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Three Seconds: A JONAS drabble fanfiction

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

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

Drabble

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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?

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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?

Even Better: Chapter 3 & 4 (Psychic iTunes playlists and balls)

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

I thought I should update this because like, I just now realized it doesn’t have as many chapters as I thought it did. I’m probably going to be skipping ahead a bit in this chapter. That Cinderella Ball is making me want to. Gaaah. I can’t wait to get there!

Even Better

Chapter Three

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There was only a week left until the Cinderella Ball and Nick was not looking forward to it. He tried on multiple occasions to get out of going, but Stella practically had a cow.

“You have to come, Nick,” Stella said. It was the thousandth time he had begged her not to force him to come. “You and your brothers are providing the entertainment for the evening.” Nick grimaced. He had almost forgotten that he had to perform. Well, this sucked.

“I don’t have a date,” Nick told her, “I don’t want to go alone.” Stella snorted.

“Nick,” She told him, walking over to the window in his room and opening it. The sound of screaming girls pierced his ears. He winced at the sound and gave Stella a “what are you getting at?” look. Stella motioned out the window. “You’ve got a whole sea of fangirls out there, Nick,” she told him, “Just pick one.” Nick stared at Stella and sighed.

That’s not the fangirl I want,He thought bitterly, turning away from his older brother’s best friend with a hurt expression on his face and headed towards one of the three fireman poles.

“Nick?” Stella asked, confused by his reaction, “Did I say something to upset you?” Nick stopped, his back still to her as he put his hand on the railing around the poles. He gathered all of his courage and turned to look at her again.

“No,” Nick said, a slight smile, “thanks for the advice, but I don’t want to cause a riot amongst those girls. Besides, I really like this outfit.” Stella laughed. It had been so long since the boys had been attacked by their fangirls that she had almost forgotten what little clothes-shredding terrors they really were.

“Are you going stag?” She asked before adding, “because I don’t have a date. I could go with you. It’ll be like a friend thing.” Nick smirked and stared down at his sneakers.

“Thanks for the offer, Stells,” He said, “But I have someone else in mind.”

“Who?” Stella asked, eyebrows raised. Nick wracked his brain for a name, any name. He didn’t want Stella to think that he was lying to her, even though he was. He just didn’t want to have to go with Stella. He couldn’t go with Stella. Any other time he would’ve accepted her offer, but now that he knew how bad it hurt to see one of your brothers with the girl you had fallen for…He couldn’t do that to Joe.

“Penny,” he blurted, automatically feeling stupid for saying it.

“Penny?” Stella asked, “didn’t she dump you and break your heart into a million pieces?” Nick winced. Way to put it lightly, Stella. “Besides,” she continued, “I heard that she’s going with Ricky.” Nick ground his teeth together. Did Stella always have to be so in tune with gossip?

“Oh,” He responded, feeling slightly embarrassed, “I’m sure I’ll figure something out then…”

“I just tol-” She stared, but he cut her off.

“Bye, Stella,” He said, running around the railing and sliding down the closest pole. Even if Stella was just trying to be nice and help him out, he couldn’t do that to Joe. Besides, he had a hunch Joe was going to ask her to go to the Cinderella thing soon anyway.

“Hey, Nick…” Joe said from where he was at the kitchen table, hunched over a couple cartons of milk. Okay, so maybe he had a little more than a hunch. Joe only drank copious amounts of milk when he was upset about something. Nick walked to the table and pulled out a chair.

“What is it, Joe?” Nick asked, taking a seat at the table.

“There’s this girl I like…” Joe said, trailing off. Nick knew where this was going.

“If you want to ask Stella to the Cinderella Ball then do it,” Nick said before Joe could continue. Joe stared at his brother in shock.

“Pfft.” Joe said, nervousness washing over his features, “I don’t want to ask Stella. What makes you think I’d want to go to…Stella, really?” Joe was a bad liar. Nick just shook his head and got up from the table, heading for the front door.

“Where are you going?” Joe called after him. Somewhere, nowhere, everywhere. Nick didn’t answer him. Instead, he opened the door and walked out into the cold winter air. He shoved his hands in his pockets to protect them from the cold. He just needed to get away for a little while. Maybe walking outside in the cold would help in take his mind off of Macy. Or at least give Joe the chance to ask Stella to the Cinderella Ball. That way he wouldn’t feel bad for declining her offer to go as friends.

“Hey, Nick!” He heard someone call out to him. He turned around, seeing Macy running to catch up with him.

“Macy?” Nick asked, checking his surroundings to make sure he was where he thought he was, “What’re you doing out here?”

“Kevin invited me over,” she said, a bit breathless.

“Oh…” He said, “why?”

“Operation get Joe to ask Stella,” she responded simply, “You want to help us?” Nick chuckled.

“No,” he said, he didn’t think he could stand seeing Macy and Kevin together anymore than he had to, “you two go ahead, I was just about to go for a walk.” Macy arched an eyebrow at him.

“It’s freezing out here, Nick,” Macy said, “Are you insane?” Nick stared at her in shock for a moment.

“Uh,” he said, “the cold doesn’t really bother me, but thanks for the concern…” he trailed off, staring down at the ground awkwardly.

“Come on, Nick,” Macy said, “Don’t you want to see me and Kevin shove Stella and Joe into a closet or something? It’ll be fun.” Her persuading was making it harder for him to continue with his earlier plan to go on a walk to clear his head.

“That would be a funny thing to watch…” Nick admitted, still staring at his shoes. Macy leaned forward, bending slightly so her face was in his field of vision. He took a step back.

“So you’ll help us?” She asked, a big smile on her face. Nick swore he felt his heart skip a beat. He loved that smile.

“Okay,” Nick said. Macy clapped her hands together and jumped once to show her excitement. Nick swallowed hard when she reached down and took his hand, leading him back towards the firehouse. “This is going to be awesome.”

Nick wondered what he had just gotten himself into.

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My iTunes is psychic. Right when I typed “That’s not the fangirl I want, He thought bitterly” the song Can’t Have You by the Jonas Brothers started playing. Pretty freaky if you ask me. I apologize for the OOC. And yay, Joella chapter! I had to put this in as a filler.

Even Better

Chapter Four

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Helping Kevin and Macy get Stella and Joe to admit their feelings would be even better if he didn’t have to watch Kevin and Macy look at each other all googly-eyed in the process.

He didn’t even think their plan was working, but they weren’t doing much planning as it was anyway. They just kept glancing at each other shyly and blushing and looking away. Nick didn’t know whether he wanted to scream or vomit. He supposed he wanted to do both.

“So,” Nick said after they had looked at each other and blushed for the millionth time that evening, “How’re we doing this?” The two looked at him, shrugging their shoulders. This was not going the way he had hoped. He hoped that this would help get her off of his mind. But he supposed that working with her might’ve been poor judgment on his part.

