singing. I took hold of his hand while he sang his part, and he pulled me into his arms. At the end, he and I shared a passionate kiss. "Terrible singer my butt," I said to him as we headed back to the table. "You were amazing!" "You think so?" "Well, duh. Part of Asperger's Syndrome is honesty. I never lie." "Thank you, Baby."

Chapter 25
In the morning, Mom and Dad were in the kitchen, cooking breakfast, when I walked in slowly. "Hey, Honey," said Dad. "Want some breakfast?" "Daddy, I feel sick," I whimpered. Dad dropped what he was doing, and looked over at me. "Oh, my God," he worried. "You don't look so good." Mom felt my forehead and cheeks. "Sweetie, you're burning up. Lemme check your temperature. Joe, where's the thermometer?" "Right here," said Dad, opening the medicine cabinet, and grabbing the thermometer. He handed it to me, and I put it in my mouth. "I don't guess you'll want anything to eat," said Mom. "Mm-mmm," I said with my mouth closed. "Okay, you go sit down in the living room, and let me know when that thing beeps." I dragged my feet into the living room, and sat on the couch. "Should we call the doctor?" Mom asked Dad. "Probably." "Mom, it beeped!" I called. Mom rushed into the living room to read the thermometer. "Oh, my God," she panicked. "Joe!" she shouted. "It's 103!" I suddenly vomited violently. "Should I call the doctor now?!" Dad shouted from the kitchen. "No, call the paramedics! She's throwing up!" Within minutes, an ambulance arrived to rush me to the hospital. The doctors had to run tests on me. My parents were in the waiting room when the doctor came out to talk to them. "Mr. and Mrs. Grey," he said, "I'm Dr. Cahill. I've been treating your daughter, Naomi." "Yes, how is she doing?" Mom panted. "The cancer's starting to spread. She needs a liver transplant, and soon, before it's too late." "Have you found a donor?" asked Dad. "Not yet, but we're looking very hard." "Thank you, Dr.," Mom sniffled. "Can we see her?" "Yes, she's in room 116." "Thank you." Meanwhile, in my room, I was on my cell phone. "Daniel?" I sobbed. "I'm in the hospital. I really need you. I'm scared." I hung up the phone just as Mom and Dad walked into my room. "Hey, Sweetie," said Mom. "How you feelin'?" "Awful," I replied, drying my eyes. "I know, Honey," said Dad, "but the doctors are looking hard for a donor. You'll be alright."

"Thanks, Daddy." "You just relax, Baby," said Mom. "Sorry I ruined your carpet." "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it later. Right now, you're our number one priority." "Thanks." "Don't freak out, but your dad and I read your song lyrics while you were out with your friends yesterday. They're beautiful." "We need to find someone who can put music to them," added Dad, "so you can sing them." "Yeah, we'll look into that for you." "Thanks, guys. That really means a lot to me. I wanna put them onto a CD, and send it off." "That would be wonderful," said Mom. "Yeah, you could get famous," added Dad. Mom and I laughed. "I'm serious," Dad chuckled. "Honey, those songs are awesome." "Thanks, Dad," I said. "We brought you something from home," said Mom, pulling out a DVD box from her purse. "Celtic Woman's new DVD. You can watch it whenever you get scared, and it'll make you feel better." "Thank you." "I'll put it on the table in the corner." "Okay." Just then, Daniel knocked on the open door. "May I come in?" he asked. "Absolutely," Mom replied cheerfully. "Get in here." Daniel approached my bed. "Hey, Sweetheart," he greeted. "Hey," I replied. "We'll give you two some privacy," said Mom. "We'll be at home," said Dad. "Call us if you need anything." "Okay," I said. "We love you," said Mom, blowing kisses. My parents closed the door behind them.

