Shifting: A JONAS tag fanfiction

Okay. So because I love writing random oneshots every three seconds, I’m writing this. It’s a tag to Chasing the Dream. I’m really only taking one scene and expanding on it.

Hope you like it.

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“But what if I’m not good enough?” She asked, worry playing across her features. Kevin scoffed inwardly. As if she’d ever be bad at anything.

“Don’t sweat it,” he said, smiling at her, “we’ll meet tomorrow and I’ll give you a couple pointers before we record.” Macy squealed and nothing could’ve prepared him for what happened next.

“Thank you, thank you!” She screamed, flying into his arms and knocking him into the floor. Kevin grunted, hitting the floor at high speed. Now he understood why she played football. She was wonderful at tackling.

“Oh,” she said, looking down at him with concern on her face, “I’m sorry…” she trailed off and Kevin swallowed. He could feel her breath hitting his face and her hair brushed against his cheek.

“No…” he said, a little dazed, “it’s okay.” He stared at her, heart pounding. She shifted on top of him slightly, putting her hands on his chest so she could push herself up slightly. He swallowed. Her movement was making this position a little…

“Kev…” she said, shifting again.

“Y-yeah?” He asked, his voice a little high pitched. If she moved one more time he was going to lose it.

“Can you let go of me?” She asked.

“Huh?” He asked, noticing for the first time that his arms were fastened tightly around her waist. “Oh!” He said, releasing her, “oh, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” Macy said, smirking at him and trying to push herself up off the floor. A second later she slipped and fell back down on top of him.

“I am so sorry!” She said, freaking out, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m…” she trailed off, eyes locking with his. Kevin swore his heart skipped a beat.

“It’s okay,” he responded in a whisper. Even though it wasn’t really okay. It was less than okay. He didn’t think he could take much more of her moving.

“I’m just gonna…” she trailed off, and he frowned. He didn’t want her to go, but he didn’t want her to keep shifting nervously either. Not to mention, people were starting to give them some pretty crazy looks.

Macy shifted again and Kevin tilted his head back, wincing when he cracked it against the floor.

“Are you okay?” She asked, more shifting.

“God, Macy,” Kevin said, “if you’re not gonna get up, can you at least stop moving around?” Macy swallowed and bit her lip.

“Am I hurting you?” She whispered. Kevin wondered why that sounded more seductive than he thought she meant it to sound.

“Something like that,” he responded. It would hurt if she kept moving and his tight pants got even tighter. So it was kind of like she was hurting him.

“I don’t know if I can get up…” she said, trying to hold still. She failed, shifting again. Kevin gasped, cracking his head against the floor again. God, he wished she’d stop. It was so distracting and he took a deep breath, trying to get his mind to wander elsewhere. He didn’t want to focus on the girl pressed against him.

“Try rolling off?” He suggested. Anything to get her off of him. This position was so uncomfortable. He might have to get Stella to loosen his pants a little. Especially if he was going to have more run-ins with Macy like this one.

“Okay,” she said, starting to roll to the side, only to be stopped by a crowd of students walking passed. “Oh god. I almost got trampled,” she said, rolling back on top of him. Kevin groaned. Did God hate him? Was that it? Is that why a very cute, athletic brunette with a football helmet on was currently laying on top of him? She shifted again.

“Macy!” He said, head hitting the floor again. She was going to end up giving him a concussion. He already couldn’t think right…now she wants to move all around and…straddle his waist?

“Sorry about this,” she said, straddling his waist, practically sitting on his stomach, “I’m gonna just stand up now.” Kevin didn’t say anything, he was too busy trying not to think,oh god she’s straddling my waist…over and over. By the way, it wasn’t working. Macy lingered for a few seconds longer. He wished she’d stand up. Oh god he wished she’d stand up. There were people around them. He had a reputation. And there was a girl straddling his waist in the middle of a school hallway. That just screamed scandal. He could see the camera phones whipping out now.

Almost sensing his aggravation, she struggled to her feet and Kevin looked up at her.Finally.

“It was nice laying here on the floor with you, Kev,” Macy said.

“Yeah,” he responded, sitting up and grabbing what she had previously knocked from his hands to the floor. It was real nice. He scrambled to his feet, and looked up and down the hall frantically. Why did this kind of stuff always happen to him?

“Well…” she said, flashing him a nervous smile, “thanks. See you tomorrow.” Kevin groaned inwardly. Tomorrow? He hoped she didn’t jump on him again tomorrow.

“Cool,” he said, voice breaking. She made him nervous and awkward and tingly…and…he swallowed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

END &&

Ugggh. I hate how this turned out. Trying to find a literary magazine to publish my short stories. Suggestions?


Three Seconds: A JONAS drabble fanfiction

My sister (Moon Bound Fantasies) is making me write this. If I get 100 reviews, I have to make it a chapter fic instead of a drabble. I don’t want to do that because this idea seems incredibly strange to begin with. So…yeah.

Three Seconds



Macy Misa sat on her bathroom floor, staring at the clear result on her pregnancy test. She swallowed and pulled out her cell phone, hitting a number on her speed dial and placing the phone against her ear.

“Macy?” Her best friend, Stella Malone asked. Macy sniffled.

“Stella…” She whimpered, dropping her test on the floor and wiping her eyes. She heard her best friend shift on the other line nervously.

“Mace, are you okay?” She asked, “do you need me to come over?”

“No,” Macy sniffled, “I’m not okay. I have to tell you something.”

“Do you want me to come over?” Macy whimpered shrilly.

“It’d be easier to tell you over the phone.” Macy heard Stella shift again.

“Mace…” her best friend said, her voice sounding dangerous, “what’d you do? If you messed up those red pumps, I swear to—” Macy cut her off, “It’s not about the pumps. It’s worse.”

“What could possibly be worse than ruining my red pu—”Macy cut her best friend off again, “Your boyfriend got me pregnant!” She sobbed into the receiver.

Joe did what?” Stella asked. Macy blanched.

“Wait…you’re dating Joe?” Macy practically screamed.

“You’re pregnant?” Stella shouted back.

“When were you going to tell me you were dating Joe freaking Lucas?” Macy said, her voice shrill.

“Oh, I don’t know, Mace,” Stella said, “about the same time you were going to tell me my boyfriend got you pregnant.” Stella sounded pissed now and Macy winced.

“It wasn’t Joe,” Macy said, hearing Stella sigh with relief. Was there really any doubt in her mind that it wasn’t him? Joe would never do something like that.

“Then who was it?” Stella asked, overlooking the fact that Macy, her best friend, had slept with a guy she had been previously dating…while she had been dating him. Macy mumbled something unintelligible.

“I’m sorry, what?” Stella asked. Macy mumbled something again. Stella growled in frustration. “Macy Misa! If you don’t tell me who got you—”Macy interjected, “It was Van Dyke, okay!” She shrieked into the phone. Stella gasped.

“Van Dyke Taush?” Stella asked. Macy rolled her eyes. As if there was another guy with that stupid of a name that went to her school.

“As if there’s another guy named Van Dyke that goes to our school,” Macy said.

“There is actually,” Stella responded, “There’s Van Dyke Moore and Van Dyke West and Van Dyke…” Stella trailed off. What was wrong with the people around here? Didn’t they know naming their son Van Dyke was like, social suicide? Though it didn’t seem to harm Van Dyke Taush…

“How’d this even happen?” Stella asked, “I thought you were smarter than that.”

“Apparently I’m not,” Macy responded, staring down at the positive pregnancy test. “Besides, it wasn’t like I wanted to.”

“Oh my god,” Stella said, “Did he force himself on you, Macy!”

“No, Stella,” she said, “it wasn’t anything like that. It just kind of happened too fast for me to even realize what was happening.”

“You didn’t realize what was happening when he was undressing you?” Stella asked, a bit skeptical. Macy blushed.

“It didn’t really happen like that.”

“How do you have sex with your clothes still on?”

“There are ways,” Macy responded, thinking of how he shoved her against her gym locker, kissing her roughly. She didn’t know why she even let him. She knew he and Stella were together. She guessed she just liked the attention. It wasn’t like she was getting any attention from the guy she really had feelings for. Seeing as how now he too was dating her best friend.

“Well…” Stella trailed off, “Was he any good?” Macy sighed, shifting so she was laying her back against the cold linoleum floor and staring up at her ceiling.

“Your first time is never good,” Macy responded, “especially when he only lasts like three seconds.” Stella giggled on the other line.

“Big bad jock, Van Dyke can only last three seconds?” She asked, more giggles.

“What are you talking about, Stella?” Macy heard someone ask in the background.

“Nothing, Joseph,” Stella responded, “Gotta go, Mace.” Then the line went dead. Macy sat there, stunned. Had Joe heard that whole conversation? She sighed, rolling over against her stomach on the floor and closing her eyes. She tossed her phone against the floor and felt the familiar sting of tears.

How could she be so stupid?

END &&

Yeah. I hate it. I just wanted to get the idea out. Review if you like it. Flame if ya don’t. I expect some flames now y’hear?

Unfaithful: Chapter 3 (There is no epilogue)

Favorite shirt


Kevin didn’t know what he had just witnessed. Well, it wasn’t that he didn’t know, it was more like he didn’t want to believe what he had just witnessed. He had always trusted his younger brother to do the right thing and make the right choices. Sure, there had always been rumors, but it never crossed his mind that there would be truth to them. It never occurred to him that his brother was blatantly disregarding a pledge he had taken; a promise he had made.

Now, Kevin wasn’t sure if he could ever respect his brother again. He didn’t know what would’ve possessed him to do something like that. And what was worse was the fact that he hadn’t been with—

STELLA!” Macy protested from downstairs, trying to pull free from her best friend’s grip. She didn’t understand why it was such a big deal that she was wearing Joe’s clothes. Okay, so she did understand what a big deal that was, but she couldn’t understand why Stella was making such a big deal out of it. Sure, he was her boyfriend and all, but it wasn’t like Macy hadn’t stolen clothes from the Lucas brothers before.