He bit his lip, glaring at the floor. This must’ve been what they needed him for; they wanted him to be the one to come up with a plan. He could see where they were coming from. Because, let’s face it, Kevin wasn’t the best person to go to for coming up with plans. Nick sighed and stood up, marching into the kitchen and staring down at his older brother. Did he have to do everything around here?

“Joe,” Nick said, noticing that there were more milk cartons littered all over the table, and Joe’s head was resting against his arm. He groaned, turning his head slightly to the side, letting Nick know he had heard him.

“Go upstairs and ask Stella to the Cinderella ball or I swear I’m gonna do it myself.” Joe sat up quickly and glared at his younger brother.

“Not cool, man!” He yelled and Nick resisted the urge to smirk.

“I’m serious,” Nick said, “I’m going to ask Stella if you don’t. Just think of how amazing she’s going to look in her gown…” he trailed off. Joe looked completely freaked.

“You wouldn’t ask her to the ball,” Joe said, “You wouldn’t.” Nick crossed his arms.

“Someone else asked the girl I wanted to go with,” he said, “so…give me one good reason why I shouldn’t go with Stella.”

“Because!” Joe shouted, getting up from the table, and moving so he was in his little brother’s face. Nick held his ground, staring back at Joe, his face completely serious.

“Because isn’t an answer,” Nick responded, smirking at his older brother. Joe cried out and stomped his foot in frustration. Nick turned away from his brother and started towards the stairs that lead to their room.

“I’m gonna go ask her right now,” Nick said, “I’m sure she’ll say yes. Seeing as how no one else wants to ask her.” He heard Joe huff behind him, but he made no motion to move from his spot. “Besides, earlier she asked me if I wanted to go with her. You know since no one else had asked her.” Nick continued towards the stairs, hoping his brother would bite soon.

“Whatever, man!” He said, pushing past his younger brother and heading up the stairs. Nick just chuckled lightly. Who knew bringing competition into this would make Joe finally ask Stella out? Oh right. He did.

He turned around, brushing his shoulders off and heading back into the living room where Kevin and Macy were beaming at him.

“That was perfect, Nick,” Macy said, bounding up to him and throwing her arms around his neck. Nick laughed nervously, hugging her back as she jumped up and down against him. He looked over at his oldest brother, trying to get his mind off of the cute brunette that was jumping up and down happily.

“High five, dude,” Kevin said, holding up his hand. Nick smiled, slapping his brother’s hand. Macy stayed against him for a few seconds longer before she pulled away and pulled her cell phone, which had just vibrated, out of her pocket.

“It’s a text from, Stella!” Macy shrieked. Kevin and Nick leaned in, reading over her shoulder as she opened it.

Omg, Macy. Joe just asked me to the Cinderella Ball. I can’t wait to get started on our dresses! We’re going to look amazing!. –Stella.

Macy squealed, hugging Nick again. Nick bit his lip and sighed as he hugged her back. His heart was racing and he found himself wondering why Macy thought it was a good idea to hug him.

Sure, he was the one who had made it possible that Joe and Stella had finally(sort of) gotten together, but that didn’t mean she needed to—he swallowed—press her warm body against his and…rest her head on his shoulder. Her scent assaulted his nostrils and he took a shaky breath.

“This is going to be so awesome,” she said. He could feel her breath against his neck and he almost whimpered. Goosebumps had appeared on his skin. He held his breath.

“Yeah,” Nick said, closing his eyes for a moment to try and clear this whole scene out of his head. He needed to escape from what was going on. And he needed to do it without hurting Macy by shoving her away. But even when he closed his eyes he could still feel her body against his. He could still feel her breathing against his neck.

“Group hug,” he heard his oldest brother announce from behind him, wrapping his arms around both him and Macy. Nick sighed.

Didn’t he know he was making his a lot harder than it should’ve been? Didn’t they know that the girl he had wanted to take (that got asked by someone else) was the girl that was hugging him right now?

No, he guessed they didn’t know. He really should learn to voice his feelings better.

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It seems a little rushed or whatever. I’m kinda swamped in stories right now. So many ideas keep happening! Haaa. I should stop txting! Just kidding. I love the girls I text. Cayce, Laxmi, Mandy…I love you girls =).

Just Like Kevin: Chapter 8 (the final chapter, finally)

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

MyJonasSensesAreTingling3, thiscoffeeshop, Irrevocablyamanduh, and the rest of the DACE girls, this one is for you :).

Just Like Kevin

Chapter Eight

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“Where have you been?” Both Stella and Joe asked in unison upon seeing Kevin and Macy blow past them in the hallway, holding Starbucks drinks and laughing.

“Hey!” Stella called when they kept walking, “Kevin! Macy! Talking to you here!” They stopped and turned around, Macy erupting into another fit of giggles. Stella and Joe exchanged a worried glance.

“Oh,” Macy said between giggles, clutching her stomach with her free hand, “Hey Stella, Joe, I didn’t see you there.” Joe glanced at Stella, mouthing “didn’t see you there”? Stella shrugged.

“Anyways,” Stella said, “It’s like, almost the end of the school day. Where have you two been this whole time?” Macy took a deep breath, calming herself down and looking over at Kevin.

“Starbucks,” he responded simply, holding up his drink. Joe and Stella looked at each other again.

“You skipped school to go to Starbucks?” Joe asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” Kevin said, receiving a questioning glance from both Stella and Joe. He continued, “I skipped school to go to Starbucks with Macy.”

“Dude,” Joe said, “That doesn’t even make sense. I think you’re had too much caffeine.” Macy and Kevin looked at each other, erupting into a fit of laughter once more. By this time, Joe and Stella were, understandably, freaked out.

“Wait a second,” Macy said, turning to Joe and Stella, “what happened between you two last night? Kevin promised he’d tell me, but he never did.” She shot a glare towards Kevin over her shoulder. Kevin held up kids hands in defeat, flashing her an apologetic smile.

“Well, Macy,” Stella said, lacing her fingers with Joe’s, “if you and Kevin had bothered to come to school this morning you would’ve known what happened sooner.” Macy pouted.

“I had a better time at Starbucks then I would’ve at school,” she said a bit defensively. Stella raised an eyebrow.

“Just what did you two do at Starbucks?” Kevin brought his hand to his mouth, coughing to hide another laughing fit. Macy bit her lip, her face flushing slightly and her body shaking with laughter. Okay, this was seriously the last time Stella would ever let those two go to Starbucks.

“I’m happy for you and Joe,” Macy said, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet and beaming at her best friend.

“Believe me,” Nick said, stopping next to his brother’s, “we’re allhappy. There’s finally peace and quiet around the house. Now that they make out more than they argue” Joe shot Nick a glare and Nick flashed his older brother a smirk.

“Where have you two been all day anyhow?” Nick asked, turning towards his oldest brother and Macy.

“Starbucks,” Macy said, smiling and holding up her Starbucks drink. Nick eyed the two of them suspiciously before deciding he’d let it go. Especially since the warning bell had just sounded through the hallway.

