“Macon I don’t know what you want from me, but you’ve already messed up everything so take it.” Macy sighed as she walked back toward them.

“What are you talking about Macy?” Macon asked innocently.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about! I’m talking about you and…Shane…torturing…me. And then now you coming back and saying you love me! I can’t believe anything you say!â€? Macy yelled.

Derrick interrupted quietly, “Macy, who do you love?â€? He was looking at his shoes as she glanced at him. Derrick finally felt her eyes on him and he gazed at her face.

“Well?â€? Macon asked. He walked over to stand in Derrick’s way. He grabbed her face, holding her chin gently between his big hands. “Who?â€? And then, he kissed her.

At first Macy pulled back, afraid about Derrick, but soon after she gave in. Macon’s lips were soft and enjoyable and she liked them. She opened her eyes as he kissed her and Macon was everywhere. In every place, she saw him. And not Derrick.
But what does that mean about love?