“Stop struggling, Macy,” Stella growled, “you’re the one who decided you were going to—” Macy growled in frustration, trying to tug her wrist free from Stella’s—pretty much—iron grasp. She was certain now that she was going to have a nice bruise in the shape of Stella’s fingers. Not to mention a hickey in the shape of Joe’s lips. Not that it’d actually look like Joe’s lips, but there would be a hickey. She could feel it forming now.

“Let me go!” Macy shrieked, pulling even harder. Stella pulled her father into the firehouse, her grip not even budging an inch. She wondered when Stella had gotten so strong. It wasn’t like Macy was weak, she was an athlete, for crying out loud. But, Stella did have to put up with three rowdy boys. The same boys that were descending the stairs right now.

“What’s going on down here?” Nick asked, jumping over the last few steps to stare at where Macy and Stella stood in the living room. Macy continued to struggle. If his brothers realized what she was wearing it was going to be obvious. She was surprised it wasn’t obvious to Stella. Maybe she was in denial.

“Macy here decided it would be—”Macy continued to struggle, debating on biting Stella’s arm to see if she’d finally let her go—”a good idea to—”Stella grunted, almost losing her grip—”Macy! Quit struggling!”

“Are those Joe’s clothes?” Nick asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at Macy before turning around to look at his older brother. Joe avoided his gaze, trying to focus on Macy and Stella in the center of the living room.

“Joe?” Kevin asked, moving farther into the room when he noticed how awkward things were getting for his younger brother. Joe tore his gaze from Macy slowly, turning to look at the oldest of the three brothers.

“Yeah, Kev?” Joe asked, swallowing when he noticed there was some kind of broken sadness in his oldest brother’s eyes. He wondered what had hurt him bad enough to make it overshadow the soft smile he had on his face.

“I think Macy is wearing your clothes,” he said, in a matter-of-fact tone. He motioned towards the girl who had now stopped struggling and was looking at the scene that was unfolding. Joe turned back to her slowly, he didn’t know how to answer that. He knew those were his clothes. He was the one who had given them to her. But, he didn’t think she’d get caught in them by Stella.

“I’m sorry I took them,” Macy said, meeting Joe’s eyes and trying to get him to play along, “I guess I haven’t outgrown my obsessive phase just yet.”

Joe sighed and chewed on his lip. He looked like the cat that ate the canary. If he would just play along they would be home free, but with him looking so guilty…

“It’s okay, Mace,” Joe said, “I didn’t really like those clothes anyway.” He shot her a smile and she swallowed.

“Joe,” Nick said, “that’s your favorite shirt…” he motioned to the shirt Macy was wearing and everyone in the room looked over at her.

“No, Nick,” Joe said, voice cracking a bit with nerves, “I changed my mind. That one isn’t my favorite anymore.”

Macy swallowed again. She was wearing Joe’s favorite shirt? Why did that make her more excited than it probably should’ve? What was so exciting about the idea of Joe letting her wear something he cherished? It was Joe and not Kevin.

She glanced up, looking around the room and trying to locate the Lucas brother that she was dating. She found him still lingering by the stairs and looking at her with sad eyes. She wondered what made him so sad, but now was certainly not the time to ask. She tilted her head to the side, watching as he crossed his arms awkwardly.

“But that’s been your favorite shirt for forever,” Nick argued, “you can’t change your mind that quickly. I know you, Joe.” Joe just shrugged.

“It wasn’t a quick change. It’s been going on for awhile.”

Macy turned her attention back to the conversation. Something had changed in the conversation. It was like they weren’t even talking about the shirt anymore. It was like they were talking about something completely different.

“How long is awhile?” Nick asked, “how long has this…shirt not been your favorite one?” Joe spared a glance at Macy and then one at Stella.

“Not long,” he said, “but I guess I spent most of my life really liking that shirt, but once I found a new one, a different one, a better one…I realized that I didn’t like that shirt as much as I thought I did. I realized that there was another shirt. One that fit me better.” He looked at her for a split second when he said that, a soft smile appearing on his face.

Nick looked over at her too, a frown forming on his usually expressionless lips.

“But what about your favorite pants?” Nick continued, looking back at his brother, “your new favorite shirt doesn’t match your pants. They go with another pair of pants.”

Macy looked over at Stella for help, but she was looking quite confused herself.

“Wait…” Stella said, “how do you know his new favorite shirt doesn’t match his favorite pants? You haven’t even seen it…” Nick and Joe ignored her.

“My favorite pants should be able to understand. They should understand that I really love this new shirt, and I really need this new shirt.”

“Your favorite pants don’t understand,” Kevin butted in, moving farther into the room and jumping into the conversation.

Both brothers looked at him in shock.

“Your favorite pants think you should stay with your old favorite shirt. They match better. It’s not about how they fit you, but how they match your pants. Besides, your new favorite shirt is my shirt and I’m not giving it to you.”

“What’s going on?” Macy asked, walking closer to the boys.

The three of them stared at her and then at Stella who looked equally as confused as Macy did.

“How did Joe come to like a shirt that’s Kevin’s?” Stella asked, “You two aren’t even the same size. Everything I make for you is a custom fit.”

“That’s a good question, Stella,” Kevin said, “one I’m sure Joe would like to answer.”

Joe looked terrified and at that moment it all fell into place for Macy.

They weren’t talking about clothes at all. They were talking about her and Stella. She was Kevin’s shirt, the one Joe loved, but…oh wow. This was confusing, even when you knew which shirt was which.

“Joe?” Stella asked. Joe swallowed.

“Stella…” Joe said, “You know I love you…” he trailed off, and in that second, everything fell into place for Stella as well.

“Are you…breaking up with me?” She asked, her voice strained. Joe looked down at his shoes, chewing on his bottom lip.

“I don’t know how else to do this,” Joe said, “I have feelings for someone else…and it isn’t fair to you.”

“Who is she?” Stella asked, tears rolling down her cheeks, “how long have you—”

“Stella,” Macy said softly, cutting her best friend off. Stella stopped talking and turned to look at where her best friend was standing, tears forming in her eyes too. Macy sighed, looking away from Stella and at Joe and then at Kevin.

“Macy?” Stella whispered, turning back to Joe, “it’s Macy?” Joe swallowed and nodded. Kevin took a deep breath in through his nose.

“I knew it,” Nick muttered before continuing, louder, “ever since that night when I came home and you two were upstairs watching TV and cuddling in one of the chairs. You told me you were waiting for Kevin and Stella, but…” Nick stopped there, shaking his head in disappointment.

“How long has this been going on?” Stella asked, more tears falling.

“About a month,” Macy responded, “it’s still really new.” Stella shook her head, a sob escaping her lips.

“Why?” She asked, “was I not enough for you, Joe? Why Macy? Why cheat on me with my best friend?” Joe shook his head.

“I don’t know,” he responded. It was a lie. He liked the way Macy responded to his advances. She gave him what he wanted, whereas Stella held out. She stopped him too soon. Macy never said no. It was lust. Or it was at first, but now he had real feelings for her. He wanted to be able to give her a choice, he wanted her to be able to tell him no. It was strange how it all happened. Maybe he was meant to be with Macy after all.

“I didn’t tell him no,” Macy responded, “it was purely a physical relationship.” Kevin and Stella looked over at her, eyes questioning. Macy continued, “I could give him things you wouldn’t,” she said, looking directly at Stella, “and he gave me the things I craved from you,” she said, changing her gaze and looking directly at Kevin. “I’m sorry you two had to get hurt like this.”

“No,” Joe said, “It may have started out as physical,” he looked at Macy, brown eyes locking with hers, “but I really fell for you.” Macy laughed and shook her head.

“Joe,” Macy said, “I get it. Stella is the girl of your dreams, I’m just the girl you wanted to use and throw away.”

Joe wanted to scream. He wanted to tell her she was wrong, but he didn’t know how. She had everything set in her mind as how it was supposed to be. He wasn’t going to be able to change that.

“Macy,” Joe said, “please…” It was all he could think of to say. He wanted her to believe him, but…

“It’s okay, Joe,” Macy said, looking at Kevin, “I guess this is good-bye, I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Kevin didn’t say anything, he couldn’t think of anything to say.

“I’ll send the clothes back after I wash them,” she said, smiling and turning around to leave. No one stopped her; the room remained in a stunned silence as she slipped through the front door and out of their lives.

END &&

Okay, don’t hate me for the ending. There’s an epilogue coming. I’m sorry this chapter sucked. I worked on it for a really long time. So I wish it could’ve been better, but this was the idea that came out. But seriously, it’s not the end. I’ll answer the questions about the whole “what about school” and stuff. I swear. Just hang in there and please don’t hate me.

Unfaithful: Chapter 2 (CW: Cheating)

So this story is totally addicting. I know, I’m so arrogant. Homfg. Anyways, before I start let me just say like two things.

First, for step by step updates on my awesome life follow me on twitter at imbrication! Please D:? and forgive me if this is a little weird.

I’m so pushing for a shower scene.

Chapter Two
Back In


Macy wasn’t sure why she couldn’t just be happy with Kevin. He was sweet, caring, and the best boyfriend she could ever ask for. But he was also against many of the things she craved. His younger brother, however, would give her anything she wanted. He would quench her thirst for certain sensations.

“Kevin?” She called into the boy’s bedroom at the Lucas’ house. The eldest Lucas brother had texted her ten minutes prior, asking her to come over. However, she had yet to find him. In fact, she had yet to find anyone other than Sandy, the boys’ mother who had let her in. But she doubted their mother even really saw her, she had been on the phone, talking rapidly while flipping through a cookbook and a magazine.