Chapter 26
Daniel dragged a chair next to my bed, and sat down. "How're you feeling?" he asked sweetly. "Scared," I replied, trying not to cry. "I know." "Daniel, do you think I'm gonna die?" "No, I don't." Daniel stroked my hair. "I think you're gonna live." "You do?" "No, I know you will." "How do you know?" "Because, you're the strongest person I know. You're a survivor." "Thanks." "I mean it." "I'm still scared, though. I don't know what's gonna happen to me." Daniel caressed the top of my head. "Well, nobody knows what's gonna happen, but I know that you'll get through this, Naomi. We'll get through it together. You don't have to feel scared anymore, because you're not alone anymore." "Good, because I've never needed you more than I do now." "I'm right here." "Daniel?" "Yes, Baby?" "Will you make love to me?" Daniel suddenly cracked a huge smile. "Really?" "Yeah. Before you came along, I used to be terrified of sex. It's because I hadn't found the right guy yet, but I have now. I'm ready now, but only if you are." "I'm ready." Daniel removed all his clothes, except for his T-Shirt, just in case a nurse or doctor walked in. He crawled into bed with me, and we started making love. I was a little nervous at first, because I didn't know what to expect. Then, I started to relax, and it was amazing. It felt so right. "That was amazing," I said. "Yeah." "You're a master at this," I flirted. Daniel laughed. "You weren't so bad yourself." "Thanks." "So, it was your first time?" "Yep." "How did it feel?" "I don't know how to describe it, to be honest," I chuckled. "It was differentawesome. I feel like I'm floating on a cloud." "Is it fluffy?" "Yeah," I said with a flirty smile. "It's like, you're the cloud, and we're floating."

"I'm fluffy?" I snickered. "Very fluffy, like a teddy bear." "Awwww." "Your name kinda reminds me of a teddy bear, Daniel Ted." "Really?" Daniel flirted. "Yeah. From now on, your nickname is Daniel Teddy Bear." "Awwwwwwww, you're adorable." "So are you." "How?" "Well, you're a tough guy, but not some stone-cold, macho hotshot. You're not afraid to show your emotions, and you give the best hugs ever. Hugging you is even better than hugging my favorite teddy bear, and I gotta tell you, my teddy bear gives really cuddly hugs. Yours are even cuddlier, and you're so sweet and gentle and kind and loving and funny, and you have the sweetest voice I've ever heard. I could listen to you talk all day, and never get sick of it." "Awwwwwww, now, I wanna hold you forever." "Will you? Please?" Daniel wrapped his arms around me, and held me tightly. "Will you sing to me?" "Sure." Daniel continued holding me as he stroked and played with my hair, and sang a sweet, romantic song to me. It was more like a romantic lullaby. His sweet, soothing voice took me on a journey to Dreamland as my eyelids became very heavy. After he finished singing to me, I had fallen asleep completely, but he kept holding me. He rested his head on top of mine, and eventually, he also fell asleep. That evening, I was just beginning to wake up as someone knocked on the door. "Who is it?" I asked, still very groggy, and barely awake. They just opened the door. It was Meredith and Chlo.

Chapter 27
"Hey, you," Meredith greeted. "Guess who came with us?" Chlo reached her arm out the door, and pulled someone in. It was their youngest sister, Bridget! She was away at year-round college, studying music, and she was in town for a visit. "Hey, girl!" Bridget greeted cheerfully, running to me, and throwing her arms around me. "I missed you!" "Hey, Bridget," I said. "Hey, Daniel," said Chlo, poking Daniel. "You awake?" "Huh?" Daniel groaned, barely opening his eyes. "Daniel!" Chlo teased. "Wake up." Daniel opened his eyes, and looked up at Chlo. "Hey, Chlo." "Bridget's here." "Hey!" Bridget giggled. Daniel perked up a little when he saw Bridget. "Hey, Bridget. How are you?" "I'm good." "Naomi, how you feelin'?" asked Chlo. "A little better," I said. "That's good." "Knock knock!" Jessica entered the room. "Hey, girl. It's Jessica." She approached my bed. "You feelin' okay?" "Yeah," I said. "How did you know?" "Your mom called." Jessica leaned over my bed. "Listen, Naomi, I didn't mean to come down so hard on you. I realize now that you weren't trying to hurt me. You were just hurting, and I shouldn't have gotten in your face about it. I guess I got defensive, because I don't understand what it feels like for you, having Asperger's and all." "I wasn't trying to be mean," I said. "I know that now." "I felt really bad when you left." "Aww, I'm sorry. I don't want you to feel bad. I'm sorry I didn't understand what you were going through. I guess we all deal with heartbreak in different ways. Some of us can get rid of it more easily than others. Maybe it takes longer for you to get past it, but it looks like you have now. I'm really glad." "Thanks, Jessica." "Am I out of the doghouse?" I snickered. "You've been out of it for a while." Jessica giggled. "Good, and Daniel, you better not break her heart," she teased. "Don't worry," said Daniel. "I won't do anything to hurt her." "Hola, Naomi." Chico entered my room with his new girl on his arm. "How are you?" "I'm good," I replied. "I want you to meet my new girlfriend. This is Violah."

