|Everything I Have Ever Wanted
Author: Hatethesilence312 PM
Wes's POV of when Macy tells him about the change in the rules. Rated t because I rate everything T, but there's nothing inappropriate.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Friendship - Words: 710 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 17 - Follows: 4 - Published: 10-30-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8656701
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I know it's been way too long since I've updated, and I'm sorry. Here's a little Sarah Dessen oneshot to try to make up for it!
I was walking away, going home because I just didn't want to be there anymore, when I heard it.
At first, I thought the noise behind me was just a jogger. Then I noticed how fast the person was running. I briefly remembered Macy's time for the mile, and turned just as she reached me.
She was panting, her face red, her eyes wide and locked on me.
"Macy," I could hear the surprise in my voice. I knew she heard it too. This was Macy, my Macy, the Macy who hasn't run since her dad died. Macy. "What—"
"I'm sorry," She holds her hand out to me. "But there's been a change."
I could feel the confusion on my face. I racked my brain, trying to understand what she was talking about. "A change," I repeated when I failed.
She nodded. Her movements were frantic and jerky, "In the rules."
For a minute, I was still confused. I thought of Wish, and figured that if Delia changed rules or anything she would tell me before Macy—oh. It didn't relate to Delia, or anyone else for that matter. It was us. A change in our rules. I felt myself relax now that I understood. "Ah. The rules."
"Yes," she seemed very relieved that I understood. I was afraid I knew where she was going with this. She felt bad for me. She wanted to make up for it. She wanted to be friends again.
"I wasn't notified."
"Well, it was pretty recent," She seemed to be making this up on the spot.
I pulled my hand through my hair. I had to stop her. "Macy," I made my voice soft and gentle, and I leaned forward a little, looking at her closely, trying to memorize her face, just in case catering was the only time I ever saw her after this. "You don't have to—"
I stopped when she shook her head frantically. "The change. Ask me about the change."
I felt myself rock back. I was lost again. I pushed my hands into my pockets. "Okay. What's the change?"
"it's been decided," she yanks in a breath, "that there is another step to winning the game. And that is that in order for me to really win, I have to answer the question you passed on, that night in the truck. Only then is it final."
I flashed back to the night. What would you do, if you could do anything? It had seemed like such an innocent question to her. It was a simple question. I could have said I would go back in time, or bring my mom back, or whatever. And while those things are all great ideas, they aren't what I would do. Everything that happened led me to Macy. And I wouldn't risk having that never happen. No. I wanted Macy.
"The question I passed on," I repeated, to make sure I fully understood. I couldn't ask her anything. It had to be that. I wondered, briefly, what she would say. What answer could she give that made her run to me like that?
"That's the rule."
"Okay." I took a deep breath, bracing myself for her answer. I suppose I should know it. After all, we've been playing this game long enough. I know her inside and out. Yet, somehow, this question seems like a wildcard. "What would you do, if you could do anything?"
She took a step closer to me. She was right there. I couldn't breathe.
"This," She said putting her arms around my neck and kissing me before I even had time to think.
I froze for a brief second; just long enough for my brain to catch up to what was happening. Then I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her against me, kissing her back. My heart thundered, and all I could think about was Macy—her fingers in my hair, her soft lips against mine, the feel of her heart pounding against mine. I kissed her with everything in me, because she is everything I have ever wanted.