She called his name again, pushing open the door to the bathroom that the boys shared.

The door had been left slightly ajar, but even so, she still found herself closing her eyes as she made her way into the room. She felt the moist sensation of steam hitting her face and she opened her eyes, confused.

“Kevin?” She asked, walking father into the bathroom, wondering how the room had accumulated so much steam when the door had been left open slightly. She walked past their roomy cabinets, the mirror, and the sink before stopping to stand between the large bathtub and the shower.

“Kev—ACK,” she said, someone grabbing her arm and yanking her into the shower. The shower that was running with very warm water. She shrieked, moving against the wall and trying not to get wet. Near her, someone laughed.

“So not funny,” she whined, reaching to open the shower door so she could escape. She didn’t even care to look at who it was, she was too preoccupied with escaping.

“Mace,” the voice said, reaching out and grabbing her hand, stopping her from making her way out. She looked up then, her eyes locking with—of course—Joe Lucas. He had an amused smile on his lips, eyes dancing with laugher.

Macy swallowed. Her eyes roaming over her bare chest, willing herself not to look any lower. But, really, it was too late, her curious gaze was already moving along the contours of his stomach and to the top of his…swim trunks?

“Do you always where swim trunks when you shower?” Macy asked, looking up at him with an amused look on her face.

“Do you always check me out when I’m wearing swim trunks in the shower?”

“This is the first time I’ve been in a shower with you,” she responded, moving a little closer to him before remembering she was here to see Kevin and not Joe. “Where’s your brother?” She asked.

“What brother?” He responded, tracing his fingertips along her arm. She shivered.

“The brother I’m dating,” she responded, “he texted me and told me to—” He cut her off, leaning forward to whisper, seductively in her ear, “We really should get you out of those wet clothes.” She swallowed, shivering again.

“But…Kevin…” she tried to protest. Joe chuckled, ending her sentence for her, “isn’t here.” He reached for the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head. She made no move to stop him.

“Where?” She asked, watching as he tossed her shirt over the door to the shower. He grabbed the bottom of the cami she had on underneath her shirt, removing that before he answered.

“He’s taking Frankie for ice cream,” Joe responded, “they should be gone for quite awhile.” He tossed her cami over the door and started to unzip her skirt.

“But he texted me…” she trailed off, feeling him slide her skirt down her legs. She stepped out of it, accustomed to being in this sort of situation with Joe. She shower was new, but the lack of clothing was not.

“Correction,” Joe said, tossing her skirt and he shoes over the shower door, “I texted you from Kevin’s phone.” Macy stared at him for a long moment.

“Joe,” Macy said, “that was incredibly, stupid. What if he reads it?” Joe shook his head.

“I deleted it,” Joe said, “I know how to sneak around.” Macy stared at him questioningly.

“You’ve done this before?” She asked, head tilted to the side, eyebrows raised. Joe shook his head.

“Not what I meant,” he responded, tracing the strap of her bra from her shoulder all the way to the top of her breast. She swallowed. She wanted to ask him what else he could’ve meant by that…but right now her mind didn’t see to know how to form words.

“Macy,” he whispered her name in a soft warning, reaching up and tugging her hair tie out of her hair, and pressing her against the wet wall of she shower with such force that it knocked the air out of her lungs. Joe was always rough and a little unconventional.

She gasped his name, his hand slipping between her legs, drawing circles against her thigh with his finger. She whimpered and moaned, arching her back into him and parting her legs farther to give him more access.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, pressing his lips against her neck roughly. She gasped when he nipped at her flesh. He was being so forceful tonight, so seductive.

“J-joe,” she breathed, pressing her palms against his back and resisting the urge to dig her nails into him. He took a small bit of the skin from her neck into his mouth, sucking gently. If only Kevin would touch her like this she wouldn’t be in this situation. She wouldn’t have to betray her best friend and her boyfriend. She wouldn’t crave this attention from him.

He moved his hand higher, tracing his finger along the line of her panties. She swallowed, nails digging into his back. He hissed, moving his hand up, fingertips tracing over her stomach, upwards to her neck.

She wondered how far he would go tonight when he traced his fingers along her bra, moving both his hands from their previous positions to rest on the clasps holding the article of clothing against her skin. He unclasped the first one and Macy took a deep breath. The air around them was moist, the water spraying against her skin. It felt nice, almost as nice as the feeling of his stomach pressed against her and his fingers undoing the second clasp.

There was one left, she realized. His fingers lingered on that one for a long moment. It was as if he were asking her if she was sure. She didn’t think he had to ask permission. They were both in a situation where they were using the other to satisfy whatever need their current, incredibly devoted, significant others could not satisfy. She was in no position to deny him.

He undid the last clasp, moving himself closer to her as he slid his hands up her back, pushing the straps of her bra off. She held back a whimper, feeling the fabric slide over her skin, shortly followed by his fingers. He was going slow, teasing her. She found that she liked it when he did that.

“Joe?” Someone asked, entering the bathroom, the two of them pulled apart, Macy clutching her bra to her body and praying silently that no one saw her clothing scattered all over the floor.

“In the shower here, Kev,” Joe said, “Invasion of privacy much?” Macy’s stomach churned, her heart racing.

Please don’t let Kevin see my clothes, please don’t let Kevin see my clothes, she thought, trying to stay as quiet as she could with Kevin still standing in the room.

For a few very long moments, Kevin remained in the bathroom with them. He didn’t come any farther into the room, instead, he lingered close to the doorway.

“Oh,” he said after awhile and that was basically all he said, turning around and leaving the room. He shut the door behind him and Macy let loose a sigh of relief. Joe looked at her and he sighed too, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Oh god,” she said, her heart still racing, “oh god.” Joe wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, burying his face in her neck.

“Calm down, Macy,” he whispered, “at least we didn’t get caught.” Macy swallowed hard.

“Yeah,” she said, “but how the hell am I supposed to get out of here?” Joe pulled away, looking down at her thoughtfully.

“I think I might have an idea.”


“Joe,” Macy said, her voice dangerous, “there is no way I’m going through that window with a harness on and in soaking wet clothes.” Joe chuckled, watching as she shivered in her wet clothes, rubbing her hands over her arms in a vain attempt to get warm.

“You could always go down naked.” Macy blushed and slapped his arm.

“I’m not doing that either!” Joe rolled his eyes and walked over to the counter, picking up the clothes he had set out for himself and walking back to her.

“Wear these,” he responded, pushing an old t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts into her chest. She stared at him questioningly.

“You’re going to leave the bathroom in swim trunks?” She asked and Joe laughed at her.

“Macy,” he said, a smile curling across his lips, “I live upstairs with my brothers. I can leave the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist. Sure, they’re probably gonna make some “put some clothes on” cracks, but I’ll be fine. You, on the other hand, have to go out that window. And soon.” Macy sighed.

“Why do you have a harness in the bathroom anyway?” She asked, looking back over at it.

“For the same reason we live in a firehouse,” Joe responded.

“Well, why’s that?”

“Not sure,” he responded, “now, take those wet clothes off and get out the window. Stop stalling.” Macy scoffed.

“I though you wanted me here, Joe,” Macy said, trying her hand at being seductive as she made her way towards him, using her fingers to climb his chest up toward his shoulder. He smirked and grabbed her hand.

“I do,” he whispered, using the hand that he had placed over hers to trace over her arm, over her shoulder and neck so that he could caress her face, “but Stella is going to be here soon…” he trailed off and Macy growled somewhere deep in her throat.

Stella, she thought, teeth grinding. The girl was her best friend, but lately she seemed to be ruining everything. Macy swallowed, chewing her lip. Where’d that thought come from? She was the one ruining everything. Stella wasn’t cheating on Joe with Macy’s boyfriend.

“Whatever,” Macy said, stripping her wet clothing off quickly and throwing Joe’s pajamas over her head. Joe watched her, but she was going too fast for him to enjoy it.

“You look good in my clothes,” he said. Macy frowned and rolled her eyes.

“Strap me in,” She commanded as she went and stood by the harness he would lower her from the window with.

“Yes, ma’am,” Joe responded, a smirk on his lips. Macy ignored how cute that smirk was, she was still a little miffed about being cut short because of Stella. Again, she wondered why she was so upset. Stella wasn’t doing anything wrong.


Macy’s feet hit the pavement with a soft, thud. Joe stuck his head out the window and looked down at her. She gave him a thumbs up, unhooking herself from the harness and making her way out of the alley.

“Macy?” She heard someone ask just as she had made it out. She turned quickly, going into a tae kwon doe stance. She hoped it wasn’t some crazy rapist or ax murderer.

“Uh…Stella…” She said. This was muchworse than either of her previous assumptions.

“What are you doing here?” Stella asked, walking closer to her friend. Crap. Crap. Shit. Oh god.Macy thought, smiling nervously and trying to back up into the alley without looking too suspicious.

“I was…uh…” Macy said, “I was just taking a—”Stella cut her off, “Are those Joe’s clothes?” She asked. Macy blanched.

“No,” she said, laughing nervously, “why would I be wearing Joe’s clothing…honestly, Stella.” Another nervous laugh.

“Those are his clothes…” Stella said, eyeing her best friend suspiciously.

“It’s not what you think…” She said defensively, “I…I…” she trailed off.

“I knew you were still obsessed with JONAS,” Stella said.

“What?” Macy asked before realizing that this was an easy out, “oh crap. You caught me, Stella.” Stella crossed her arms.

“Stealing clothes, Macy?” Stella asked, “really?” Macy squeaked and nodded.

“Yeah,” she said, “I couldn’t help myself…” she trailed off, giving Stella an “I feel so bad and so apologetic” look. Stella sighed and reached out, grabbing her best friend’s arm.