“Well,” Kevin said, “last class of the day.” He looked down at Macy and Macy glanced back at him. Neither of them felt like going to their last class. They had already almost skipped the whole day. What would another class hurt?

“Yup,” Macy responded, smirking down at her shoes. Nick caught her smirk and shook his head, turning around and walking towards his last class. The one that he just-so-happened to have with Macy. It would be interesting when she didn’t show up. Especially since he would know where she was and who as was with.

“See you guys later,” Joe said, taking Stella and leading her down the hallway.

Once they were both alone, Kevin and Macy smiled at each other.

“There’s really no use in only going to oneclass,” Macy said, “I mean that might be the caffeine talking…but…” Kevin smiled at her.

“No, I agree,” he said, “What’s one more class. We’re going to be marked absent for today anyways.”

“True,” Macy continued, taking another sip of her coffee, “Back to the car?”

“After you,” Kevin responded.

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Macy groaned, leaning back in the seat of Kevin’s car.

“Who knew caffeine would make you crash so hard?” Macy asked, turning her head to look at him. Kevin sighed.

“I knew,” he said, “but I still drink it.” Macy groaned again. Kevin watched her as she leaned her head back against the back of her seat. He found himself admiring her profile. She really was beautiful.

“Why didn’t you warn me?” She asked, moving closer to him and burying her head in his shoulder. She groaned again, inhaling deeply. Kevin stiffened. It was a strange feeling, having Macy’s face pressed against his shoulder. Her hair brushed against his neck and he felt his heart race. “I was right,” she whispered to herself, smiling softly and keeping her face buried into his shoulder. Kevin really did smell like heaven. His scent overwhelmed her nostrils, filling her body with a sense of euphoria.

“Right about what?” Kevin asked, resting his chin against her head and breathing in the scent of her hair. He wondered if she knew how heavenly she smelled. He took another deep breath, feeling goosebumps on his skin. Macy bit her tongue, she couldn’t believe he had heard that! She pulled back from him slowly and somewhat reluctantly.

“It’s nothing,” Macy said, blushing crimson, “it’s stupid.”

“Nothing you say could ever be stupid,” Kevin responded, smiling at her. He wanted to reach out and cup her face, bring her head back to rest against his shoulder, but he was afraid she would react to that negatively.

“Trust me,” Macy responded, “this is.”

“We’re friends, right, Mace?” Kevin asked, “You can tell me anything, no matter how stupid you think it might be.” Macy felt her heart break again. There was that word again.Friends.

“I can’t tell this kind of thing to someone that I’m friends with,” she said, hoping her might get the hint, but at the same time she was hoping that he didn’t get the hint. She thought back to when she had told Stella the same thing in the hallway. She had looked pretty freaked out. She knew he’d probably react the same way.

“What do you mean?” He asked. He hoped she meant what he wanted her to mean. He wanted Macy to feel the same way about him that he felt about her.

“Kevin…” She said, trailing off, “about the question I wanted to ask earlier…”

“Yeah?” He asked, fighting a smile.

“How…How do you feel about me, Kev?” Macy asked, biting her lip and staring down at her lap. She couldn’t believe she had just asked him that. But she had been dying to know.

“You’re my friend, Mace,” he responded, trying to get her to press father. He had to be sure she really wanted this. He had to be sure she was asking because she liked him too. She felt her heart ache again, her mouth going dry.

“Am I just a friend, though, Kevin?” She asked, growing nervous with anticipation. Kevin considered this for a long moment, watching as she fiddled with her jacket sleeves.

“Were you ever just a friend Macy?” He asked. Macy’s forehead crinkled in confusion and she looked up at him.

“What do you mean?” It was her turn to ask. Kevin smiled at her softly.

“I mean,” he said, “that I’ve always liked you. And not just as a friend. As a potential girlfriend.” Macy stared at him in shock. It was the answer she had been hoping for, but somehow…hearing out of the mouth of the guy she had fallen so hard for made it so unreal; so shocking.

“What?” She asked, still a little dazed by his confession. He leaned forward a bit, eyes locking with hers.

“I said I like you, Macy,” he repeated, “and I hope you like me too…because if you don’t this whole situation is going to be totally awkward…I mean I-” she cut him off, pressing her lips against his. At first, he was shocked by how forward she was being, but before she would even notice that he was in shock, he smiled against her lips, pulled her closer to him and returned her kiss.

“That answer your question?” She asked when she pulled away. He smiled down at her.

“If there was ever a doubt in my mind,” he responded, placing a short kiss against her lips, “it’s all gone now.” Macy smiled at him, taking another deep breath. When she had told Stella her suspicion about Kevin smelling like heaven, she hadn’t been sure if she even believed it herself, but as she moved closer to him for another kiss she knew it was true. His scent overwhelmed her lungs, her brain, her very soul. Now there was no doubt, Kevin really did smell like heaven. She was glad she had a chance to find out.

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SORRY FOR THE SUCKY ENDING D:. IT JUST SEEMED LIKE A GOOD PLACE TO STOP. Especially since I’ve got three other projects to work on. If you liked this, please read Even Better, That Thing You Do and Unfaithful! Those are what I’ll be updating.

R&R

Just Like Kevin: Chapter 7 (This is never ending oh my god)

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

Sooo. I was sitting here and wondering, should I update or should I not update? Guess which one I picked. Go on. Guess.

Just Like Kevin

Chapter Seven

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Kevin shifted around in his seat, trying to get comfortable. He discovered that cars weren’t made to be comfortable to sleep in. Maybe he had made the wrong choice to stay in the car with Macy. Maybe he should’ve just woken her up. He shifted again, turning his body towards her.

She took a deep breath, her body shuddering a little. He watched as her head slipped a little against the window and a few strands of hair fell into her face. His heart raced and he concentrated on breathing as he reached across and moved the hair from her face. His fingers brushed against her warm skin and he felt butterflies erupt in his stomach. As he watched her there was no doubt in his mind that he had made the right choice.

Macy stirred slightly, mumbling something in her sleep and sighing. He found himself wondering what she was dreaming about and hoping that somehow he made an appearance in her dreams. It was beautiful like this. Just sitting in his car and watching her sleep.

Macy stirred again, her eyes fluttering open, unaware of Kevin watching her. She stretched, arching her back in away that made Kevin’s breathing hitch. She yawned and raised her arms over her head, yelping in panic as her hand hit the roof of Kevin’s car. She jumped in the seat and looked around frantically. Kevin swallowed hard, trying to get the mental image of her arching her back and the thoughts that came with it out of his mind.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Kevin remarked, with a smile on his face. He was glad he found his voice. Macy’s eyes went wide.

“Kevin…but…and…holy sh–rap!” Kevin looked at her, eyebrow raised. He wished he’d stop thinking about her stretching. It was making it hard to concentrate on the fact that she was panicking.