"Hey, Violah," I said shyly. "Hey," Violah greeted. "Chico told me a lot about you. It's nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you, too." "Naomi?" Chico sighed as he approached my bed. "Naomi, I'm really sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to lead you on like I did. I hope you can forgive me, and maybe we can still be friends." "That would be great," I said happily. "You forgive me?" "Yeah, I already have, actually." "I'm glad, and I hope you can be friends with Violah, too." "That would be awesome." Violah smiled at me. "Just one thing," I said. "What?" asked Chico. "You better not break her heart," I teased, "or I'm comin' after you." Chico and Violah burst out laughing. Just then, Mom and Dad came into the room, carrying boxes of pizza. Following them were Daniel's parents, Damian and Audrey, and his sister, Cheyenne, carrying two-liter bottles of soft drinks, and a bag of plastic utensils. "Pizza?!" I gasped. "Yes!" "What's the pizza for?" asked Chlo. "Well, we figured you guys were getting hungry," said Mom. "And, we are celebrating," added Dad. "Celebrating what?" asked Daniel. "We just got a phone call from the doctor. Naomi, you have a new liver on the way." I gasped excitedly. "The doctor said to enjoy the pizza tonight, because tomorrow, you can't eat anything. You have surgery in the morning, so pig out tonight." Daniel threw his arms around me, kissing me all over my face. "See?! I knew you would be okay." "We kept prayin' for you, girl," said Jessica. I burst into tears of joy. "I can't believe this is happening!" "I can," said Daniel. "Okay, pizza time!" Mom announced.

Chapter 28
In the morning, not too early, the doctors prepped me for surgery. My family, and all my friends sat in the waiting room during my procedure, which took a few hours. When I woke up after the anesthesia began to wear off, I saw everyone standing around my bed. "Hey, Sweetie," Mom said sweetly. "You feelin' better?" "Yeah," I said weakly, "just tired." "You're not in any pain?" asked Cheyenne. "Not really," I yawned. "Good news, Honey," said Dad. "The doctor got rid of all the cancer." I nearly lost my breath from the excitement of the good news. "I'm cancer free?" "You are cancer free." "Thank God," I sighed, relieved, and yes, I meant that. Thank God! "I'm with you, Sweetheart," agreed Daniel. "God saved your life." "God did a lot more than that," I said. "He gave me the best friends and family ever, and the most awesome boyfriend in the world." "And, don't forget that beautiful voice of yours," added Dad. "Thanks, Dad." "Listen, Sweetie, your mom and I are lookin' into getting you a job involving music." "We might be able to get you a job as a singer at different nursing homes," added Mom. "We're talking to a job specialist, and he's helping us." I tried not to scream, and succeeded. I was just too excited. "Oh, my gosh!" I squealed. "Thank you so much!" "No problem, Sweetheart," said Dad. "Wow, just think what you can do for the residents with that talent of yours," said Jessica. "They don't have much to look forward to," added Violah, "and you singing for them would mean so much to them." "It would mean a lot to me, too," I said, "because I wanted to use my music to make people happy." "You really make me happy, Sweetheart," said Daniel, sitting on the edge of my bed. "While you were in surgery, I wrote something for you." "Cool," I said. "Do you want me to read it to you?" "Totally." "Okay." Daniel pulled his journal out of his jacket, and flipped through the pages, until he found the page he was looking for. He crawled under the covers, and lay next to me. "'God has given me so much to be thankful for. He has blessed me with a wonderful family, amazing friends, and the most beautiful woman I've ever met. This woman's name is Naomi Grey. She's the love of my life. She has been from the first day I met her. I just didn't realize it. I was with someone else. I thought I loved Teresa, but it all turned into a complete disaster.