“Does Joe know that you took—wait…why are you wet?” Macy’s eyes went wide. She opened her mouth to reply, only to close it again.

“Uh…well…you just missed it, Stell,” she began, “freak rain. You know how it is around here sometimes…” Stella stared at her for a long time, eyes narrowing.

“Whatever,” she said, “you’re coming with me to return those clothes. Your obsession is so weird. I really thought you got over that when you started dating Kevin…honestly, Macy…” Stella continued to scold her, but Macy wasn’t worried about it anymore. She sighed.

Just when she had finally gotten out, Stella had to pull her back in.

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Uuuuh. I think everyone is a little OOC, but I guess that’s the point of this whole story. I tried to write it as OC as I could. Read and Review! I love getting feedback!

Unfaithful: A JONAS fanfiction

I really need to update Just Like Kevin and Even Better. Even Better has been on my mind a lot lately and I’ve been dying to write the next chapter, but like…I keep getting sidetracked thankstocayceandlaxmiandmandycoughcoughcough. Another story! This time it’s a Joella and a Kacy. And yeah, it’s preeettyyy steaaamy. So…prepare to blush.

Dedicated to: Faerietaleredux, who is the greatest AU writer ever and she gives the most perfect reviews!

Chapter One
What he Forgot


He didn’t know when he decided that Stella wasn’t enough for him. Sure, she was beautiful, amazing, talented, and a great kisser, but now he found himself in a strange position. Well, the position wasn’t exactly strange, not anymore anyhow. Now the position was familiar.

She was pressed between him and a row of lockers, her shirt abandoned somewhere near them. He had ambushed her while she had been changing, capturing her lips with his and shoving her against the cold metal lockers. She had protested at first. He smirked against her lips at the memory.

“Joseph Lucas!” She had yelled, shrilly and he had shushed her, pressing his lips against hers again. “No!” She yelled at him, a giggling rising in her throat as she shoved him away, “I’m shirtless and these lockers are freezing!” He just smirked at her.

“I’ll help you get warm,” he had said, pressing his body against hers and kissing her again. She didn’t complain once after that.

“Jooooe,” she said, pulling away from him and watching as his smirk faded.

“Not warm enough?” He asked, pouting a little. She giggled and shook her head.

“I’ve got to get dressed sometime, Joseph,” she said. He pouted again, staring down at her lacy pink and black bra.

“I like you better this way,” he said, leaning down to plant a kiss against her throat. She smacked him.

“Only you,” she said, smiling at him as he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him. He leaned down, running his tongue along her bottom lip.

“That’s new,” she whispered, a little dazed by his action. Joe smirked at her, tracing his fingertips along her bate back and up to the clasp of her bra. He fingered the clasps, staring directly into her eyes. She frowned, shoving him away.

“Perv,” she responded, holding back a smirk as she made her way over to where her shirt was, “aren’t you getting any from your girlfriend?” She asked. Joe narrowed his eyes at her, watching was she leaned over to pick up her shirt, sliding in on and buttoning it up hastily.

“What about you?” He asked, “is your boyfriend satisfying your needs.” She looked up at him, a smile playing across her lips.

“If he was able to satisfy me, I wouldn’t need you now, would I?” He stared at her for a long moment, eyes questioning.

“How far have you two gone, anyhow?” He asked, watching her pick up the rest of her things and run a brush through her mussed hair.

“Why?” She asked, “are you jealous?” Joe stared at her carefully, watching as she pulled her hair back into a high pony tail and tossed the rest of her belongings haphazardly into her gym bag.

“Do you want me to be?” He asked, deciding that question was the best course of action to take. He didn’t want her to know that he really was jealous that another man was touching her the way he touched her. Well, he didn’t really knowthat for sure, he wasn’t even sure that her boyfriend has it in him to be that intimate.

She stared at him, eyes narrowing and lips parting slightly. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could get the words out, the locker room door opened.

“Macy?” A familiar voice asked. Joe and the girl exchanged looks, both of them wide-eyed.

hide,” she mouthed to him, picking up her gym bag and heading towards the front of the locker room.

“Stella,” she said, giving her friend a nervous smile, “what are you doing here?” Stella shot her best friend a questioning look, both eyebrows raised.

“I was looking for you,” she responded, “you always take so long in the locker room.” She laughed nervously.

“You know I like to reflect after practice,” she responded, “it’s how I unwind.”

“Well I wish you’d reflect faster,” Stella responded, “that way I’d be able to have more time with my best friend. I feel like I hardly see you lately. You’re either reflecting or out with Kevin or busy with school and games…” she trailed off.

“Or you’re out with Joe,” Macy added, staring down at the floor and resisting the urge to chew on her lip nervously.

“Yeah,” Stella said with a dreamy smile, “Joe.” Macy felt like she was going to be sick. Stella was her best friend, but she would never be enough for Joe. She didn’t think any one girl would be enough for Joe Lucas.

“Yeah,” Macy responded, “Joe’s great. Can we leave now?” Stella looked down at her best friend and frowned.

“What do you have against Joe?”

“Nothing,” she said, adding bitterly in her thoughts, but he’s got me against days, anyway. “Why?”

“It’s just,” Stella said, “every time I bring him up you seem to not want to talk about him.”

“Oh,” She said, “I didn’t realize I did that.” Maybe it’s because I get more than enough of your boyfriend on a daily basis, she thought, rolling her eyes at the ground as she headed past Stella and towards the entrance of the locker room.

“Well, you do,” Stella said, pulling out her phone to answer a text message, “a lot.” Macy rolled her eyes again, bitterly thinking, I wonder why? As she made her way towards one of the exits of the school.

“I’m sorry, Stella,” Macy said, giving her friend an apologetic smile as she pushed open the door that lead outside to the parking lot.

“I mean,” Stella continued, “I used to listen to you gush about Kevin,all the time. The least you can do is listen to me gush about Joe.” Macy swallowed, thinking about her current boyfriend. The though of him always made her stomach feel like it was in knots. It used to be the same way whenever she hung out with Stella, but that had gotten better now.

“I’m sorry, Stella,” Macy said again, “I’ll listen more, I promise.”

“That’s what you said last time, Macy,” Stella said, “And the time before that. And the time before that…and—” Macy cut her best friend off, “I get it, Stells,” she said, “but I mean it this time, I promise.

Stella sighed, glaring at her best friend and rolling her eyes.

“Whatever you say, Mace,” She said, not really believing her. She knew she’d probably blow her off the next time she so much as mentioned her boyfriend. Like, now…

“Wait…” Stella said, “Is that Joe?” She pointed towards the door the two girls had just previously come out of. Macy whirled around, her stomach in knots, her heart racing. What was he? Stupid? “I thought he told me he was going home early….”

Oh God,Macy thought, watching as he walked nonchalantly towards his car, whistling and jingling his keys.

“Joseph!” Stella called out to him, stepping around her car and glaring at her boyfriend with her hands on her hips. Joe turned and looked at the two of them, his face going white. Macy gave him a “what the hell, Joe?” look before staring at him wide-eyed. “What are you still doing here?” She asked, “I thought you had to leave early.”

“I-uh-forgot something,” he responded, mentally kicking himself for the suspicious “uh” he had allowed to escape between I and forgot.

“Really?” Stella asked, “What’d you forget?” Macy swallowed hard as his eyes shifted from Stella to gaze at her. She shook her head frantically, backing up a little and nodding towards Stella. Was he retarded? Stella could totally see that!

“It’s a surprise, Stells,” Joe said, gaze focusing on her once more. Macy hoped she hadn’t seen that. She really hoped she hadn’t.

“What kind of surprise?” Stella asked, still a little skeptical. Joe swallowed, willing himself not to look at Macy again. He already had two strikes. He didn’t need another one.

“A surprise to show you what an amazing girlfriend you are,” Joe said, grinning at her and winking. Stella couldn’t help but smile at that.

“What is it?” She asked, a smile still present on her lips.

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?” Stella’s smile faded.

“When am I getting my surprise?” Stella asked, eyes narrowing at him.

“Soon,” he responded, “very soon.” Joe flashed her another smile and walked the final few steps to his car, unlocking it and opening the door.

“You know I’m not patient, Joe,” Stella said, frowning.

“I know,” he responded, sliding into the driver’s seat and shutting the door. Stella sighed, aggravated by his action and turning to Macy.

“Why the hell did he look at you when I asked him what he had forgotten?” Macy didn’t know what to say to that. Her stomach was in knots and she felt like she might vomit right then and there.

“I don’t know,” she said, surprising herself when she didn’t even miss a beat, “Joe’s always been weird.”

END &&

It’s not done yet. I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be a three shot. Do you guys like it? It’s kind of weird. I promise a JLK update. TONIGHT. Read and Review!

As We Know It: A Sonny With a Chance Oneshot inspired by Knowing

I SWEAR I’M GOING TO UPDATE SOMETHING. But I had to write this because I was talking to Cayce (MyJonasSensesAreTingling3) while my brain was melting through my ears while I was watching Knowing. THAT MOVIE IS SO FREAKING SCARY. And good. but SCARY.

So enjoy this. I don’t own Sonny With a Chance, but I wish I wrote for that show. It’d be SICK.

As We Know It

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It was the end of the world as she knew it. But that was what she thought every time she saw Chad Dylan Cooper making his way over to where she sat. His eyes locked with hers and she immediately stared down at her tray of very unappetizing food. She couldn’t decide which she hated looking at more. Chad’s crooked smirk or the mystery meat the lunch lady had slung onto her plate. She decided the mystery meat would be the best thing to stare at. It didn’t make her heart feel like it was going to explode or make goosebumps appear on her skin.