“Shrap?” He asked. It was the only thing he could thing to say, his mind still clouded with impure thoughts about the cute brunette that sat next to him. Macy ignored him, checking her watch.

“It’s eleven o’clock,Kevin!” She shrieked, “I’ve missed my morning classes!” Kevin frowned.

“I thought you’d appreciate me letting you sleep, so I stayed out here with you,” he responded, gripping the steering wheel and staring at the dash board. Stop thinking about Macy like that,he growled to himself in his thoughts, Think about…bears in bikinis…mmm Macy in a bi-crap. Macy’s heart fluttered. He let her sleep…andstayed with her?

“Wait…” Macy said, “you let me sleep through my morning classes?”-And stayed out here with me? Her heart fluttered again at that thought. Maybe he didn’t want to be just friends after all. Kevin kept his eyes glued on the dashboard and nodded.

“Yeah,” Kevin said, “You seemed really tired…and…you looked so peaceful-“and adorable-“I didn’t want to disturb you.” Macy didn’t know what to say. It was really sweet that he would let her sleep. Through her early classes. In his car. Alone. With him. She felt her face flush with color and she bit her lip.

“Oh,” she responded, willing the blush to go away, “That was kind of…sweet…I guess.” She stared down at her lap, pulling on the sleeves of her jacket nervously. Kevin bit his lip, wanting to say something, anything, but not sure what he should say.

“So…” They both began together, unable to take much more of the tense silence that was building between them. Kevin laughed nervously, glancing in Macy’s direction. Macy blushed and continued to stare down at her lap.

“Uh,” Kevin said after a few moments of silence, “You wanna just go ahead and ditch next period?” He asked, chewing his lip nervously. He hoped she said yes. He didn’t think he could get up in his condition. Let alone walk into the school. Why didn’t he keep a binder handy for these kind of moments? Macy turned and looked at him, confusion evident on her face.

“And do what?” She asked. Kevin felt a light blush creep up in his cheeks. I will not think impure thoughts about Macy Misa, Kevin chanted in his head, heart racing, I wont.

“Go out,” he said simply, before realizing how forward that sounded and immediately tagging, “for breakfast.” to the end. Kevin played with the purity ring on his finger nervously, waiting for her response. And trying to remind himself why thinking impure thoughts about a girl he was alone with in a car was so bad. Especiallyright now. When did he start to like her so much anyhow? He guessed it might’ve been the first time her heard her sing…

“You mean, brunch?” Macy asked, snapping him from his thoughts and motioning to the time on his dashboard.

“Or an early lunch,” Kevin remarked. Or maybe he started liking her when-Macy laughed and smiled at him, running her fingers through her hair self-consciously. Kevin concentrated on breathing.

“Whatever it is,” she began, “It’s so worth skipping my next class.” Kevin smiled awkwardly, reminding himself to take another breath as she ran a finger over her lips, checking her lip gloss. He wondered what flavor she used. Maybe she’d let him taste it…

“Where to?” He asked, pushing the last thought from his mind. Macy paused for a minute, wondering what she was in the mood for.

“I dunno,” she responded, tapping her bottom lip with her index finger. Kevin swallowed.

“What are you in the mood for?” he asked. Crap…he thought. He hoped she didn’t take that like he just thought it. I pledge allegiance to the flag…

“I could really go for some Starbucks right now,” she responded, “Their cinnamon rolls are addicting.” Kevin laughed this time, starting his car. He was glad that now he could stop concentrating on Macy and start concentrating on his driving.

“Addicting cinnamon rolls here we come,” he said, putting the car in reverse and backing out.

“I can’t believe we’re ditching,” she said with a mischievous giggle. Kevin smiled and shook his head.

“I can’t either,” he responded, pulling out of the school parking lot and onto the main road it was on, “but I’m glad that I am.”

“Why?” Macy asked with an amused look on her face. Kevin smiled sweetly, turning to look at her as the car slowed to a stop at a red light.

“Because,” he said, “I get to spend time with you.”

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Perverted chapter~ I’m so lame. I’m not ready for it to be over! I’m totally stalling DD:. PS. Can you find my Bubble Boy reference?

R&R!

Just Like Kevin: Chapter 5 (Wow old friends)

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

Irrevocablyamanduh, this is for you.

Just Like Kevin

Chapter Five

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Macy didn’t expect him to call, but that didn’t stop her from sitting next to her phone for two hours while she tried to concentrate on her homework. Every now and then she caught herself staring down at it’s tiny screen, waiting for an unknown number to pop up. This was seriously cutting into her homework time.

She had just gotten up to make a snack, convinced that if she didn’t take a break now she was going to be up all night trying to finish her English homework, when her phone went off. She tripped on her on two feet in her haste to make it to the table and fell to her knees on the hard floor.

Graceful as always, Macy,She thought, scrambling back to her feet and grabbing her phone to check the caller ID. It was Stella. She felt her heart sink a little, but answered it nonetheless.

“Hey Stella,” she said into the receiver, sounding sort of, well, crushed.

“Macy?” Someone that wasn’tStella asked from other end. In fact, it was a guy. Which struck Macy as a little strange.

“You’re not Stella…” Macy said, noting that the voice sounded familiar.

“I’m glad you could tell,” the voice said, amusement in his tone. Macy wondered what boy would be calling her from Ste-

“Kevin?” She asked, feeling the familiar wave of butterflies rise up in her chest and stomach.

“Hey, Macy,” He responded. Her heart was racing now. He called.

“You called,” She said, “I…I…” She had wanted to say that she didn’t expect him to call, but that didn’t seem like the right thing to say at that point. In fact, it seemed a little insulting.

“Yeah,” Kevin responded, “I said I’d call, remember?” Macy nodded before she realized he couldn’t see it through the phone.

“I remember,” she told him, pulling on the bottom of her shirt nervously.

“Sorry it took me so long,” he said, “Stella wouldn’t give me your number. So I had to hijack her phone-with a little help from Joe-and use it to call you. Let’s just say…Stella wasn’t happy.” Macy laughed. The image of her best friend having her phone wrestled from her hands was so amusing. Especially since Stella’s phone was like her life.

“How’d you get it from her?” Macy asked.

“Weeellll,” Kevin said, “Let’s just say that Joe found a way to keep her busy.” Macy bit her lip, wondering how Joe could possibly be keeping Stella busy. Her mind wandered to the fashion emergency thing that Stella had ranted about and she couldn’t help but smile. Would he really pull something like that again? She guessed he would. Joe was funny like that.

“Another fashion emergency?” She asked.

“Not exactly…” Kevin said.

“Then what?” She asked. She was dying to know at this point.

“Sooo,” Kevin said, ignoring her question and trying to change the subject, “How-” she cut him off.

“Kevin Lucas,” she growled, “what is your brother doing to my best friend?”

“Nothing bad,” Kevin blurted, “but…it’s the kind of thing you have to see for yourself.” Macy growled in frustration. He was being so cryptic that it was driving her mad.