I think I know why. She wasn't for me. She hurt me in so many ways that I can't even count. I deserve better, and Naomi gives me everything I deserve. She makes me the happiest man alive. I don't think she could do anything to hurt me if she tried. She's the sweetest, kindest, funniest, most beautiful, wonderful person in the world. She's an inspiration to me. She inspires what I write, what I say, what I feel, and what I want to accomplish in life. She wants to make people happy. Now, so do I. She can make millions of people happy with her beautiful music. I hope I can make just one person happy with the things I write, and that's her. If I can make her happy, maybe I can make millions happy, too. If she can do it, so can I. It would mean a lot to me to make millions happy, but my first priority is to make her happy for the rest of her life. Naomi, I'm so blessed to have such a beautiful angel like you in my life. You will always be my other half.'" He brushed a few tears away. "'I love you so much, and I'll always love you, maybe more each day. I know I love you even more today than I did yesterday. Maybe I'll love you even more tomorrow. I know one thing's for sure. I'll never love you any less, because everything you do, everything you are, and everything you say and sing is beautiful. Naomi, there's only one woman I can see spending my life with, and that's you. I can see us building a life together. I can see us achieving our dreams. You'll be a singing sensation, and I'll be a writer. I can see us growing old together, dying together, and spending eternity in heaven together. God put you in my life for a reason. It's because you're the right woman for me. I love you, Naomi Grey, and I always will.'" Then, he closed the journal, and dried my eyes. His beautiful words made me cry. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and looked deep into my eyes. "Naomi, will you marry me?" Even more tears came flooding from my eyes. "Yes!" I cried, throwing myself into his arms, and kissing him passionately. Everyone in the room clapped for us. Wow, I couldn't believe it! I was really getting married! I couldn't wait!

Chapter 29
The wedding was a few months later at Christ Fellowship Church, in early April. By then, everything was readythe flowers, the coke, decorations, and everything needed for a wedding. Jessica, Meredith, Bridget, and Chlo were my bride's maids, and no, there was no maid of honor. I couldn't choose between them. Daniel's six-year-old cousin, Daphne, was the flower girl. Chico was one of Daniel's groom's men. Yes, Daniel was able to forgive him, too. Daniel's dad was his best man. Great choice! The ring barer was Cheyenne's adorable five-year-old son. There's more information about the wedding, but we need to get on with the story. On the day of the wedding, I was in the bridal room with my mom. I had just slipped into a strapless wedding gown with a fairly big skirt. Okay, it wasn't that poofy. It was just right. My mom was helping me with my hair and makeup. Then, she slipped the veil over my head. "You look so beautiful, Sweetheart," she said. "Thanks, Mom." Mom laughed, trying to hold back tears. "I can't believe my little girl's getting married." "I know!" I laughed, still in disbelief. "I can't believe it's actually happening for me." "I knew it would someday. Just didn't expect it to happen so fast. Feels like only yesterday when you were just a little baby. I remember when you used to bounce in your crib all the time." I grinned. "You'd bounce for hours, and sometimes, you'd scare the heck outta me and Daddy, because you'd bounce so high." Mom giggled. "We thought you were gonna jump over the side of the crib, and bust your head open." I tried not to laugh, but failed miserably. "Now, look at you. You're all grown up. Honestly, if you tried to jump that high again, you'd be able to touch the sky, and never fall down. You've learned how to defy gravity. You never let your disability or your Asperger's get in the way, and you can teach that to the fans you make in the future." "Yeah," I agreed. "I wanna give you your wedding present right now. Daddy and I finally got in touch with a placement officer, and we got you an interview at a nursing home. They wanna hear you sing, and they'd like you to meet and mingle with the residents. They wanna see how the residents respond to you before they decide, and Sweetie, you will wow them. Just pick the songs that mean the most to you, and sing them straight from the heart. Show these people who you are, and you'll do just fine." "Thanks, Mom." "Your interview is in a month, so you have plenty of time to prepare for it." "Thanks, Mom. This is the best wedding present ever." "There's more." "Huh?"