“Hey, Sonny,” Chad said, the smirk still on his face as he pulled a chair from her table, turning the seat towards him and straddling it. Sonny swallowed and looked up at him. It was banter time, but she couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Chad,” she remarked, eyes narrowing. He tossed his hair and smirked again. She stared at the creases the smirk left on his face. When he got older those would be laugh lines. Sonny found that charming. She held back a dreamy sigh, keeping her eyes narrowed in his direction as she pulled out her cell phone, pretending to be preoccupied with the device when really she just needed some time to think of something clever. “What do you want, Chad?” She asked after a long moment.

“I was thinking,” Chad said, pausing to look at her before opening his mouth to continue-

“Chad Dylan Cooper thinks,” She said, her face displaying amusement, “and all this time I thought you-“

“Anyways,” Chad interrupted, Sonny smirked at him, “I watched this movie last night-“

“Chad, I don’t want to hear another story about how you starred in all those stupid movies when-“

“Would you just let me finish?” Chad barked, clearly annoyed with Sonny’s interruptions. Sonny tilted her head to the side on confusion.

“You’re really trying to be serious here, aren’t you, Chad?” She asked, a little shocked. Chad nodded, but otherwise ignored her question.

“I was watching this movie called Knowing…” he said, trailing off, Sonny watched him intently, eyes locking with his, “and I got to thinking about the end of the world.”

“Oh,” Sonny responded, waiting for him to continue. This conversation sounded really heavy. She wondered why he was having it with her.

“If you only had three hours to live,” Chad said, staring her directly in her eyes, “What would you do?” Sonny stared at him, suppressing the urge to let her jaw drop. She searched his eyes for any hint of a joke, but there was none.

“You serious?” She asked, wanting to be absolutely positive. He nodded. Sonny shook her head, “Tell me what you would do first.” He leaned back, dropping his hands to his side and he let loose an exasperated sigh.

“I asked first,” He said, crossing his arms.

“I asked second.”

“Why wont you just tell me?” He asked, leaning forward and resting his arms on the top of the chair, “are you afraid?” Sonny narrowed her eyes at him.

“I’m not afraid,” she said, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.

“Really Sonny?” He asked, “Really?” She felt her heartbeat quicken. She loved it when he said that, she didn’t understand why.

“Really, Chad,” She responded.

“Then tell me,” he said, scooting his chair closer to hers. Probably for dramatic effect or to intimidate her, but all it was doing was making feelings she never knew she had-well, she knew she had them, but admitting those feelings to herself was a whole other story-rise up inside of her along with the familiar sensation of butterflies. She almost lost it when his bare arm brushed against hers. Why wasn’t he wearing a jacket today? Or at least a long sleeved shirt.

“You look different,” she said, trying to both change the subject and take her mind off of his close proximity. Chad would have none of it.

“Answer my question, Sonny,” he said.

“Why is it so important?” She asked.

“It just is,” he told her.

“Maybe I don’t have an answer,” she said, “maybe I don’t know.” Truth was she did know, but she didn’t want to admit it. Not to herself, not to Tawny-who seemed to believe it anyway-, not to her best friend, Lucy, and definitely not to Chad Dylan Cooper.

“Oh, you have an answer,” He responded smugly. Stupid smug.

“How do you know?” She asked, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Because I know you, Sonny,” He said. There he was locking his eyes with hers and giving her some intense stare. The whole room seemed to shift around them. It was like the air was being sucked out and everyone around them disappeared. Like they were the only two people in there.

“Is it just me or is there no oxygen in here?” Sonny asked, laughing nervously. Stupid brain. Chad tilted his head to the side and broke his gaze from hers.

“What?” He asked. The room rushed back and Sonny felt like she was going to be sick. This was the reason she didn’t ride roller coasters.

“What?” She asked, laughing nervously again and staring down at her cell phone, “I didn’t say anything.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.” They were back on that again? Sonny picked up her phone and checked the time. According to her phone, it was time to get the heck out of there before she made some sort of…confession.

“Would’ya look at the time?” She asked, standing up and grabbing her bag, “Time for me to go.” Chad stood up too.

“You don’t have anywhere else to be, Sonny,” he said just as she had started to walk away from him. She stopped, tensing at his voice. He was right. She wasn’t shooting today and rehearsal didn’t start for another few hours.

“And how would you know that, Chad,” She asked, turning around to face him once she had regained her composure. He held up his cell phone.

“Twitter,” he said, smirking at the phone. Sonny cursed under her breath and growled. Stupid addicting social network.

“Whatever,” Sonny said, “I’d tell all my friends and family I loved them. Happy?” Chad stared at her long and hard. There went the people around them again. She wished he’d stop doing that.

“Is that all?” He asked, obviously pushing for something more. What did he want her to say? What was he trying to get her to admit.

“That’s all,” she said, walking back towards him and poking a finger into his chest, trying to be brave even though on the inside she was fighting butterflies and goosebumps. “Now tell me what you would do.” He smirked down at her and for the first time she noticed just how close she had gotten. There went her breath.

“That’s easy,” he said, leaning down closer to her, his eyes dancing with amusement. She hoped she didn’t look too terrified. He reached up and grabbed her hand, placing it flat against his chest, right over his heart and he smiled at her. Not that smirking smile she was used to, but a true knee-weakening smile that only Chad Dylan Cooper could give. She shivered when he ran his fingers along her arm.

“Wh-what’s easy?” She asked, concentrating on breathing so she wouldn’t pass out. When did this moment get so intense?

“My answer,” he said, slinking one arm around her waist while cupping her face in the other. Sonny struggled to keep herself upright.

“What’s that?” She asked him, her voice coming out in a whisper as she stared at his lips. She wondered how many girl’s he’d done this kind of thing to before her. She tried not to think about it. Right now was her moment and she wa-wait…when did she even decide she wanted this? He moved closer to her, his lips almost touching hers. She could feel his breath and she swallowed hard.

“I’d…” he trailed off, a smirk playing on his lips, “tell you…” He trailed off again and she parted her lips.

“Uh huh?” She asked, her mind slowly shutting down with him standing so close to her.

“That you have,” he continued, staring down at her lips, “spinach in your teeth.” The moment came to a screeching halt and Sonny pulled away from him.

“What?” She asked, intelligence rushing back. Everyone in the lunch room looked both shocked and amused.

“Gotcha,” Chad said, winking at her and walking over to where his McKenzie Falls co-stars were sniggering. Sonny stood there for a few minutes, dumbfounded and completely embarrassed. And to think, she almost admitted that if she only had three hours to live, she would finally tell him how she really felt; his acting sucked.

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This seems really strange. This is like my first SWAC fanfiction, sorry that it totally fails. Haa. And the ending kinda sucks! D: Waaah. I’m sorry I didn’t do better!


Sweat Pants and Swim Suits: A JONAS fanfiction

Suggested forcefully by Cayce (MyJonasSensesAreTingling3) I hope I execute this right. Please note, the title really has nothing to do with the story.

Sweat Pants and Swim Suits

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Macy Misa was not a pervert. Or that’s what she was telling herself these days. But she couldn’t deny the, er, tingling feeling she got when she watched him walk down the hallway in those pants. Why the hell did those boys where pants that tight anyways? Didn’t they hurt? She blushed crimson at that thought and turned around to hide her face in her locker.

Don’t think about it, Macy, she chanted to herself, closing her eyes tight and gripping her cricket bat.

“Macy?” She heard a familiar voice ask. She jumped, pulling her head out of her locker and swinging her cricket bat frantically. “Whoa!” The voice said, dodging it, just barely.

“Hi, Nick,” Macy said a bit breathlessly, smiling and reminding herself not to look at the pants he was w-shit, too late. They were just as tight as ever if not tighter. She felt her heart race uncomfortably in her chest. She chewed on her lip, staring at the way his khakis bunched up around-

“Macy?” Nick asked and she tore her eyes from his pants and looked directly at his face.

“Huh?” She asked, smiling awkwardly at him.

“I asked if you did your Bio homework last night…” he trailed off, wondering if Macy had been staring at where he thought she was staring.

“Oh,” Macy said, “Oh..uuh…” She turned back to her locker, dropping her cricket bat on the floor with a loud cracking noise. Nick swallowed, staring down at the stick. It had just missed his foot by mere millimeters. He laughed nervously, watching as Macy tore through her locker to find her Biology notebook.

“Crap,” Macy said, moving away from her locker and bending over to look in her book bag. Nick’s eyes followed her, his gaze resting on her thighs and trailing upwards to the hem of her skirt.

“Uh, Macy,” He said nervously, noticing that he wasn’t the only guy who had noticed how nice her legs looked and how short her skirt was. A few other guys were staring intently, slowing down in the hallway as to savor the moment. Macy didn’t hear him, muttering something to herself and continuing to dig in her book bag.

“I know I did that worksheet,” she said, moving around a little more frantically. Nick watched as the fabric of her skirt…he swallowed.

“Macy!” He yelled, his voice coming out a little high pitched and strangled. Macy straightened up and looked at him, hands smoothing out her skirt. Nick willed himself not to watch her fixing her skirt, even when he noticed the same guys from earlier doing the same thing.

“What?” Macy asked, blinking in confusion. She was so oblivious sometimes it was unreal.

“I…uuh,” he said, “I just remembered that I don’t need to homework…” he trailed off, laughing nervously. His mind wandered back to the image of Macy bent over her book bag and he found himself wishing he favored looser pants. If he had just done his homework last night he wouldn’t be having this problem. Stupid Joe and his stupid, stupid really fun ideas. Come on Nick, forget about your homework, Nick, let’s go to that new amusement park, Nick. He could strangle his brother right now for that suggestion. What kind of a teenager goes to an amusement park on a school night? Oh right, Joe Lucas did. How could he forget.

