Author's Note: I'm a big fan of Sarah Dessen. I'm obsessive with her books. So here's my shot at a Wes and Macy fanfic. Hope you guys will like it.

I read and reread the email. I didn't get it, no, maybe just the last bit but that was all.

'Macy, I'll try to stop using my difficult vocabulary so that you will understand since I doubt that you even touched your SAT book. Remember that list we made back when we were packaging for my trip to Brain Camp? You said you would put me first even though I'd secretly put you fifth. You promised me that you would take the library job seriously but in fact I don't think you did. Bethany and Amanda can handle the library fine. That will probably become my first priority when I return. Don't wait for me Macy because I don't think you'll be on my list for a while, you understand that right? With Yale and Harvard, grade 12 is going to be a crucial year. I know you understand. If you want, we could still go to prom together but we'll always be friends.'

He'd really broke up with me, yes, he had. I felt my stomach lurch inside but the water behind my eyes refused to emerge. I had to leave the house, just be away from this nightmare for even just a little while.

I was driving around for countless minutes not knowing where to go. That's when I saw him, standing outside the lot of milton's market. I got out and started towards him. He waved as he spotted me. He gave me that heart-warming smile and sawooon. I felt my heart skip a beat.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I thought that maybe we could grab some waffles." I said happily.

"Well……" he said looking at the crowd of people passing by as they gazed onto his creations. "Sure, why not."

We drove in silence as I didn't know what to say. My heart still ached yet I hid it from him behind a weak smile. I wondered multiple times what he was thinking but he was Wes, you never knew what he thought unless you asked.

"So…….what's on your mind?" he finally asked

"Nothing much, there's just a few things going on."

He raised his eyebrow as he buttered his waffle. "Like what?"

"You know, the usual." I stuffed a piece of hash brown into my mouth.

"Macy! Is that the truth?"

"Does it matter if it's the truth?"

"There is no point in saying anything if it's not because you'll just be hiding something that someone else would eventually know about so why lie now when you can deal with the situation this moment."

He gave me my own answer the night he asked me the definition of the word truth. "Fine," I finally gave in. "Of course it's not the truth. There's just a lot of stuff going on at home. Caroline's going to renovate the beach house but my mom wouldn't let her nonetheless let her be anywhere with 5 miles of that place. I got this email from Jason,"

"Macy!!" I didn't hear him call my name. All I knew was that I needed this time. This time to express my feelings, this time to open the many doors that were locked inside my heart.

"And for some reason my coffee tastes really awful."

"Macy!!" He shouted.

"What?!"

"I think the sugar packs on the table would explain that taste. Anyways, what's up with Jason's mail?"

I waited. I didn't know what I could say at a moment like this. If I told him the truth then he'd probably assume that I was useless and weak but if I didn't, then I would be a liar and I would be giving up everything that we made this summer to be.

Author's Note: That's the end of the chapter. I know it's a bit short but I want to know what you guys think before I move on. Thanks. I wish these books had sequels.