"Yeah. We found someone to write music to your songs. They'll compose them with whatever sound you want, and they'll help you learn the music. That way, you can finally sing your own songs." I lost my breath, and nearly burst into tears. I was speechless. "Wow!" I panted. "Thanks, Mom! You guys are the best!" "No problem, Sweetheart. Now, let's get you and Daniel married." A few minutes later, the organs played The Wedding March as I floated down the aisle on my dad's arm. I looked ahead, and saw Daniel in a tuxedo. Wow, he looked so handsome. I smiled at him as he turned his head, and smiled back at me. The minister gave a beautiful speech about love, marriage, fidelity, and building a life together. Then, it was time for me and Daniel to recite our personal vows to each other. I went first. "Daniel, when I first met you, we immediately became best friends. I immediately felt comfortable around you. I could be my complete self around you, and you wouldn't judge me. I could tell you anything, and you completely understood me. I didn't realize how I really felt about you, until I found out about the cancer. That night, you stayed right by my side. It felt like you were protecting me, because I felt so safe with you. Not even the cancer could hurt me. That night, you were so wonderful to me. I realized how I really felt about you then, but I was too scared of getting hurt again. The truth is, I think I've always been in love with you from the start. I was just too blind to see it. Daniel, you fixed every part of me that was broken. You made me whole again. You did everything in your power to make me the happiest woman alive. I promise I will do the same for you. Whatever's broken, I'll try to fix it. I'll do anything I possibly can to make you happy. I'll always be faithful to you. I don't love anyone else, but you. No other man can win me over, no matter how hard he tried. I've already given you my heart, and I'm not taking it back. I'm not taking it back, because you're the only one who could fix it. I'm fully committed to you for the rest of my life." Then, it was Daniel's turn. "Naomi, I think I fell in love with you the moment I saw you at that Celtic Woman concert, but I was with someone else. I thought I was in love with her, but the truth is, I was only staying with her out of obligation. Then, you set me free. Naomi, you have already fixed what was broken, and you've already made me the happiest man alive. You've brought so much light into my life. You've been my inspiration from the start. You inspire everything I do. You're my angel. I promise I will keep making you happy, and I won't let anything hurt you. I'll protect you whenever you need protecting. I'll always be faithful. No other woman can have my heart, because I've already given it to you, and you're taking good care of it." He brushed away a few tears. "I'd give my life for you, Naomi," he sobbed. "I would. You're my reason for living, and I want you to keep living, and keep spreading your beautiful angel light. If anyone tries to hurt you, they'll have to hurt me instead. I'll take a bullet for you if I have to." "I will, too," I sobbed. "I love you, Daniel." "I love you, too, Naomi."

Then, it was the minister's turn. "Do you, Naomi Jane Grey, take Daniel Brian Ted, to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love, honor, and cherish him for better or worse, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?" "I do," I sniffled. "And, do you, Daniel Brian Ted, take Naomi Jane Grey, to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to love, honor, and cherish her for better or worse, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?" Daniel smiled sweetly at me. "I do." "Before I pronounce you as husband and wife, I would like to invite Miss rla Fallon to perform for us." Oh, my gosh! I kid you not! rla Fallon was singing at my wedding! She sang her beautiful rendition of Simple Love, and accompanied herself on the harp. She blew the entire church away with her angelic voice. She sang with so much emotion. It just added to the happy, romantic mood. Everyone cheered and applauded after she finished singing and playing. Then, the minister spoke again. "Now, by the power vested in me by the state of Florida, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Daniel, you may now kiss your bride." Daniel lifted my veil, and drew me close as he kissed me. Wow, what an amazing wedding! I can't believe it was all for me and Daniel. I couldn't believe I actually got to marry the man of my dreams, and not to mention, have a former member of Celtic Woman sing at the wedding! I think I know who arranged that. The reception was so much fun. The food was delicious. The company was great. We all danced to Celtic Woman. We even played the traditional wedding games, like Toss the Bouquet. I danced with Daddy, and of course, with Daniel. It was a night I would never forget. Actually, it was a day I would never forget, and neither would Daniel. It was the beginning of a new chapter for both of us.