“Why not?” Macy asked, looking a little confused. Nick muttered something under his breath darkly about killing his older brother, but secretly he was glad for the distraction. Anything to get his mind off of Macy and her short skirts and nice legs and…he coughed, swallowing hard and biting his tongue.

“Are you okay, Nick?” Macy asked, watching as he readjusted his canvas bag, holding it against his abdomen.

“I’m fine,” Nick said, coughing a little bit, “I just really like this bag.” Macy raised her eyebrows at him, looking more than a little freaked out.

“It’s a nice bag,” Nick said, his voice sounding strained, “It’s so…plaid and…”

“Uh…huh…” Macy said. She had never seen Nick act this way. Wasn’t this more Joe’s department? Pulling crazy stunts that freaked her out a little? Heck, wasn’t she the one who usually did stupid stuff around the Lucas brothers? It was never the other way around.

“Well,” Nick said, “I’ll see you in bio!” And with that he was off, turning around and heading the opposite direction. Macy sighed, her gaze settling on the way his pants clung to his cute-

“Wait! Nick!” Macy called after him, he turned and looked at her over his shoulder.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“You’re going the wrong way,” she said, smiling sheepishly at him. Nick laughed.

“Right,” he said, “I knew that. Thanks.” He turned back around and walked by her as quickly as possible, en route to his next class. Though, he was pretty sure that the way things were going now, he’d end up skipping his class and spending the whole period in the bathroom. Or maybe he’d make a quick stop by his gym locker for a pair of sweatpants. Ah, sweatpants. Those things were so roomy.


“Macy said that your brother is acting really strange,” Stella said to Joe, taking a seat at their usual lunch table. Joe was flipping through a magazine.

“Kevin’s always strange,” Joe said, nonchalantly, licking his finger and turning the page in his magazine.

“No, Joe,” Stella said, “Not Kevin, Nick.” Joe glanced up for a brief moment before looking back down at his magazine.

“Nick’s pretty weird too,” Joe responded. Stella rolled her eyes.

“Let me guess,” she said, “And you’re the only normal Lucas brother?”

“Pretty much,” he said, turning the page again. Stella growled.

“Could you be serious for one second, Joseph?” Stella asked, reaching over and yanking the magazine out of his hands. Joe sighed, crossing his arms and glaring at her.

“Fiiine,” he said, sitting back in his chair, “Tell me how strange my younger brother is being.”

“Macy said he hugged his book bag, told her he really liked it and ran off in the wrong direction,” Stella informed him. Joe erupted into a fit of laughter. Stella was not amused.

“Oh, oh,” Joe said between laughs, “he hugged his book bag? The mental image…” He erupted into laughter again. Stella crossed her arms and glared at him.

“Are you done?” She asked as his laughter died down. Joe held up his hand, erupting into a fit of laughter again.

“Okay,” he said, just as Kevin and Nick approached their table, “now, I’m done.”

“What’s so funny?” Kevin asked, sitting down on the other side of Stella.

“Well,” Joe started, motioning to Nick, “Nick here decided to make a fool of himself in front of our fa-“

“Why are you wearing sweat pants?” Stella asked, interrupting Joe and giving Nick a questioning look.

“I uh,” he said, blushing, “I like these sweat pants…” He took a seat and stared down at his tray of food.

“You’re ruining your whole outfit Nicholas,” Stella said, standing up from the table and grabbing his arm, “come on.”

“Ohhh,” Joe said, smirking after them, “Nick’s gonna get it now!”

“Wait, wait!” Nick said, trying to wriggle free from Stella’s grip on his arm, “where are you taking me?”

“To the bathroom so you can change out of those ridiculous pants,” Stella said, obviously annoyed with Nick’s fashion choices, “Isn’t it against school rules to wear casual clothing outside of gym, anyhow?” Stella shot Nick a look and he shrugged his shoulders.

“You never worried about rules before, Stella,” Nick said, finally pulling free from her grip.

“That’s because before now, none of you committed a heinous crime against fashion.”

“I’m wearing sweat pants, Stell,” Nick said, “I’m not wearing lime green skinny jeans with gold shoes and-” Stella cut him off, holding up a hand.

“I get it, Nicholas,” she said, “but that doesn’t make this any less aggravating. What happened to the outfit that I approved?”

“Uh,” Nick said, just as Macy brushed past the two of them. He swallowed hard. He turned his head and watched her walk past, her hips swaying. He felt his mouth go dry and his sweat pants get a little less roomy. Not again.

“Earth to Nick Lucas,” Stella said, snapping at him. He turned back towards her, wincing a little bit when he noticed her fingers were directly in his face.

“Uh, I have them,” he said, “they’re in my gym locker…”

“Perfect,” Stella said, grabbing his arm and heading in the direction of the gym, “you can change back in there.”

“Wait…Stella…” He pulled free from her again, “I can’t change back.”

“Why not?” Stella asked and Nick blushed. She couldn’t possibly be asking him that question. He didn’t even know how to respond to that. How could he tell one of his best female friends why he couldn’t change into the outfit she approved for him?

“B…b…because,” he said, whimpering softly before continuing, “I…uh…” Stella stared at him expectantly, tapping her foot. Nick sighed. “I just can’t, okay?” He asked, pushing past her in favor of somewhere he could be alone.

“Nicholas Lucas,” Stella said, fists clenched, “that is not a reason.” Nick didn’t stop, though. He didn’t see why it was such a big deal. Sure, he was wearing sweat pants, but sometimes you just have to wear sweat pants.

“Sometimes you just have to wear sweat pants, Stella,” Nick called back to her, still walking in the opposite direction. He heard Stella growl and stomp her foot in frustration.

“Joe!” She shouted to his older brother, “Nick is being unreasonable!”


Nick sat in the art room, holding one of his favorite guitars on his lap and strumming it, trying to forget about all the events of that day. The way Macy made him feel, the way Stella had flipped when she saw him wearing sweats, the way he hugged his book bag. This was almost as bad as that whole song writing fiasco a few weeks ago.

“Nick?” Macy asked, knocking on the open door. Scratch that, it just got worse than that song writing fiasco a few weeks ago. Nick looked up from his guitar and blushed, immediately looking back down.

“Macy,” he said, a bit breathless. She was wearing her red swimsuit. She had probably just finished getting ready for swim practice. He tried not to think of how tight the fabric was or how amazing her legs looked. He was just thankful she was wearing shorts over her swim suit. Would it have killed her to put a shirt on as well? Don’t they usually wear stuff like that before they swim? Trying not to think about how hot she looked, didn’t seem to be working that well…

“Stella told me about what happened at lunch,” she said. Nick blushed more. Stupid girls and their stupid gossip.

“Yeah,” he said, “she freaked on me about the whole sweat pants deal,” he tugged on the fabric of his pants and laughed nervously.

“That’s not the way she told it,” Macy said, walking into the room, “She said you were being unreasonable.” Nick chuckled, staring at the neck of his guitar.

“I guess I was,” he said, the events that happened at lunch time, replaying in his head.

“Those pants look nice on you,” Macy said. It was true that she preferred his tighter pants, but she didn’t mind the sweats all that much. Nick looked up and flashed her a nervous smile.

“That swimsuit,” he began, motioning to her outfit, “looks nice on you.” Macy blushed and stared down at her feet.

“Thanks,” she said bashfully before looking back up, “What’re you playing?” She motioned to his guitar and Nick smiled softly.

“Nothing, really,” he said, “Just some old songs.”

“What old songs?” She asked, moving closer to him and taking a seat on the stool positioned beside him. He tried not to stare at her legs, especially when she rested her hands against the stool between them.

“Well,” Nick said, “it’s really only, one old song.”

“What one,” she asked, leaning closer to him. Nick swallowed.

“It’s called Mac-uh-Mandy,” he said, mentally kicking himself for almost messing up the name of one of the oldest songs he and his brothers performed together.

“Sing it for me?” Macy asked, smiling at him.

“Promise you wont pass out?” Nick asked, a smirk playing on his lips. He didn’t know where it came from, it just happened. She slapped his arm playfully.

“Nicholas Lucas,” she said in a disapproving tone, “in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve gotten a lot better about my-“she used air quotes here-“obsession with your band.”

“Is that why you almost smacked me in the face with a cricket bat earlier?” He asked, smirking at her again. Macy gasped, putting her hand over her heart.

“You snuck up on me,” she responded.

“Well excuse me for needing the Biology homework,” he responded, sticking his tongue out at her. She giggled and smacked his cheek playfully, letting her hand linger against his skin for a second longer than she should’ve. Nick stared at her, feeling the mood in the room shift from playful to something more serious. He felt her begin to pull her hand away from his cheek, and he reached up quickly to stop her. Pinning her hand against his face by pressing his hand over hers.

“Nick?” Macy asked, heart racing. Nick didn’t say anything, he moved his guitar from his lap and slid off of his stool. Macy swallowed, watching as he set his guitar against the floor and leaned it against the stool he had been sitting on previously. He moved so he was practically between her legs and she said his name again, but this time it came out in the form of a gasp instead of a question. He tried to concentrate on keeping his breathing even. It was hard to maintain when he saw her lips part and felt her hand move from against the stool and up his chest before she let it rest against his shoulder.

He watched as she let her eyes slip closed, tilting her head a little to the side, waiting for him to make his move. He pressed himself closer to her, feeling the warmth of her against his stomach. He sighed, dropping his hand from hers and wrapping both arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She gasped, eyes fluttering open, just in time to catch him pressing his lips against her’s roughly.