“Fine,” she said, “Send me a picture.”

“I don’t think they would appreciate that.”

“Come on, Kevin,” She begged, “I wanna know! I hate not being in the loop!”

“Tomorrow,” he said, “you can see for yourself tomorrow.” Macy didn’t want to wait that long.

“Kevin,” she said, “why can’t you just tell me now?”

“You only have to wait until I pick you up tomorrow,” he told her. Macy blushed. She had almost forgotten about that.

“Oh,” was all she managed to say.

“I think you’ll be just as happy as Nick and I are about this.” Macy gasped, the whole thing finally clicking.

“Are you talking about what I thinkyou’re talking about?”

“Maybe,” Kevin said, drawing out the “a”.

“I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” she said, excited about what she might find out about Joe and Stella. But as she thought over her words, she immediately regretted saying it. He was going to know now. She probably just made it totally obvious. She opened her mouth to backtrack, but he spoke first-

“I can’t wait to see you either,” Kevin said. His voice was soft, somewhat adoring. Macy’s heart raced, her cheeks flushing a brilliant shade of red.

“Kevin?” She asked.

“Yeah?” He said. Macy bit her lip, debating on asking him the thing she had been dying to know for the past week.

“Do you…I mean…y’know…” She tried, kicking herself when the question didn’t come out right.

“Hold that thought,” Kevin said. Macy swallowed, trying to think of a way she could ask Kevin how he felt about her. Just as she had finally come up with the perfect way-

“I gotta go now, Macy, Stella wants her phone back” Kevin said, “I’ll see you in the morning.” Drat.

“Oh,” Macy said, “Okay. Bye.” Macy hung up her phone and tossed it back on the table, plopping down into her chair.

“Stupid Stella,” she muttered, running her fingers through he hair and staring at the ceiling. Tomorrow was going to be a long, and possibly very awkward day.

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Joella kick, apparently. I fail.

Just Like Kevin: Chapter 4 (And none of these people cared about me, so)

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

This is for irrevocablyamanduh and suburbs who inspire me so much. Oh, and thiscoffeeshop too, who reminded me that I need to update this like…a week ago. And keeps me incredibly entertained with all of her awesome JONAS stories.

Just Like Kevin

Chapter Four

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When they got to the car, Macy watched with wide eyes as Kevin stopped beside the passenger door, opening it and stepping aside for her to get in.

“Th-thanks, Kev,” She whispered as she ducked into the passenger seat of his car. He lingered by her door, making sure she was all the way in before he shut it and made his way to the driver’s side, opening his own door and climbing into the car.

“Where do you live?” He asked, putting his keys into the ignition and putting his seat belt on. Macy swallowed hard, clearing her throat and giving him the directions to her house. Kevin listened intently before he backed out of his parking space and the two of them left the school.

For most of the ride, they were silent. Macy was almost dying of nervousness and Kevin was trying to think of something to say. He watched out of the corner of his eye as she played with the sleeves of his jacket.

“Are you still cold?” He asked, reaching towards the heater to turn it up. Instinctively, Macy reached out and grabbed his hand to stop him from turning up the heater. It was hot enough in there already. She blushed at that thought.

“No,” she responded, “I’m not cold anymore, thanks.”

“Oh,” Kevin responded, looking at where her small hand was still wrapped around his and then back to the road and then back again. Macy looked at him and then in the direction he had just glanced, realizing that she was still holding his hand. She gasped, releasing it and turning her face towards the window so she could blush in peace.

“Sorry,” she muttered, still staring out the window.

“It’s okay,” Kevin said, smiling to himself. She wanted to hold his hand, that was definitely a plus. Joe would be proud. Macy composed herself and turned away from the window to look at him.

“Are you sure?” She asked, willing herself not to blush again.

“Yeah,” Kevin responded. Macy bit her lip. This whole day was starting to get even more awkward-if that was even humanly possible at this point. An awkward silence settled over them, both of them wracking their brains for something to say.

“Uh,” Macy and Kevin said together. Kevin turned and looked at her for a second before turning back to the road. He smiled a little, laughing. Macy laughed too.

“What were you going to say?” Kevin asked, turning onto her road.

“I don’t know,” Macy responded, laughing again, “It was just too quiet.”

“Yeah,” Kevin said, “which house is yours?”

“Keep going,” Macy said, “it’s a long way down.”

“Oh,” Kevin said, turning slightly to smile at her, “gives us more time to talk.” He winked at her and she blushed, staring down at her feet.

“What did you want to talk about?” She asked, playing with the sleeves on his jacket again.

How cute you look in that jacket, He thought, smirking to himself.

“How was practice?” He asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

“Oh,” Macy said, sucking on her bottom lip, Kevin caught that out of the corner of his eye and inhailed sharply, “Not so great.”

“Why’s that?” Kevin asked. Macy swallowed, pulling on the cuffs of his jacket nervously. What was she supposed to tell him? “I was too busy thinking about you to concentrate on playing basketball?” Or “I was thinking of how hot yo-” Her face flushed and she cleared her throat, trying to push that thought from her mind.

“I couldn’t concentrate,” she muttered, cheeks flushing more.

“Why?” He asked.

Oh god,Macy thought. She had been afraid of that question.

“I’ve had a lot on my mind lately,” she admitted.

“Like what?” He asked. What? Was he determinedto get somethingout of her? Macy turned and stared at him in disbelief.

“Just stuff, Kevin,” She said in a way that told him not to ask about it anymore. Kevin got her hint and changed the subject.

“You took a long time in the shower…” He said and Macy looked at him with him, eyebrows raised. Kevin mentally kicked himself for that statement. Now she was going to think he was stalking her or something.

“Did you time me?” She asked, an amused look on her face.

Yes,Kevin thought, “No,” he said, trying not to look nervous. He was just bored.

That’s why you waited for her? His mind practically screamed at him. His nostrils flared and he sighed. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to convince himself that he waited for her after practice because he wanted to be friends with her, but that didn’t mean he was ready to admit what he really felt. Especially since he didn’t think Macy felt the same way.

He snuck a glance at her and she was still staring at him, same amused expression on her face. He wondered what she was thinking about.

“Stop!” Macy said. Kevin slammed on the brakes, and stared at her.

“What?” He asked, eyes wide. Macy blushed a little.

“This is my house,” she responded, pointing to the driveway to the left of him.

“Oh,” he responded, turning the car so he could pull up into her driveway.

“Thanks for the ride,” Macy said once he had stopped, unbuckling her seat belt and getting out of the car before he could even manage to put it in park.

“Macy, wait!” He called, rolling down her window. Macy stopped and turned around to look at him.

“Yeah?” She asked, really wanting to get away from this whole situation. She was starting to feel nervous again. This was crazy.

“Can I pick you up in the morning?” He blurted, mentally kicking himself again.

