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What happens when the characters of The Truth about Forever come together and read the book the day after they meet Macy? For all those Truth about Forever fans who can't find a completed one!
Disclaimer: I do Not own The Truth about Forever or any of its characters they are the property of Sarah Dessen and her publishing company The Penguin Group.
Chapter 1
Wes's POV
The house was quiet, surprisingly; Bert was still knocked out from last night's catering Job, and Delia was in the yard playing with Lucy. I don't know what made me wake up so early, but I went into the kitchen and put on some coffee. I had to admit last night had been a little different, especially with that new girl, Macy I think her name was. She seemed very quiet, but if it weren't for her help, we probably wouldn't have made through the night. I shook the thought from my head; we probably wouldn't be seeing her anytime soon. Delia and Lucy came back inside; Delia was holding a small package.
"Hey Wes, sweetheart I got something here for you," she handed me the package, on top sat a letter. Neither the package nor the letter had return address. I wondered idly if I should be worried. I wanted to smack my hand upside my head, I doubt it's a bomb, we may mess up some catering jobs but I highly doubt that would get us blown up. I open the letter; It had a big "Read First" sign on it.
I know this sounds crazy, but in this package is a book for you, it's very special, and It's about someone one you care about very much. Or at least, will care about very much. Get all of Wish Catering together tonight and read it, may it give you clarity and good luck.
I was stunned and confused. How could a book tell me about someone I care about? More importantly will care about, what does that even mean? I would be fooling myself if I put this down and swore I'll never read it. I'm already interested and I haven't even read the title yet. Well, What the Hell it can't kill me?
"Hey Delia, do you think you could invite Kristy, and Monica or for dinner tonight?"
"Sure, anything special in mind?" she said eyeing me curiously.
"Anything you make will be perfect," I said giving her a kiss on the cheek and moving to my room, "I'll bring the surprise, deal?"
"Sure, hey what was in the package?"
"Just a book, I ordered I'll tell you about it later," I shrugged and opened my bedroom door she knew I wasn't much of a reader, so I would have to hide the package until tonight. Now the only question left is how in the world am I going to get everyone to read it, especially Bert?
"hey," I said, making my way around the table. Kristy was already at her seat with her plate; Monica, Bert, and Delia were still in the kitchen loading up. Since I rarely want big dinners, Delia went all out making Turkey, homemade Macaroni and cheese, sweet potatoes, corn on the comb, and dessing. To an outsider, this was a super early Thanks Giving, to everyone here Delia wanted to know what was wrong with me. I sighed, this isn't going to be easy.
"Hey Wes," Kristy whispered across the table, "you're not going back to Meyers school are you?"
I rolled my eyes, "I already graduated remember, and no, I just have something interesting to share that's all."
Kristy shrugged and started digging back into her food. I could hardly eat, this was the first time I had been nervous ever, and that's something for me. I just had to keep telling myself, this would be fine. When everyone came into the dining room and sat down, I pulled out the package. I saw Delia's eyes widen in surprise, and then shoot straight to my face. I decided I was going to let them eat a little first before I dove in. We everyone was half done with their food I started.
"I know everyone's wondering why I called you for this dinner," My stomach was locked; it was hard to even get the words out.
"You're not going to jail are you," I heard Bert mutter under his breath, I shot him a glare and continued.
"I'm not in any trouble," I figured I would get that out of the way first," I got this book in the mail this morning, but it's not a regular book."
"Did it come from Narnia," Bert snickered.
"Bert enough, "Delia said hitting him upside the head with a fork, I stifled my laugh. "Wes go on and tell us what it's about."
"Well, I don't really know, there was a note, and it said that the book is about someone I cared about, or would care about." It sounded crazier the more I tried to explain.
"That sounds really creepy do, you think it's a stalker or something?" Kristy sound around a moth full of Turkey.
"I don't think so," I said shaking my head, "the letter said to read it with all of you so that why I asked you to come."
Delia nodded her head and looked thoughtfully at the package by my side. After a moment of deliberation I heard her sigh, "Well, It couldn't hurt to read it, if it's a stalker we can give it to the police, and if it's really is a book about someone your going to meet well-" she paused there shaking her head, and then she shrugged.
"Then I guess you can choose whether to meet the person or not," Delia went back to her food.
"It might be someone you already know," Kristi said eyeing the book with a suspicious look in her eyes, "I hope it's not about your good little druggie, Becky."
I rolled my eyes, "Let it go Kristy, and I doubt it's about her anyway, so after dinner are we going to read?" Everyone nodded their heads and agreed. I was thankful they didn't make this hard. I guess because I hardly ever ask for stuff, they felt that must be important to me. Sometimes you luck out when it comes to family. Even one as weird and unconventional as mine.
After dinner was cleared off the table everyone stayed seated at the table.
"Urg, are we really going to sit here and do nothing but read a book?" Bert groaned across the table.
"Yes, Now who want to read first?" Delia said in her sweet but threatening voice.
"Ooh, I didn't know we got to take turns, me first," Kristi said, raising her hand in the air, I snorted of course she would.
"Bettaquit," Monica said from her seat next to Kristi. Sometimes I loved her monotone.
"Sure Kristi you start," I said to make this hurry along; this was going to be a long night.