Her head was swimming and she wrapped her arms around his neck to keep herself from falling. She never even knew Nick felt this way about her…she had always hoped…but…She felt Nick’s hand move from her waist, trailing against her side and then down over her leg to her knee. She felt him shiver, and butterflies erupted in her chest. Her cheeks flushed when he trailed his hand back up again, fingering the hem of her shorts. She pulled away from him, gasping for air and tilting her head back. Nick pressed his lips to her neck, setting her back down on the stool and sliding his hand into her shorts, feeling the bottom of the fabric to her swim suit.

She gasped his name and he kept reminding himself not to go too far. Even though he was pretty sure he’d gone too far already. He sucked in her neck gently, listening to her whimper shrilly. He traced circles with his index finger against her leg and she gasped, biting her tongue.

“N-Nick,” she whispered, shoving him away slightly. He looked at her, confused. She bit her lip. “I think we should stop,” she said, taking a deep shuddering breath before continuing, “you know…before it goes too far?” Nick swallowed and nodded a little. He was a little hurt, but he was amazed by her self-control. If she hadn’t stopped him right then…well…

“Don’t you have to go to swim practice?” Nick asked, still breathing hard.

“Not today,” Macy said, sliding off the stool and giving Nick a mischievous smirk. He raised both eyebrows in confusion.

“Then why…?” He asked, motioning to her swim suit. She shrugged.

“It’s comfortable,” she responded, “just like your sweat pants.”

END &&

So yeah. The ending kind of sucks. I feel really weird about the whole swim suit/sweat pants deal…Some of the ideas are very similar to thiscoffeeshop’s story, so go read her stuff. She was nice enough to let me be awesome and use some of her ideas :). Sort of… I just felt like I should mention her. Sorry that they’re both OOC, but this is the first time I’ve ever really written anything like this. Love you guys! Please R&R!

That Thing You Do: A JONAS one-hit wonder fanfiction

So I was watching The Thing You Do! on Encore and I immediately thought of the episode of Jonas. You know. That Ding You Do? And I was like “Wow. That’s so cool.” So as I was watching the movie, I became more and more interested and totally in love with the plot. Then I thought Hey. Why don’t I write an AU JONAS fanfiction like this?And to any of you who have seen the movie, you know that it’s totally just like JONAS. Kind of. You know, minus…well, you get it pretty much.

This is dedicated to: Irrevocablyamanduh who is like one of my best friends on here (Along with thiscoffeeshop, faerietaleredux, suburbs, Sunset Clouds, and MyJonasSensesAreTingling3). She spent like all night texting me while I was trying to come up with the idea. And she is totally the prettiest most gorgeous and awesomest girl ever. No homo, because that totally sounded gay right thar. Mandy, you’re so awesome! Thanks for staying up all night with me and helping me with being inspired by a movie that is sooo different from the JONAS that we know and love.

Oh, and this might be a little strange. You’ll find out why later. Or, for those of you who know the movie, you’ll already know now. It’s AU. Just repeating. Author’s notes are so win!

That Thing You Do

Chapter One


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My older brothers and I have an agreement. I get to hang backstage with their band (it’s not really even a band, they’ve just been playing at fairs and local places, but I like being with my brothers) so long as I don’t try to tell them how to play. Usually, I would adhere to that simple rule, but today I have a suggestion that is pretty much eating away at my very soul. You see, yesterday my brother’s band’s drummer, Carl, broke his arm. Now my brother’s are freaking out because it’s ten minutes to curtain and they don’t have anyone to play the drums. Here’s where my suggestion comes in. I’ve been playing the drums since I was practically born and it would seem that they have forgotten that.

“Hey, Joey?” I finally pipe up. He’s yelling at Carl, asking him how he could possibly be stupid enough to fall off of a hayride and break his arm when he knewhe would be performing today. In front of him, Carl looks like he’s about to piss his pants. Joey can be scary at times. Well, actually he’s scary all the time, but that’s just who he is.

“I’m sorry!” Carl says, his eyes pleading with Joey to stop yelling. I sigh.

“Joey?” I ask again, a little louder. Joey stops yelling at Carl and whirls around, crazed brown eyes landing on me. I swallow hard.

“What?” He asks harshly, crossing his arms across his chest. I know at this point it’s now or never. I’m kind of wishing I had never opened my mouth. Looks like I’ll be sleeping with one eye open tonight, lest he and Kevin toss my bed in the lake.

“I was just thinking…” I began, and Joey grinds his teeth together. I can practically see a vein protruding from his neck. Yeah, definitely sleeping with one eye open, “That maybe…” I trailed off again and I can tell Joey is getting impatient.

“What?” Joey practically screamed, dropping his arms in a questioning manner, his face distorted in anger and annoyance, “You were thinking what?” I try not to let him intimidate me. He’s usually not this mean. I mean, he’s scary all the time, but usually he doesn’t yell this much.

“Maybe I could play the drums today?” I asked, wincing and biting my bottom lip. I expected more yelling, but instead Joey surprised me. He turned and looked at our oldest brother, Kevin, who was sitting in the corner strumming on his guitar.

“Hey, Kenny,” Joey said, Kenny was his nickname for Kevin, it didn’t make sense to me, but I went with it, “What d’you think?” Kevin looked up at us.

“Thank about what?” He asked, looking confused. Kevin was like that, he zoned out a lot when Joey started yelling like that. I watched as Joey rolled his eyes.

“About Nick here being our drummer,” Joey said, motioning to me when he said my name. Kevin stared at us for a long moment, seemingly thinking it out.

“This means he can make suggestions now, then,” He responded. Kevin was like that too, he never really gave a straight yes or a straight no. Joey turned back to me and flashed me a smile.

“You’re in, little bro,” Joey said, “Now show me what you got.” I got up and walked over to the drum set where a terrified looking Carl stood, holding them drumstick tight in his left hand. The one he hadn’t broken. I held my hand out and Carl looked at me for a long moment.

“Carl!” Joey shouted when he still had yet to hand me the sticks, we both jumped. My brother sure does know how to interrupt a musician stare-down. A second later, Carl handed me the sticks and made his way to the other side of the tent quickly. All the while, ignoring the glare Joey was shooting in his general direction.

I sat down at the drum set and played a simple beat. One after another until I built myself up enough to play a little number I like to call-

“Thank you, Nick,” Joey said just as I had started to play my favorite beat, “that’s enough. You’ll do just fine.” I stopped playing and looked at him. I wish he had let me finish. But I knew Joey was impatient like that.

“What song are we doing?” I asked, dropping the sticks in my lap. Joey looked at me like I had grown another head.

“What other song would we be doing?” Joey asked, picking up his guitar and plugging it in. I don’t know why I even bothered asking. I knew they’d be doing the same song they always did. It was called That Thing You Do and it was, in my opinion, too slow.

“Oh,” I responded, staring down at the drum set for a few minutes before looking back up at Joey, “Actually, I have a suggestion about that song that I’d like to run by you.” Joey looked up from tuning his guitar and gave me a questioning look.

“You just now joined the band and you’re already suggesting things?” He asked. I sighed.

“I know, I know,” I said, “But it’s been bugging me since you wrote the damn thing.” Kevin and Joey exchanged glances.

“Go on then,” Joey said, resting his hand against the strings of his guitar.

“Well,” I began, “the beat you were having Carl play was kind of slow, it would really improve the song if we went for a faster tempo, a more complex beat.”

“Show me,” Joey responded, walking closer to where I was at the drum set. I picked up the sticks and laid the beat out for him. He listened intently to my changes, tapping his foot.

“That’s good,” Kevin said when I had finished. Joey looked over at him and nodded in agreement.

“I like it,” he responded. I set the sticks back in my lap and felt a smile play on my lips. I held it back.

“So we’ll play it like that?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Joey responded and I felt the excitement I felt fade, “We should probably play it the same as-” I cut him off, “But my version is better,” I argued. Joey narrowed his eyes at me. I could tell he was already against my idea. I wish he would just trust me, after all, I’m the only one in my family that can play the drums. I know what I’m talking about.

“Do you want me to regret putting you in this band?” Joey asked and I swallowed. I wanted to stand up for my opinion, but Joey was making it hard.

“No,” I said, waving good-bye to my dignity. This was going to be a very long performance.

“Hey guys,” someone said, pulling back the opening of the tent and stepping in. My heart fluttered when I noticed that it was Stella Malone, Joey’s girlfriend. She crossed the room, walking towards Joey and I took a sharp breath through my nose as my eyes drank her in. She was wearing these shorts that made her legs look amazing and, not to mention, long. Her hair hung down her back in loose curls and probably smelled amazing…

“Hi, Stella,” I said with a goofy smile on my face. I hoped I didn’t look like a total idiot, but I’m certain I did. Stella flashed me a nervous smile and placed her palm on Joey’s chest, opening her mouth to say something, but stopped, turning to me again.

“Why is Nick at the drum set?” Stella asked, a little confused, “Where’s Carl?” She looked around the room.

“Here!” Carl called from the couch on the far side of the tent. Stella’s forehead crinkled in confusion and then her eyes settled on his hand.

“Oh,” Stella said, turning back towards me. I felt butterflies erupt in my chest and I swallowed, attempting to smile. She turned from me back to Joey, “So Nick is playing today?”

“Until we can find someone else,” Joey responded. I felt fear, anger and resentment rise up in my stomach. Until they sounds someone else?

“Wait a sec-” I tried, but was interrupted when the stage manager entered the tent.

“You guys are on in three,” he told us and everything I was trying to say got lost in the hustle and bustle of making it to the stage. I glared at Joey the whole way there, watching in disdain when his fingers laced with Stella’s and she smiled up at him.

I’d show him that I was irreplaceable. They’d never find as better drummer than me.