“Oh,” Macy said, her face flushing, “Yeah…okay…”

“Cool,” Kevin said, flashing her a smile. Macy smiled back at him and turned around to walk to her front door. “One more thing…” Kevin said, not willing to let her go yet.

“Yeah?” Macy asked, turning back around. She wished he would just hurry up and go, didn’t ge know how nervous this whole situation was making her?

“Can I call you tonight?” Macy’s heart almost stopped beating.

“U-uh…” She stuttered, “I…you don’t have my number…” And she was pretty sure she couldn’t remember it right now.

“I can get it from Stella,” he offered. Macy blushed again, her heart pounding. Kevin Lucas of JONAS wanted to call her. This…this…she didn’t even know whatthis was.

“Oh,” she said, flashing him an uncertain smile, “Okay, sure.” Kevin smiled back, rolling up the window and backing out of her driveway as she ran to her front door.

Oh god,she thought once she was inside of her house, leaning against the front door in order to catch her breath, this has to be the most embarrassing day of my life.

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Yeah. OOC. I don’t know what happened really. I’m just kind of sitting here and going “Maybe they should deny their feelings for awhile. That seems fun.” I really hope this is okay D:. I’m kind of not impressed with this chapter.

Just Like Kevin: Chapter 3 (I have nothing witty to say about this)

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

Yes. thiscoffeeshop is not impressed with my having Macy faint. Which is why I feel the need to update again because I’m craving some Kevin/Macy goodness. And I really feel like writing right now. Yes.

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Kevin caught her right before she hit the ground and cradled her body against his chest. He stared down at her, once he had regained his balance. He felt his heard begin to race at the sight of her cheek pressed against his shoulder. This would be more satisfying if she was awake. He stared at her peaceful face for awhile, trying to memorize every feature he could. Then her head lulled to the side, and he gasped by the sudden movement, moving one his his hands to support her neck.

“Kevin…” She whispered. He swallowed and stared at her face. Her eyes were still closed. She must’ve been sleep-talking. He wondered what she was dreaming about.

After another minute of standing there and watching her, she shifted in his arms again, her eyes fluttering open.

“K-kevin?” She asked.

“Yeah,” He said, smiling down at her before continuing, “Can you stand?” Macy blushed and swallowed.

“Y-yeah,” she squeaked. Her heart was thundering as he lowered her to the floor gingerly.

“I’m glad I caught you before you fell all the way down,” Kevin said, “This floor is pretty hard.” She stared at him, a rose tint still present on her cheeks. He found himself smiling again, wishing that he still had her cradled in his arms, staring down at her sleeping face with those long eyelashes and gorgeous pink lips.

“I’m sorry I fainted,” she said, bending over to pick up his jacket and hand it to him. He held his hand up.

“No, it’s okay,” he said, “Keep the jacket, you’re still shaking.” Macy chewed on her lower lip nervously, staring down at Kevin’s jacket. “It’s okay,” he repeated, “really.” Macy sighed, slipping the jacket on. Kevin smirked at how cute she looked with his jacket on. It was obviously too big for her, the sleeves basically swallowed her hands.

Macy buried her face in the collar of his jacket and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. His scent certainly was heavenly, but that also could’ve been because the jacket was so warm.

“It’s really warm,” she said shyly, smiling up at him, “thanks.” Kevin smiled back.

“I wasn’t going to let you freeze to death,” he responded, reaching out to touch her shoulder.

Breathe, Macy,she reminded herself as she took a deep, shuddering breath.

“I don’t know if I’d actually y’know, freeze to death,” she responded.

“Still,” he said, flashing her a smile, “Don’t want to take that chance.”

Don’t faint, Macy,she thought to herself, The guy that you’ve got a major crush on is just touching your shoulder and smiling at you. It’s no big deal.

“Yeah…” she said, blushing again, her heart thundering wildly in her chest.

“Do you want me to take you home?” Kevin asked, dropping his hand from her shoulder. Macy laughed nervously.

“N-no,” she said, “That’s okay, Kev, I’ll just walk home, it’s not that far…and I don’t want to burden y-” He held up a hand again to silence her.

“No, it’s no burden,” he said, “I wantto.” Macy laughed nervously again. Kevin, the guy she was falling really hard for was about to give her a ride home from school.

“Okay,” she said, “I’d love for you to take me home.” Kevin smiled widely.

“Great,” he said, grabbing her hand, “Come on, I’ll show you where my car is.” Macy swallowed hard, hoping she didn’t faint before they got to the car.

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Uggggghh. I feel like everything is really OOC. This is a filler though =). And I’m half asleep right now, I just wanted to make sure I updated it. I wanted to try and update Secret Admirer again too, but I’m about to keel over. So. thiscoffeeshop, I hope you know I love you this much.

Just Like Kevin: Chapter 2 (This old writing says so much about me)

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

Well, I’m finally getting around to writing the second chapter of Just Like Kevin! I’ve been kind of dreading it because I lack ideas for this story! It’s like, trying to get from point A to point B has taken the fun out of writing this.

Not sure if I’ll stick with the original ending. I might pull some bits from it, but I like just having things be spontaneous.

Not to mention, my best friend keeps dissing JONAS, so it’s kind of hard for me to write stuff knowing she hates the show (that she’s never watched) so much that she’ll probably never read these :(.

Also, thiscoffeeshop, this is for you.

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“So, what kelp project were you talking about, Macy?” Nick asked once Stella and Joe walked off, still in a heated argument. Macy snapped back to reality.

“Look at the time,” Macy said checking her watch and laughing nervously, “I’m going to be late for…” she paused, trying to think of something she could be late for, “dinner.” And with that she took off.

“That was…weird…” Nick said, watching Macy dash down the hallway, not noticing something fall from her back pack.

“Yeah,” Kevin said, leaning down the pick something up off the floor, “She dropped her pencil.” Nick stared down at his brother. “What?” he asked.

“Nothing, Kev,” Nick said, turning and walking up the staircase and to his next, and final, class of the day.

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Macy was breathing heavily, trying to keep her head in the game. It was just practice, but she still liked to have the upper hand. But she found it hard to concentrate with you know whoblocking her brain.

“What’s wrong with you Misa?” Her couch called when she had missed a pass. She stared at her coach helplessly, lost in her thoughts about the oldest Lucas brother. Her obsession had never been this bad or this distracting before. Sports had always been her outlet. Now she was getting distracted everywhere. She was certain now, even though she might have been certain before…that she had feelings for Kevin other than friendship and other than him being one third of her favorite band.

“My head just isn’t in the game today coach,” she said when her coach had blown the whistle to signal the end of practice. “I’ll do better tomorrow.”

“You better, Misa,” her coach said, taking the basketball she held from her, “now go hit the showers.” Macy smiled weakly.

“Yes coach,” she said, racing off to join her teammates in the locker room.

