Fall (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter 9 'I Know'

Wesley's POV

I was a complete douchebag to Saige the other day. I'm so stupid. I lied to her about the meeting, and basically told her we had no connection anymore after she told me she loved me the night before. Why did I do that? I feel like shit, and I feel even worse that I haven't seen her around in a couple days. I hope she isn't moping around because of me.

"Drew?" I called through the house.

"What?" I got an answer.

"Can you ask Saige and Mari to the beach bonfire tonight? Saige kind of isn't talking to me," I said.

"It's been like three weeks dude. How could you have already set her off?"

"It doesn't take much when it comes to me," I admitted. I always seem to set people off all the time. I guess it's my personality. He agreed to ask them. I hope they say yes. I need to talk to Saige tonight. I need to tell her how I really feel.

I started thinking of how I would talk to her, and what I would even say. I'm sorry? No, Wes, that's too typical. This is going to take some planning.

"They said yes! But Saige doesn't want to stay for long, so if you wanna talk, you better do it quick," Drew told me after awhile. Since the beach was basically our backyard, we started setting up when the sun was going down and people were starting to leave the beach. When it grew dark, Kenny, Kyle, Saige, Mari, Kory, and Elijah, Keaton's friend; not Saige's ex, showed up.

I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off of her, with her long tan legs showing just enough skin from her high waisted denim shorts and coral tank. She looked naturally pretty, with no makeup on. I didn't want to make it obvious that I was trying to get Saige alone, so I didn't jump on her right away.

"I'll be right back. I have to use the restroom," I heard her tell Mari. She left the circle to which everyone was sitting in and went inside. I took this as my chance. I waited a minute, and decided to make my move then. I leisurely walked inside, standing in the kitchen, waiting for Saige to come out of the bathroom. When I heard the door open and footsteps coming my way, my palms started sweating.

"Oh, hey, Wes," she said, taking me by surprise. I gave her a nod and waved a little. She continued her way, and she was almost out the door before I got the courage to call her name.

"Saige! Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Um, yeah, of course. What's up?" She asked, acting like nothing had happened the other day. That's when I knew I screwed up bad, or she's playing hard to get again.

"About the other day, I was being a real dick, and I'm sorry. I just want to talk about it. I was upset, about Elijah and what he did, and just the night in general."

"It was nothing. I promise. You were right. I should be the sorry one," she said. Is she being serious? I just felt my heart break, but I showed no emotion on the outside.

"Right about what?"

"We should talk about this later. They're probably wondering where we are," she cleared her throat.

"Please just talk to me now," I pleaded.

"I'd rather not," she said in a cocky manner, making me question whether she meant it in a seductive or serious way.

"I'm truly sorry, I feel awful," I admitted, and it was the truth.

"Wesley, can I say something?"

"That's why we're here," I said.

"I've been holding this in ever since the first day I saw you here. I like you. I really do. And you know I have since you've liked me. I was too scared to admit it, but I'm not anymore. The other day, after you said what you did, I thought you were over me. I'll always remember that promise we made each other. I know everything isn't perfectly fallen into place yet, but I think it's fate."

I didn't say anything. I grabbed her hand in mine and pulled her closer to me. I guided our bodies into the hallway, out of the sight of the others, and gently pushed her against the wall. I leaned down and stopped at the parting of her lips. She looked right into my eyes before our lips were pressed to each other's.

Somehow, she ended up with her legs wrapped around my waist. We were in a full make out session when we heard the door open. We quickly jumped away from each other.

"Wes?" Keaton called.

"Yeah, bro?"

"We're gonna jam some stuff! Let's go," he said. Thank god he didn't come back here because our hair would give away just what we were doing. We both let out a little giggle.

"I like you too, Saige. I really am sorry."

"I know," she grinned. I couldn't tell if she meant she knew I liked her, or she knew I was sorry. She slipped away from my trap of her and the wall and went back outside. I stood there stunned. I smiled to myself, knowing she feels the same. It's so amazing to know the person you care for feels the same way about you.

I grabbed my guitar from my room and headed back out. They had already started jamming, so I slipped back in my spot and played along. Everyone was singing and laughing and having a good time. I kept taking glances at Saige, but not making it obvious. Every time she caught me looking at her, she'd try to hold back a smile and look away. I know she'd be blushing if I could see her whole face clearly. My life couldn't get more perfect right about now.