After they arrived home that night, Lucy hoped he would say something, or that she would suddenly develop the guts to say something herself. She shook Amy awake, and Wyatt walked them to the front door. Amy gave Wyatt a grateful hug before heading inside the house, leaving Lucy and Wyatt alone on the porch, both wanting to say everything, yet saying nothing.

"Hey, um," Lucy began, rocking onto her heels "We have our first track meet on Tuesday. A real small one. Just a few schools from right around here. Would you want to come?"

A large smile spread across Wyatt's face as he nodded, "I would love to. It'd be interesting to see you do something else other than teach."

She laughed at his playful jab. "I do have many more skills than just teaching, you know."

"Like singing?" he asked. He nearly burst out laughing when her eyes nearly doubled in size.

She stumbled for some kind of words."Wha- uh... what?"

"Singing," he laughed, nudging her arm. "I heard you on the way to San Francisco; it was amazing."

"Oh, um, yeah…" she stuttered. "It's just… uh…"

"Hey," he stopped her stammering. "You don't have to talk about it if it's something you wanted to keep to yourself. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

She shook her head, "Um, no it's not that. It's just… I've always loved to sing, but it's caused tension between my mom and I. For some reason she's worried I'm going to abandon my history career to go be a singer or join a band or something, so it's just been a tense topic." She wouldn't meet his gaze, but he was still struck be her beauty even after a whole day of being out on the beach. Her hair was wind-blown, her cheeks were tinged pink by the sun, make-up was slightly smeared under her golden eyes. He couldn't grasp how he had been so lucky to steal so much of her time.

"Do you want to abandon your history career to go be a singer or join a band?" he inquired.

"Sometimes I feel like I do," she admitted. "But then I'm drug back to reality. And I love history, I really do." Of that Wyatt had no doubt. "It would just be too crazy to chase a dream that wouldn't come true."

"I recall a time when I told you how everyone thought my Delta Force dream was crazy," he smirked. "And you told me how you didn't think it was crazy, but ambitious and brave. You're both of those things and so much more, Lucy. If that's what you want…" he paused like he was choosing his next words very carefully. "Then go for it." When the words slipped from his mouth, neither of them had their thoughts on music or history or Delta Force but just on each other. She felt her heart speed up at the sight of him glancing at her lips. Go for it, Lucy thought. She knew she could do it. She felt a surge of courage sweep through her, and as soon as she pressed forward on her toes to reach his lips-

"Lucy!" Amy called from the other side of the door, stopping her movement. "Are you done out there yet?" Oh, is Amy going to get it later, Lucy thought.

"Yep," she sighed. She lost all her nerve. There will be time for this later, she told herself. She saw a flash of disappointment cross his face when he recognized the end of their night.

"Monday?" he huffed.

"Monday," she agreed.

A/N: Darn it, Amy. So this chapter is kind of filler. Kind of not. It covers, or at least begins to cover, some important stuff. Plus I wanted to get this out to y'all ASAP. The next chapter should be posted before Hollywoodland (AAAHHHHHHHH!) premieres on sunday! And when I get my Archive of Our Own account in a couple days, I'll begin posting this story there as well if that is your preferred platform, so please leave good responses there too! Y'all are fantastic human beings and I'm so appreciative of the support you've given this story. Please continue reviewing so I know y'all are still into this!