You know that feeling you get when you walk into the room and everyone shuts up? The one where you know everyone had been talking about you? Well, this was exactly what Macy Misa, star athlete and JONAS number one superfan was feeling when she walked into the locker room. She knew she had sucked on the court today, but she didn’t know her sucking was really all that gossip worthy. She flashed her teammates the same weak smile she had given to her coach and got her things, racing for the showers.

That was awkward.

She usually liked to keep her showers brief, but today she was trying to stay in there for as long as she could. She didn’t want to face her teammates again. Not after the awkward moment from earlier. Not to mention it gave her more time to think, to investigate her feelings. Well, until the water ran ice cold and she was struggling to rince the conditioner out of her hair while taking deep, gulping breaths and trying to think of a warm place. Like being in Kevin’s a-okay, another warm place. Like the desert. That was better.

Once she had successfully finished washing her hair, she wrapped her towel around her, and still shivering, struggled to get dressed. When she had finished, she was relieved to see that all of her teammates were now gone. Probably at home or on their way home. It just made it that much easier for her to pack up the rest of her things and get out of there. Without another awkward moment.

She took one last look around the locker room, making sure she had everything and then exited. She started to make her way towards the front doors of the school, but stopped when she saw the person she least wanted to see right now in the whole world. So much for not having a second awkward moment.

“Hey Macy,” Kevin said once he had noticed her. She swallowed, watching as he pushed himself away from the wall he had been leaning on and walked towards her.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, her eyes wide. Something he could easily misinterpret as a fangirl stare, but what she was feeling right now wasn’t fangirl anything. It was genuine nervousness. She felt like she was going to faint or throw up. Or both. She hoped it was neither, but that wasn’t how logic worked in her world.

“I was in the neighborhood,” he said with a grin. She swooned inwardly, her heart pounding. She was finding it hard to breathe. All the symptoms of a fangirl moment, but this time something felt newer, different from all the previous times. Other than the fact that she hadn’t caused Kevin physical harm of any kind. Yet.

“Were you waiting for me?” She asked. She was shaking now. That was new. She brushed it off as shivering from the cold water she had just showered in. It had nothing to do with Kevin as far as she was concerned.

“Well,” Kevin said, grinning again and holding out a pencil, “you dropped this earlier.”

“Oh,” Macy said, taking the pencil from him, hand still shaking embarrassingly, “thanks.”

“Are you okay?” Kevin asked, noticing now that she was shivering.

“Ran out of hot water,” she said, smiling, “I guess I’m still a little…cold.” Kevin frowned, taking off his jacket and draping it over her shoulders, his hand brushing against her neck gently as he pulled it back.

And the world went black again.

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There ya go, thiscoffeeshop. I decided to add a little touch in there just for you. I really need to write something more sensual. This second chapter is so much different from the first. I mean, it’s kind of the same, but it feels so different. I think there’s just a ton of awkwardness in this chapter.

Just Like Kevin: a JONAS fanfiction

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

Just Like Kevin

Disclaimer:I don’t own JONAS or the market for hilarious song parody names. I’m pretty sure those belong to Disney and Weird Al.

Summary:JONAS; Spoilers for episode 7, fashion victim. “I always imagined Kevin smelled like heaven, it must be true, because it rhymes!” Kevin/Macy.

Author’s notes:If Kevin and Macy don’t end up becoming canon, I am going to be soooo crushed.

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Macy sat in her room huddled over a huge mess of pictures and craft supplies. She was trying to find a good enough picture of Stella and Van Dyke to turn into a pop up like the one she had of the band JONAS, but she kept getting distracted by thoughts of the Lucas brothers. Or more specifically, Kevin Lucas.

Her mind kept wandering back to the conversation she had with Stella earlier that day. The one where Stella had yammered on about Van Dyke, who in Macy’s professional opinion, was nowhere near the cutest boy in school, but she wasn’t going to tell Stella that. Anyways, during that conversation Macy had interjected Stella’s obsessive talking with some obsessive talking of her own in which she had admitted that she always thought Kevin would smell like heaven. Stella looked freaked out by her obsessive interjection, but said nothing, continuing on with Van Dyke and Macy continued to listen. Even though she had been somewhat distracted by a certain JONAS band member that had captured her eye.

Stella hadn’t noticed her distracted, very distant responses, though. She just continued to talk about Van Dyke and how great he was. Even though it was obvious she didn’t want to be with him as much as she wanted to be with Joe Lucas. It was obvious to everyone but them. Most great relationships were like that. She wondered if she and Kevin were like that. Even though she doubted he even knew anything about her feelings. Well, he might’ve known that she was obsessed with him as, Kevin Lucas a member of JONAS, but not that she had feelings for Kevin Lucas, the boy from school.

After a long time, Macy finally decided on a cute enough picture of Stella and Van Dyke for the pop up and set to work straight away. She couldn’t wait to see Stella’s face when she presented it to her tomorrow. She just hoped by then Stella was still interested in Van Dyke and not some other guy. High school relationships were so fickle. She hoped that she and Kevin would be together for a long time. She couldn’t imagine why they wouldn’t be. Their relationship made perfect sense, but maybe to Stella she and Van Dyke made perfect sense too. Macy sighed, trying not to think about the ups and downs of teen relationships.

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Stella had been too preoccupied arguing with Joe to receive the pop up she had asked for. So Macy just sat on the stairs, watching them bicker about whatever it was they were fighting about. She was pretty sure that at this point they didn’t even know, but yelling at each other brought out the tension they seemed to have acquired between each other over the years they had been friends.

It was hard seeing her best friend argue with one of the members of her favorite band, but she was too preoccupied with feeling kind of upset that Stella had blown her off and thinking about Kevin. She sighed dreamily, absently wondering what he was doing right that very minute. She was so distracted, in fact, she hadn’t noticed when he came and sat beside her, lifting the Stella/Van Dyke pop up from her lap and opening it.

“Is that Stella and Joe?” He asked suddenly, snapping Macy out of her thoughts as well as snapping Joe and Stella out of their argument. Macy felt the familiar nervousness rise up inside of her and she felt her heart pound. She was practically touching a member of JONAS. He was sitting right next to her, holding a pop up of Joe and Stel-she blinked. Wasn’t that supposed to be Stella and Van Dyke?

“It is,” Nick said, staring over his oldest brother’s shoulder. Macy was frozen, not certain of what kind of reaction she should have to this. All three of the members of JONAS and Stella were staring at her, waiting for some kind of explanation. She was having a very hard time thinking of one. Or even breathing for that matter. Stella reached down and plucked the pop up out of Kevin’s hand and stared at it.

“What is this?” She asked, a little confused. Macy tried to concentrate on breathing. She took a deep breath, reminding herself to stay calm and try to explain to Stella what might’ve happened. And not to ramble. She laughed nervously.