Chapter 30
The next morning, I woke up in a different bed. I was still half asleep, so it took a while to realize that I was in Daniel's bedroom in Daniel's house. I glanced over, and saw him lying next to me. He slowly opened his eyes, and wrapped his arm around my neck. "Good morning, wife." "Hey, you," I yawned. "How does it feel to be married?" "Amazing." "Yeah." "So, where do you wanna go on our honeymoon?" "Ireland." "Yeah, me, too." "Can we even afford that?" "My parents offered to pay for it." "Awww, your parents are so generous. Now, I know where you get your big heart from." "My heart's nowhere near as big as yours." "Awwwww, my sweet angel." Daniel pulled me into his arms. "I love you so much." "I love you, too." "Man, I gotta go to the bathroom." I burst out laughing. "Me, too. I'm about to explode." We both got out of bed, and got dressed together. After taking care of our business, we both strolled into the kitchen to cook breakfast. Okay, I couldn't cook, but I wanted to learn with Daniel. We both made sausage gravy and biscuits together. Surprisingly, I didn't do anything to ruin the food. Daniel even made us both cups of hot chocolate, and we sat down to a delicious breakfast. It was the first time eating together as a married couple, and it was wonderful. "So, you have an interview at a nursing home next month?" Daniel enquired. "Yep," I replied, still chewing my food. "Do you know which one?" "I think it's at a meeting for all the nursing homes in the area. I'm not sure yet." "I can't wait to find out how it goes." "You can come with me. I need someone to drive me anyway." "I'd be honored." I put my spoon down. "Hey, I was thinking." "Yeah?" "You should send off your writing. Maybe you can get it published." "You think so?" "Heck yeah. You could make millions." "You really think so?" "Duh," I flirted.

"What if I send it off, and get a bunch of rejections?" "Just keep trying. You never let me give up on my music. If you really wanna share your stories with the world, I'm not gonna let you give up on that, not if it's what you want." "Yeah, it is." "I remember you saying you wanted to make a difference with the things you write, just like I wanna make a difference with my music." "I do." "You know what I think you should publish first?" "What?" Daniel smiled at me. "That sweet journal entry you wrote to me during my surgery." "Maybe I will, but I think I might publish the whole journal." "Go for it." "I will." I took another bite of my breakfast. "Mmm," I said. "We did a good job together." "Yeah, this is the best sausage gravy I've ever tasted," Daniel agreed. "We make a great team." "Yeah, we do." "I can't wait to do more with you." "Me, neither." "The hot chocolate tastes really good, too." "Yeah, it does." After breakfast, Daniel and I sat on the back porch, near Daniel's beautiful garden of flowers. "Those are the prettiest flowers I've ever seen," I said. "I started this garden the day I first told you I love you," said Daniel. "You inspired this, too." "Wow." "Hold on." Daniel bent over, and picked a red rose, a pink one, and a white one. "For you," he said, handing them to me. I took one whiff of the flowers, and immediately burst into tears. "Awwww, are you okay, Baby?" "Yeah, it's just" "What?" "These flowers smell just like the flowers you gave me in a dream I once had." "What was the dream?" "I had it when I was in the hospital, and you sang me to sleep. I had a dream that I was in my room, and you sent me these beautiful flowers, kinda like these ones. Actually, they were just like these, and the smell, it was so real. I can still remember the smell of those flowers. It was a really nice smell, and these flowers brought back the memory of that dream. It was the sweetest dream I've ever had in my life, and you just made it come true." "I think I had that dream, too. Except, I sent the flowers."

