A/N: This is just an idea I came up with in my head, and I always have wondered what happened after To Kill a Mocking Bird. It's one of my favorite books and will always be.
I don't own anything.
Scout's POV
It had been eight years, eight summers that lead to this moment. That summer, I was sixteen years old, and Dill was seventeen. Dill was the only boy that ever gotten to me, and I had knew since I was seven that I would someday marry Charles Baker Harris.
Dill bent his head down and brushed his lips against my check, smirking at me. My breath hitched in my throat, and I a blush rise all the way from my chest to my face. I felt my lips tingle, and I stood on my tiptoes trying to reach Dill. He grew taller than me over the many years.
"Can I kiss you, Scout?" He asked in his deep, husky voice. Everything I've done since I was six had led up to this wonderful, beautiful moment.