First Kiss

Ever since Mack had told me about her feelings for me, I had a lot to think about. It was hard to understand knowing a friend liked you that way.

And it was even worse for Mack. The day she had outed herself, she unintentionally outed to the whole school. So, I wasn't all that surprised when she didn't show up to school the next day.

I was, however, surprised when I was confronted by Brady in Marine Biology class. And he looked furious.

"How could you." He said, crossing his arms, "How could you hurt her like that?"

"It wasn't my fault, okay? She's the one that yelled at me."

"Because of you! You shoved her into a corner because you couldn't leave her alone. Mack is very sensitive about how she feels about you and was never planning to come out until she felt ready. But now, thanks to you, Mack came out the way she never wanted to."

"No, you can't pin this on me Brady."

"Yes, I can! She called me last night in tears, Lela. She doesn't want to see or talk with anyone."

"And yet she talked to you?" I pointed out.

"Because I'm her best friend! She knows I would never hurt her the way you did. The only people who originally knew were me and her Grandfather." He shook his head, "And FYI, she doesn't want anything to do with you."

I bit my lip, already feeling guilty as I watched him walk away.

My senses suddenly alert, I heard the whispers about Mack being gay. Brady was right. This was all my fault.

After school, I decided to ignore Brady's comment and headed to Mack's house. Even if she did hate me now I wanted to apologize.

Hesitating at first, I knocked on the door. Slowly, it creaked open and I was staring into the eyes of Mack.

"Um, hi." I greeted nervously.

"Hey." She crossed her arms and glared at me, "What do you want?"

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. Y'know, for our fight yesterday."

"Okay. Thanks." She slammed the door closed, and I knocked again.

"Mack, open up! We need to talk." I knocked on the door again.

The door opened again, and she held it open for me. Clutching my bag, I walked inside and took a seat on the couch.

"Brady shouted at me today."

The brunette nodded, "Yeah, I figured. He's always been like that."

"I think it's sweet."

"You think he's sweet for shouting at you?" Mack asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I mean that hurt. I think it's sweet how protective he is of you."

"I guess. But it could be annoying sometimes."

We went silent for a while.

"So, what have you been up to?" I inquired, scooting a bit closer to her.

"Besides shutting myself from the world? I've been watching old movies and working on some of my songs. There's one I really like, but Brady makes fun of it."

"Well that's not very nice, is it?"

"No, no, no. He's just teasing me because it is so different from my usual genres of music."

"What is it?"

She ducked her head, "It's a love song."

"The one I heard you singing the other day?"

Mack nodded.

"Well, can I hear it?"

She shook her head.

"Oh, come on."

"No. It's way too cheesy, plus it's not even finished."

"I don't care. Come on, I want to hear it!" I whined, grabbing her arm and leaning my head on her shoulder.

"Fine. I'll grab my guitar."

Squealing, I waited on the couch until she came back down holding her guitar and some sheet music.

Taking a deep breath, she began to sing.

"And now I'm falling for ya, falling for ya. I know I shouldn't but I I can't stop myself from falling for ya, can't hold on any longer and now I'm falling for you."

Smiling, I walked behind her and observed the sheet music.

"Now we're goin' steady, she's the cat's meow." Mack continued.

"Meow, meow." I sang along.

"She says I'm a betty and we paint the town."

"Ooh, ooh." I sang along.

She smiled up at me, leaned in, and kissed me. My eyes widened in surprise, and she immediately pulled away.

"I'm sorry." Mack apologized, setting her guitar down and running upstairs.

"Mack!" I shouted, running after her. When I found her, she had buried herself under the covers and was crying into her pillow.

I sat down next to her, "I liked the song."

"Thanks." The brunette said, "It was about you."

I nodded, "I know. But I still loved it."

"I'm sorry I kissed you."

I shook my head, "No need." I adjusted my position, so I was laying down next to her. I leaned in and kissed her, though not for long. When I pulled away, she was staring at me.

"I wanted to kiss you."

"Then why didn't you?"

"I guess I was just surprised, I guess. 'Cause it was so sudden, y'know?"

Mack nodded, "I'm sorry."

"I already told you it's okay."

"No, not about that. I'm saying sorry for shouting at you, that wasn't cool. So I'm sorry about that."

"It's alright." I assured, "I was the one who pushed you into it."

"Yeah, you were." Mack answered.

"What? This is the part where you say I was wrong and then you kiss me again."

She sat up, "Yeah, that's not going to happen." She chuckled.

"What?"

Mack shrugged, "You don't get that from me today."

I raised an eyebrow, "Not today? So, maybe tomorrow?"

"No. Because I don't go around kissing people who aren't in a relationship with me."

"But didn't we just do that? You know, twice?"

Mack shook her head, "Didn't count. If you want to kiss me again, you have to ask me out."

"Okay, Mckenzie Fox-"

"Don't use my full name. That's weird."

I rolled my eyes, "Fine. Mack, will you be my girlfriend?"

"I'll think about it." She teased, getting out of bed and walking downstairs. I followed her down.

I grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her close, slipping my left hand around her waist.

"I'm not leaving here until you say yes."

"Good. 'Cause I don't want you to leave." Smiling as bright as the sun, Mack leaned in and kissed me, our foreheads touching.

"So, is that a yes?"