"I've never had a dream that affected me like that one. I still remember it today. It was so real. I can smell things in my dreams, but I've never remembered a smell like this one. That's why I got all emotional, because these flowers brought back the memory of that sweet dream." "Awwwwwww, come here." Daniel wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to his heart, and stroking my hair. "You're so beautiful. You're everything I've ever wanted in a woman." I didn't know how to verbally respond to that sweet comment. I just leaned my head against his chest, and listened to his heart beating. Then, before I could open my mouth to speak, he began to sing to me. I listened to his sweet voice, and stayed very still in his arms. As soon as he began singing, I knew that this was the first day of a beautiful rest of my life with him. I knew it was the beginning of a bright future.

Epilogue
It's been two years since Daniel and I got married. We're still so happy together, probably even more now than before. We both helped each other make our dreams come true. I am now singing at all the nursing homes in the Palm Beach Gardens area, as well as at a few restaurants, bars, and clubs every now and then. The songs I sing are different. I mixed different genres together in each performance. I sing a bit of country, a bit of Broadway show tunes, and even some classical. Whatever I sing, it comes straight from the heart. The composer my parents found is amazing. Her name is Abby. Every time I write a new song, Abby puts music to it. She knows I like a bit of a Celtic sound to my songs. Working with her is so much fun, and I'm working on putting these songs on a CD to send off. I'm hoping for the best. As for Daniel, his journal has been successfully published, but it's not the journal he was talking about that day in the garden. He started a brand new journal. He wrote the sweetest stories about me, us, and our life together. He even talked about my battle with my visual disability, my Asperger's Syndrome, and cancer. He wrote about my musical dreams, and what I wanted to accomplish as a singer. He wrote about our relationship, our marriage, our friendship, and so much more about our life together. He wrote about his dreams of wanting to reach people with his writing. His journal definitely made a difference. I know it made a difference in my life, because when I read it, everything he had to say touched my heart more than I can say. All the stories he wrote about me, he spoke of me as if I was a saint or a hero. I never really used to see myself as a saint, a hero, or anything monumental. I just saw myself as a person with a pretty messed up head. He made me see that I'm beautiful. Don't worry. I won't let that go to my head. I guess what I'm saying is, he taught me how to be happy the way I am. I know what a lot of you must've been thinking when you read the first few pages of my story. "Oh, crap! Not another story about some depressed chick." I'm not trying to come off as a depressed chick. I only wanted to share my story with you, because in the past few years, I've grown up. I'm through with letting people tell me who to be, and I'm through letting them try to change me. I'm not changing for anybody. I have found real friendsfriends who accept me the way I am. They know I face challenges everyday, not just with bad eyesight, but with my Asperger's Syndrome. If someone cannot accept me the way I am, they're not worth it. If someone even tries to make me change, they won't win, because I'm not a puppet. There are people in my life that let me cry when I need to cry, even if it's over something really stupid. They let me show my child-like side, and they don't judge me. They make me feel relaxed when I'm stressed. They're the people worthy of my attention. It took a long time to realize this, but all the depressing things that happened to me made me a stronger person. All the fake friends, heartbreaks, and battles I had to face, they never made me weaker. There were times I thought they only made things worse for me, but I eventually healed again. It

takes me longer to heal from things that hurt me, but when I heal, I'm stronger than I was before. After battling cancer, I know I can survive anything, especially since I have a wonderful husband like Daniel by my side. Whatever challenges life throws at either one of us, we battle them together, because we're a team. To answer any questions you guys may have, Daniel and I aren't planning on having children anytime soon. We're still thinking about it. We're discussing adoption, but we haven't decided on anything yet. Right now, it's just me and him, and right now, we're just focusing on, well, right now. Although, I have to be honest. I can't wait to see what lies ahead in the future. Whatever it is, Daniel and I are in it together. Life is our song, and we're the singers. It's our melody.