This will probably be a 2 or 3 shot, but I think it will be really cute and totally worth your time once you get through the beginning (I could not for the life of me figure out a good starter for this story) Read! Enjoy! Review!

This is all set after the end of The Truth About Forever, and Macy (20 years old) is back home during winter break of her sophomore year old college.

Kristy has a fiance' who stays on campus year round who's name is Michael. He goes to college 5hours away.

"Have fun with Michael," I said, lifting my eyebrows suggestively. "But not too much fun."

As I helped Kristy load her duffel bag in to her car, I felt a strange rolling sensation under m eyes. My head was aching and I was tired. I was happy for Kristy that she was going back to campus to spend that weekend with her fiance', I knew she didn't get to see him nearly as often as she would like.

As I walked in to my house, I decided against heating up dinner my mother had made earlier that night that I had not been home to eat. I wasn't hungry. "I gotta go to bed." I mumbled to myself, trudging up the stairs.

As I pulled my clothes off and crawled under my covers, I was grateful my room was quiet, and that Caroline had decided to delay her coming for another couple of days. I bundled myseld up as tight as I could. It was at least 75 degrees in the house; why was she so cold? The tighter I bundled myself the colder I felt. I was shaking, my teeth chattering, cheeks burning. The more I focused on it and tried to stop, the more they chattered and clacked. The more my cheeks burned.

I concluded that I was getting a fever. I meant to do something about this. Maybe steal a couple of Advil from her mother. I kept imagining myself doing it, without actually doing it. I passed, gradually, into a state between awake and asleep. I imagined getting another blanket. I imagined drinking a glass of water. At this point, I couldn't figure out whether I was actually doing it or not. I puzzled and tormented my brain, trying to figure out what was and wasn't real.

I must have drifted off for a long time, because it was dark when I was startled awake by the presence of somebody next to me.

"Mace?"

I tried to orient myself. It was like Wes's face floating next to mine.

"Hi," I said softly. I didn't want to pull the blankets from around my chin, because I hated the idea of a draft reaching my hot skin.

"Are you okay? You didn't come to World of Waffles, and I was worried."

"I'm okay." I said. My teeth were chattering again.

Wes looked worried. He pressed his hand to my forehead. "God, you're hot."

I meant to laugh, and make a joke of this, but I couldn't summon it. I was too tired. "I think I got the flu."

"You got something." Tenderly, almost automatically, he pushed hair back from my forehead. It was so nice, how he did it. I felt strangely cozy and happy inside my fever.

He moved his hand to touch my flushed cheek. His hand felt remarkably cold. "Do you want to take something? Should I see if your mom is up?" His eyes were fixed on me, full of concern.

"Don't worry, it's not a big deal." My fatigue made me talk slower than usual. "I always used to run high fevers. My dad used to day"—I had to take a break to work my energy back to up—"I'd get to a hundred and six degrees with just a little cold." I didn't mean to sound tragic when I said this, but I must've, because Wes looked distraught.

"I'm not sure if your mom is here, but I'm going to go get you something. Do you to take Tylenol or Motrin or something?"

"Anything." I whispered.

"Alright." He said, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere, okay? Promise?"

I coughed up a tiny laugh. "That promise I can keep."

Time passed strangely for me, a little forward, a little backward. I was vaguely aware of people coming in to the house. They were making a lot of noise. It sounded like Caroline, her husband and twin boys were here.

Suddenly, Wes was there, kneeling infront of my. He put his hand on my forehead again. He bent down close to my ear. "I don't really want to leave you here with all the noise. Do you want to come home with me? My house is empty, Bert is at and Armageddon retreat this weekend. You can sleep."

I nodded gratefully. I was only wondering how I was going to get from here to the car and into Wes's house without freezing to death. I wasn't wearing anything but underwear under my blankets.

He had an idea for that, too. He put his arms under me, and scooped me up, still tucked inside the massive load of blankets. He carried me out to his car, Caroline and her group watching with surprise as the front door swung shut behind us.

I felt light in his strong capable arms. I rested my burning face against his neck. I was shivering again. Wes pulled the blankets closer around me, and rested his chin lightly on my head. He set me gently in the passenger seat of his truck.

I was trying my hardest to remember each of the things he did, to mark them in my brain permanently, because they were immeasurably sweet. Most people wanted to keep the sickly out of there house, not invite them in.

I kept hoping that this, unlike all those blankets I imagined getting and glasses of water I imagined drinking, was real. Please let it be real, I though wistfully.

He pushed open the door of his house with his back and put me gently into a bed- His bed. It smelled like him, and that was unbelievably comforting. He was careful to tuck the blankets back around me snugly. I tried to stop shivering.

"I'd put another blanket on you, but I don't want you to get overheated, you know?"

I nodded. I'd noticed he had been carrying a bag, also, looped around his wrist. "Here" He unloaded a bottle of Advil, a bottle of aspirin, and a bottle of water, a bottle of orange juice, a thermometer, and a paper cup.

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