Hey guys! I'm back again with another story! Yes, I know that I literally just finished my latest story, but this idea has been bothering me for some time.

Before we start, I just have to say how proud if this idea I am. I think it's the best one that I've come up with in a long time. After reading this chapter, feel free to drop me your thoughts! If you want to see something or someone featured in it, let me know. I have the basic outline of the story done, but not the whole thing, so I'm open to audience input. :)

My mom seems to be getting better, but at this point, who really knows? (If you're confused because you missed my last story (What's Not There), go check the chapter titled author's note and it'll all be explained there.)

I also just want to mention that this is written in a way that are kind of like journal entries but not. I'm going to try it for the first chapter, and if you guys don't like it just let me know, and then I'll go back to writing in the way that I normally do.

Anyway, I've dragged the begging on for too long, enjoy guys!

Light from the Window

Chase's POV:

Light shone through the slightly open windows of my house, and the birds could be heard twittering outside. They must've been sitting on the oak tree just outside our bedroom window to be making that much noise. I groaned slightly before lifting my head from the squishy pillow and looking around the room. Even with the curtains half drawn, the room was still pretty dark; however, I could still see the form of the person sleeping next to me. The light was thrown over the bed in a way that made it easy to see the long, slightly curly chocolate brown hair the figure had, and even with her eyes closed I could picture the bright blue of almond shaped eyes. I smiled slightly, even though it couldn't be seen by the sleeping figure, and lay back down.

Sometimes I woke up in the middle of the night and just lay there in disbelief. After so many years of bullying and being told that I was never going to find someone to love, I had proved them all wrong. And man, did it feel good. To this day I remember the first time I had introduced her to the family. Adam and Bree's faces were priceless when I dropped the word girlfriend into conversation. They had then ruthlessly begged me for hours to bring her home one day. I eventually gave in and asked her to come home with me one day.

I can remember each and every date we ever went on clearly and every kiss just as well. I had met her on the first day of my last year of high school. We had bonded instantly over our love of homework and school projects. She was the first person that I had ever told about our secret to, and the only person to ever offer me a shoulder to cry on whenever the bullying and missions got to much. She was also there for me every step of the way when we were discovered. And even though we were slowly climbing the popularity ladder, I never once left her behind. She even took me up immediately when I asked about a first date, as she knew how hard it was for me to express feelings, especially when I liked someone.

The first date we ever had was definitely a train wreck in slow motion. I was so nervous that by the time I had arrived at her house to pick her up, I was sweating through my skin. But when she opened the door and smiled at me, without making a comment about the sweat, I felt myself calm down a little bit. We had then walked to a ice cream parlor that I had spent hours finding, and then to the park. It had been going well until I had tripped over my own feet and fell over, staining my shirt with ice cream in the process. I had been so embarrassed that all I had wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry, but she had just laughed and pulled me to my feet. We were walking around the lake when I finally managed to pluck up the courage and ask to hold her hand. She had smiled, laughed, and to my relief, said yes. But as I laced our fingers together, I realized just how sticky my hands were. I was again ready to die from embarrassment, but all she had to do was kiss my hand and I calmed down. We strolled around the park for a little while longer before she announced that she had to get home or else her parents would ground her. We walked to her house together, talking about our favorite planets and what books we wanted to read next. When we finally reached her door, I reluctantly pulled my hand away, and was leaning forward to kiss her cheek when she turned her head and my lips fell onto her lips instead. I had tensed for a second, worried, but as soon as she melted into the kiss, I relaxed and kissed her back.

The one date had turned into six, and the before I knew it she had agreed to be my girlfriend. The moment she had said yes to that question, I felt as if my heart had exploded. It hadn't been all fun and games though. When I had finally managed to find the courage to tell her about our secret, she had shut me out for a week. I went the full week without hearing from or seeing her. During that torturous time I had sent her at least a hundred texts and fifty calls. I was about to give up when she sent me a single text back, asking to meet at her house. I had gone, expecting a break up, but when she had opened the door and smiled weakly, I knew that we were going to be alright. It took her a little bit of time to warm up to the idea of me being bionic, but she eventually managed to.

The next time I felt my heart shatter, we had been dating for around three months. I had walked into school one day after a long weekend, excited to see her. After avoiding Trent and his friends, I had entered our first class, smiling, only to see her kissing someone's cheek. My eyes immediately filled with tears, and I had spun around, ready to to race out of the room, when she grabbed my arm. She then went on to tell me that it wasn't what I thought, and that she still loved me. I didn't believe her. After running away, I ignored her for a week before doing the same thing she had done with me, and asked her over. She had arrived three minutes after my text, and explained without hesitation that the boy she had been kissing was her cousin, and that she had been so excited to see him that she couldn't help herself. I had then felt so bad about jumping to conclusions that I had started to cry again, expecting her to get up and leave, but all she did was lean forward and pull me into a hug. She had then proceeded to rock me back and forth, repeating that it was okay and that she didn't blame me.

The next time we were separated, Mr. Davenport had moved us to the island. I had shown up on her front door after the news had been dropped in tears. Telling her that we were moving was the hardest thing that I have ever done in my life. I was again expecting a break up, but all she had done was pull me into a tight hug, tears in her own eyes, and say that she refused to break up with me because of long distance. We had sat on her bed for a long time, just holding onto each other and crying, before I had leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. After I had pulled away, she had looked into my eyes before leaning forward and kissing me full on the mouth. After I had gotten home later that night, I had pleaded and begged with Mr. Davenport until he agreed to give me every Sunday off so I could go and see her.

But all the pain and heartbreak had ended up worth it, as after gathering the courage for at least two weeks, and getting her parents blessing, she had agreed to marry me. We have now been married for three years and she is six months pregnant. Never before have I been so happy, so at peace with my life.

" I Love you Cleo." I muttered, leaning down and kissing the top of her head before getting out of bed and heading downstairs, it was time to start another day.

Soooooo, what do you guys think? This is just the introduction, so next chapter will be a little bit more exciting. I also realize how sappy that chapter was. As much as I like writing depressing things, I'm also a sucker for fluff. However, I can already guarantee you that Chase isn't going to stay this happy for long, I mean, come on, this is my favorite character we're talking about.

Anyway, thanks for reading! I'll see you guys next time!

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