So I just finished reading The Truth About Forever for the millionth time, and I suddenly got this idea. I hope it hasn't been done before, and I apologize if it has. I hope mine will be different.

Please enjoy! And please be kind in your feedback.

Maybe it was the dark. Maybe it was the fireflies. Or maybe...maybe it was because she'd called him extraordinary, which was what Kristy had claimed she had been looking for in a boy all summer.

Whatever caused it didn't matter. What mattered was that it happened.

There had been a shift; Wes had felt it. Looking at Macy, he knew she had felt it too. Then again, it wasn't new to him. He had felt this way about her almost from the start, especially after they started playing Truth. Getting to know her had been the highlight of his summer, and being honest with her was refreshing since most girls didn't want to get that deep with someone. He was thinking about Becky, who talked to him, but never like this. She always held things back.

They were sitting side by side, knees almost touching. If he moved in the slightest, he would feel Macy's leg against his and feel the warmth coming from it. He wondered what it would be like to hold her hand in a more casual way rather than in that hurried way they'd done earlier. He hadn't liked that jock trying to make moves on Macy, especially when she hadn't wanted it. In his mind, Macy deserved to be treated well with respect and honor. She deserved to be cherished.

"My turn," she said fast, making him blink and bringing him back to the present.

"All right," he said reluctantly, the moment sliding away. He didn't want it to slide away, but he felt unsure as to how to save it.

"What would you do if you could do anything?" she asked.

He held his breath, moving his head to stare out at the clearing. Was she seriously asking this question right now? She was looking at him expectantly, and he didn't even know what he was doing. He had no idea if she really did feel something or if it was his imagination. He was very much putting himself out there, and then there was the situation with Becky.

Wes already knew he was breaking up with Becky when she returned from rehab. He hadn't meant to fall for someone else while she was away, but he had.

Just do it! Kristy's voice echoed in his head. She had been needling him for the past week about his relationship with Macy, poking and prodding and trying to get it out of him that he cared for Macy more than just friends. He had remained silent about it, much to Kristy's chagrin.

"Wes?" Macy prompted.

If he did it, and she rejected him, where would that leave him? What would happen to their friendship? He could feel his heart racing with the prospect of what he really wanted to do. Would she really like someone like him? Someone who had been arrested? Granted, it had been a stupid thing he'd done, and she knew it, but it was still there. Would she fear he would do something stupid again? He hoped she knew him better than that.

"Are you passing?" she asked. "Wes?"

Sometimes you just gotta have faith. His mother's words echoed in his mind. Of course she was right. What if he didn't, and he lost Macy anyway? There was that option too, and he didn't like it either.

"Oh my God," Macy laughed. "You're seriously going to pass?" He could sense she was going to stand up, and he didn't want that either. He steadied his breathing, and he turned to face her full on, sliding a hand to cup the back of her head. She was at a loss for words now as she stared at him. She hadn't pulled away, so that was a good sign. Before he lost his nerve, he moved in and pressed his lips against hers, slowly, softly...just for a moment.

Her surprise was evident, but she didn't stop it. He felt her reach and rest her hand on his arm, squeezing it. She returned his kiss.

He didn't want to pull back, but he did. He was also curious to know what she thought. Did she want this? Her eyes were still closed as he looked at her, and there was a dazed expression on her face.

"I'd do that," he said, answering her question. She opened her eyes, looking at him.

"Oh," she said. She was sad it was over. She wondered if he would do it again.

A car passed, and her mother got out once it was parked in their garage.

"Macy, is that you?" she called, looking at them.

Wes knew that this spell they were under was gone as Macy shifted and put space between them.

"Yup," she replied. "I'm coming in."

Her mother peered at Wes before giving a curt nod and going inside. Wes looked at Macy, wondering what she was thinking.

"Well," she said, smoothing her hair the way she did when she was nervous. "I guess I'll see you later."

"Okay," he nodded. She wasn't saying anything about the kiss. Why wasn't she saying something? Had he read it wrong? Was she unsure how to tell him she didn't like him that way?

"I...um, yea," she said, fumbling for words. "So...later?"

"Macy..."

"Tonight was good...really good," she interrupted. She blushed, thankful it was dark and he couldn't see it. She got off the tailgate, and he followed suit.

"I'm sorry," he started. Maybe it had been a terrible idea. He'd gone and wrecked everything. He started mentally kicking himself.

"No!" she practically yelped. Then she inhaled slowly and exhaled, trying again. Her tone was softer this time. "No. Don't be sorry. I will see you later."

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek before scurrying off towards the house. Wes stood there next to his truck having mixed feelings. She wouldn't have kissed his cheek if she was flat out rejecting him. He didn't really know what to think as he got into his truck and drove away.

...

Macy hugged herself as she entered the house. Wes had kissed her! After imagining it, having it really happen was a shock, but it was a pleasant shock. She knew he was probably feeling confused. She felt confused as well, and she had really wanted to kiss him again, but not with her mother potentially watching.

"Are you all right?" her mother asked on cue, catching sight of Macy standing in the entryway looking dazed still.

"Huh? Yea. I'm fine," Macy answered. It was such an automatic response, but it was a good go-to.

"Okay," her mother nodded. She looked as though she was going to ask who Wes was, but thankfully she didn't. She went to her office, phone in hand. Macy went to her room and fell backwards onto her bed, replaying the kiss in her mind over and over. She wondered what he was thinking.

...

"Where were you?" Bert asked when Wes came into their home. He set his keys down and just shook his head.

"Out."

"Oh."

Wes was lost in his thoughts as he walked to his room. He wanted to be alone, nothing against Bert. He just needed time to think.

"Becky called," Bert said just before he entered his room. Wes stopped short, surprised. He gripped the door jam, turning to face Bert.

"She did?"

"Yea. She said to tell you she knows she was supposed to wait until the end of summer but that she wanted to talk to you."

"Okay."

"She left the number to call. She said you can only call at certain times. I wrote them down too."

"Okay."

Bert peered at his brother, knowing something was up but didn't know what.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Wes answered, sounding like Macy. He almost chuckled. She was rubbing off on him a little apparently.

"Okay," Bert said, not sounding at all like he was okay with this response, but he let it go thankfully.

Wes closed his door behind him and leaned against it. Becky had called. What did Becky want? And why had she called the house and not his cell phone? Had she wanted to intentionally miss him? Did she want him to not call back and have it be his fault things were over between them? Things were going to be over between them because of him, though. That was the thing.

He was almost afraid to find out what she wanted, but he knew that he needed to have that conversation with her sooner than later. He wasn't the kind of guy to have two girls at the same time. That wasn't him. He really should have waited to kiss Macy until after he had broken up with Becky.

But there was just something about Macy that had made him forget all of that and kiss her anyway.

"Mom," he sighed. "I sure wish you were here to talk to."

But he had the next best thing.

Delia.

Shall I continue? I plan on writing from all of their perspectives and not just Wes and Macy just fyi.