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I hope you guys like it! I know everyone is a little OOC, but that’s kind of the point. I’m meshing their personalities with the personalities of the people from That Thing You Do. And if you haven’t guessed it yet, Carl is the drummer before Guy. Nick is Guy. Joe is Jimmy (Note that they call him Joey in this, I was trying to go for a whole…Jimmy thing). Kevin is Lenny (Note the Kenny nickname Joe has for him). And Stella is Faye. I was going to make Macy, Faye at first (Thanks to My JonasSensesAreTingling3’s suggestion), but…when I was writing it…I realized that she sounded more like Stella than she did Macy.

But don’t worry! Macy will come in later! Stay tuned for the next chapter: The Hit.


First: A Zoey 101 Oneshot


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“What’s wrong?” Logan asked his friend, Quinn as he pulled up beside the bench she was sitting on with his mo-ped. Quinn shook her head, turning away from him and pushing her hair behind her ears. Logan got off of his motor scooter and sat next to her on the bench.

“Quinn,” Logan whined, gripping her small hand in his and patting it reassuringly. She sniffled and stared at him. Logan bit hip lip and reached out to wipe the tears from her eyes, but she stopped him, wiping them away with her own hand and smudging the makeup she had taken hours to apply.

“Do you honestly care?” she asked in a stuffed-up and very hurt sounding tone. Logan squeezed the hand he held in his and nodded. She stared at him incredulously and he grimaced.

“I know I seem insensitive,” he began, a few moments into their stare-down, “but I really care about you Quinn.” Quinn swallowed hard and looked away from Logan.

“Mark broke up with me,” she said with a sob. Logan moved closer to her and draped his arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer to him.

“What?” he asked slightly too loud and Quinn tensed next to him.

“Yeah,” she replied after a few moments, feeling slightly uncomfortable about the comfort she was getting out of his slight embrace.

“Why?” he asked, leaning forward so that he could see her face.

“For Brooke,” she muttered and Logan straightened slightly.

“Well,” he began, “She is pretty cute…” Quinn pulled away from him and narrowed her eyes.

“Gee, thanks Logan,” she growled, standing up and beginning to stomp off in the opposite direction.

“Quinn,” Logan said, speeding after her and catching her by the arm, “wait.”

“Why?” Quinn asked, refusing to look at him, “I can’t compete with her.” Logan sighed and pulled Quinn around to face him.

“You shouldn’t have to,” he said, gazing into her eyes. Quinn blinked.

“What?” She asked, slightly confused.

“If Mark wants Brooke then he can have her,” Logan whispered, pressing his forehead against hers, “in my book, you’re better.”

“Logan,” Quinn began, but he stopped her.

“I’m not finished,” he said pressing a finger against her lips, “you might be a total spaz sometimes-“Quinn rolled her eyes-“But you’re beautiful, and smart, and all the things Brooke isn’t.” Quinn bit her lip and stared into Logan’s eyes. Logan smiled down at her before backing away slightly and retrieving her glasses from the bench she had been sitting on.

“Here,” he said, placing them on her face, “now there’s the Quinn I know.” Quinn smiled at him as another sob escaped her lips and a tear rolled down her cheek. His expression softened and he reached out to wipe away her sadness. She leaned into his touch, eyes closing and her lips parting slightly.

“Logan,” she whispered as he moved closer to her, tracing his fingertips along her neck as he pressed his lips against hers. Quinn breathed in deeply through her nose, gripping the front of Logan’s shirt in her fists as she kissed him back.

“Faster!” A familiar voice screamed from beside them as they heard a horse gallop past. They jumped apart then and watched as Zoey and Micheal made their way towards one of the many school buildings on horseback.

“Wow,” Quinn said, touching her lips and watching the two on the horse. Logan smiled to himself and stared at her.

“Weirdest day ever,” he said, absently pushing a strand of hair out of her face.

“Uh huh,” Quinn agreed, eyes still wide from the shock of the kiss.

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“Where have you two been?” Zoey asked as Logan and Quinn approached the group later on that evening. Quinn shrugged.

“I’ve been in class,” Logan answered, eying Quinn suspiciously.

“Uh huh,” Micheal said as the two sat next to each other at the table. Quinn stared down at her food, a light blush forming across her cheeks as Logan slowly began eating.

“You okay Quinn?” Lola asked. Quinn just shrugged and stared at her plate. Lola and Zoey exchanged worried looks.

“How did it go with-“Zoey began, pausing for a moment to weigh Quinn’s reaction-“Mark?” Quinn looked up and rolled her eyes.

“He’s happy with Brooke,” she muttered.

“You don’t sound too happy about that,” Logan said, looking at Quinn out of the corner of his eye.

“They deserve each other,” she said spitefully before adding, “I’m better off without him.”

“Can we change the subject please?” Micheal asked as James took a seat next to Zoey.

“Logan,” James began as he sat down, “Becca was looking for you.” Logan glanced up and nodded.

“What for?” Logan asked as he felt Quinn’s gaze bore into him.

“Something about Norwegian shampoo,” James replied. Logan merely shrugged and went back to eating.

“Okay,” Zoey said, “What is wrong with you two?” Quinn shrugged.

“Nothing,” Logan answered.

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“I don’t feel very hungry,” Quinn said after awhile, grabbing her tray and dumping it in the nearest trashcan before stalking off in the direction of their dormitories.

The group watched her go for a few moments before Logan stood up and stretched, dumping his tray and heading in the opposite direction without even saying so much as good-night.

“Weird day,” Lola said as they watched Logan stalk off in the opposite direction.

“Totally,” Zoey agreed.

Respect: An H20: Just Add Water Oneshot

I was going through some old stuff and stumbled across this. It’s not that good seeing as how I wrote it about a year ago, but I thought I’d upload it because I really like H2O. And I can’t wait for the next season =).



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“Zane?” she whispered harshly, knocking on his balcony door with her fingertips, “Zane?”

He stirred in his sleep, disturbed slightly by the noise she was making against his window, but did not awaken. She growled and knocked louder, praying that she would’t wake his father up in her haste to wake up his son.

Zane groaned, pulling himself into a sitting position and squinting at the doors that led to his balcony. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stood up. Rikki smiled at him and lowered her hand, waiting for him to unlock the door and let her in.

“Rikki…” Zane said with a yawn as she stumbled into his room, “What’re you doing here?”

“I..had to get away,” she whispered, trying not to release the tears she had been holding back until this point.

“You sound upset,” he whispered as she turned to gaze into his brown eyes, her blue ones shimmering with tears. He reached out and cupped her face, she closed her eyes and let a lone tear drop fall. He wiped it away quickly.

“What happened, Rikki?” he asked as she moved closer to him, her hands sliding up against his bare chest and her cheek leaning against his shoulder. He waited for a long time for her to answer, but she didn’t. He ran his fingers through her hair as a sob escaped her lips.

“Rik-” he started, but she interrupted him.

“Can I stay here tonight?” she asked, staring down at the floor as her cheeks lit up in embarrassment. Zane smiled softly.

“Yeah,” he answered, “You can take the bed, I’ll sleep on the flo-” she stopped his words with a kiss, tangling her fingers in his brown hair and backing up so that she could sit on the edge of his bed.

He grunted, bending to follow her down and placing his hands against the bed on either side of her thighs. She smiled against his lips, and began to lay back slowly, coaxing him to follow her until her back was against the mattress and he was on top of her.

She slowly unfastened her hands from his neck and reached to grip his hands which were positioned near her shoulders and she gripped one of them tightly, leading it to the hem of her shirt before trailing it over her abdomen slowly. She shivered at his touch and he pulled away from her.

“Rikki,” he said breathlessly, moving his hand from where it had once been against her stomach.

“Am I doing something wrong?” she whimpered, looking away from him.

“No,” he said, resting his forehead against hers, “you’re doing everything right…” She sighed and looked up at him. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to avoid her gaze.

“You don’t want me,” she whispered. He shivered at the pain he heard in her tone and opened his eyes wide to gaze into hers. They were shimmering with tears again and he could feel his heart breaking.

“I do,” Zane argued, “I do want you…”

“But?” Rikki asked, shifting beneath him. Zane whimpered softly and willed himself not to be aroused by the beautiful woman who lay beneath him.

“Stop moving,” he gasped, gripping the sheets on either side of her face. Rikki stopped and stared at him.

“Zane…” she whispered, “Why don’t you want…” he growled and kissed her roughly before he answered.

“I…respect you, Rikki,” Zane said, “I don’t want to…hurt you.” Rikki stared at him in disbelief.

“Are you saying you don’t think we’ll last?” She asked. The pain was there again and he looked away.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” he said, “I just…don’t want you to regret this.” Rikki stared at him and smiled softly, cupping his face in her hands and forcing him to gaze into her eyes.

“You’re worried about my…” she giggled and kissed the tip of his nose, “who would’ve thought-“she giggled again-“Zane Bennett is old fashioned.” A light blushed settled across Zane’s cheeks as he tried to look away again, but she held his gaze.

“I just…” he started, but she put a finger to his lips.

“I love you,” she said, staring into his eyes. He swallowed hard, seeing the truth in her eyes. He paused for a long moment, thinking of all the things she has made him feel and searching deep within himself for the way he felt. He wouldn’t lie to her, her couldn’t. She was everything to him; everything.

She traced her fingertips over his face.

“Rikki-” he started but she shook her head.

“Shh,” she whispered, “take your time, there’s no rush.” Zane closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers once more. He felt the tears welling up in his eyes, and tried to hold them back, but it was too late.

“Zane,” Rikki whimpered.

“I love you,” he whispered as a strange calmness washed over him, “I love you.” Rikki stared up at him with a smirk.

“I knew it,” she said. Zane smirked back at her, rolling off of her and to her side as the two scrambled up to the top of the bed, laughing softly as to not wake his father.

“I’m glad you came,” Zane whispered as she buried her face in his chest and closed her eyes, breathing in his scent deeply.

“Me too,” came her muffled reply as the two drifted off to sleep.

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I am so LAME.