“Well, you see, you asked me to make you a pop up of you and Van Dyke-” she took another deep breath-“and I was distracted last night thinking about Ke-” her forehead creased in frustration. So much for not rambling, Macy, she thought before continuing-“Kelp-” that seemed like a good enough excuse, she stole a glance at Kevin who was waiting for her to continue-“you know, that kelp paper for biology that was due? Anyways, I guess I was so distracted thinking about Kev-kelp-“she could’ve kicked herself for almost slipping up again, stupid nerves-“I must’ve mistook Joe for Van Dyke.” She sighed with relief, finally finished with her very long explanation of what might’ve happened.

“What kelp project?” Nick asked, “Don’t we have the same biology class.” Macy could’ve died when he said that. Didn’t he know she was trying to hide the fact that she had been thinking a little too much about Kevin lately?

“It’s…” Macy began, looking at Kevin again, who arched his eyebrow. He was so cute when he did that. She resisted the urge to smile and sigh dreamily and continued, “A special project…for extra credit…I’m doing very poorly in that class.”

“Macy, you have straight A’s,” Stella said. What she wouldn’t give to have a bowing ball right this second. Her heart was pounding wildly now, trying to think of another excuse. This was getting ridiculous. Didn’t they know she was trying not go have a fangirl moment with all three of them…and Stella…being so close to her? Especially Kevin. His brown eyes gazing at her expectantly. It was hard not to get distracted with daydreams.

“I-I…” She said, trying to will herself to faint. It wasn’t working. Well, this was lame. She only fainted when she didn’t want to faint. How exactly was that fair?

“Whatever,” Stella said, finally, staring down at the pop up again and smiling, “It’s kind of cute.” Joe glanced at her.

“You think I’m cute?” He asked. Stella turned to him and glared.

“I didn’t say that,” she spat.

“So you don’t think I’m cute?” Joe asked, sparking a whole new argument between them.

Ah, Macy thought, focusing on Joe and Stella, almost forgetting that the two other members of JONAS were right next to her, Normalcy.

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Ending notes:I figured I’d end it there. I’ve already written the end, so…I just need to get there…somehow. I have a feeling this is gonna be a long ‘un.

Fangirl Moment: A JONAS oneshot

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

Fangirl Moment

Disclaimer:I do not own JONAS.

Summary:JONAS; Macy almost gives Joe away at the mall. Macy x Joe.

Author’s Notes:I seem to be a tad bit obsessed. This is like the second thing I’ve uploaded tonight.

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“Okay mom,” Macy called across the crowded boutique to where her mother was waiting for her to acknowledge what she said before she left her daughter to shop for herself. Macy flitted around the store, picking up things and putting them back down. She was supposed to be shopping for some new jeans, but she figured she’d go ahead and just get a new outfit altogether. Especially since JONAS concert that she had just bought tickets to was coming up and she wanted to look cute.

She picked up a top from one of the piles and held it up to her, looking at the way it hung on her in the reflective metal of the pillar she was standing next to. She smiled when she noticed it looked good and twirled, accidentally catching someone that stood behind her with her elbow.

“Oof,” the person grunted, falling to the floor. Macy tensed, dropping the shirt and turning to the person frantically.

“Oh my gosh,” she said, “I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to-” she stopped short, noticing who the person was. It was Joe Lucas of JONAS, laying there on the floor next to her feet, scrambling to get his sunglasses and hat back on before anyone else noticed him. Macy squealed.

“Ohmygod,” she said, taking weird squealy breaths. Joe winced and waved at her to stop.

“Macy,” he said in a harsh whisper, “Macy, shhh. Please don’t give me away.” Macy held her breath and looked down at him, he sighed with relief and smiled at her. A second later she fainted. Joe sighed, staring at the cute brunette that had fallen next to him.

“Great,” he muttered, getting to his feet, “well, at least that shut her up.” He stared down at her, tilting his head to one side, debating on whether to leave her there on the floor or find a way to take her out of there with him. He looked around him. People were staring. He definitely couldn’t leave her there. He hoped she was light enough to carry.

He knelt down next to her, rolling her over onto her stomach and lifting her so that her body was pressed against his. He found himself smiling, wondering what her reaction would be if he did this to her while she was still awake. He dismissed the thought, though, almost as soon as it has presented itself and hoisted Macy over his shoulder and into the fireman’s carry. He had to smile at that too. Who knew a famous pop star that lived in an old fire house would someday have to use the fireman’s carry on one of his fans? That was just too funny.

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“Uh, is she okay?” Kevin asked when Joe showed up at the firehouse, Macy still slung over his shoulder.

“She’s fine,” he said, “We just had a little mishap at the mall and I had to drive her back here, no big.” Joe slung Macy from his shoulder and into the couch, smiling down at her for a brief moment before laying a blanket over her.

“How long has she been out?” Kevin asked.

“Ten minutes,” Joe said, lifting her head slightly before sitting down and placing her head in his lap. Kevin looked at his brother questioningly. Joe looked up an arched an eyebrow. “What?” He asked and Kevin motioned to the fact that he now had Macy’s head in his lap, “I’m just trying to make sure she’s okay.”

“Alright, dude,” Kevin said, exiting the room to leave the two of them alone. Joe smiled softly to himself as he watched her rest, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. She was so cute when she wasn’t causing them injury. Which was most of the time she was awake, come to think of it.

Macy stirred in his lap slightly and he tensed. She buried her face in his stomach and sighed. He smiled down at her and started to relax again, a second later she sat up quickly, cracking him in the chin with her forehead.

“Ow,” she muttered, pressing her palm to her forehead.

“Got that right,” Joe responded, rubbing his chin. Macy jumped at the sound of his voice, looking around at her surroundings frantically.

“Where am I?” She asked, turning to look at Joe.

“You’re at the firehouse,” he told her, checking his hand for blood. When he saw none, he began to rub his chin again, wincing.

“The firehouse where the Lucas brothers of JONAS live?” She asked, as if Joe sitting next to her wasn’t proof enough of where she was at. He gave her a look of disbelief.

“Duh,” he responded, which was really the only thing he could say. That was a stupid question.

“Oh my Lucas,” she breathed, going into fangirl mode again. Joe winced again, feeling suddenly uncomfortable near the girl he had just watched sleep for about fifteen minutes.

“Macy,” Joe said calmly, “breathe, okay? In with the good air, out with the weird air, got me?” Macy nodded, a huge smile on her face. Then she turned and noticed the blanket that covered her, genuinely smiling when she noticed it was covered with otters playing the trumpet. That was so Kevin. Joe watched her as she smoothed her fingers over the blanket, wondering what had changed in her mind to make her seem more calm and, well, normal.

“Macy?” He asked in a whisper.

“This is Kevin’s blanket isn’t it?” She asked, looking back at Joe. Joe’s forehead crinkled, surprised and a little bit frustrated by her question.

“Yeah,” he said, “why?” She turned back to the blanket and sighed happily.

“I could tell,” she responded, “the otter with a trumpet is so him.” Joe clenched his jaw in frustration. What about Kevin made her whole demeanor change in just a few seconds? After all, Joe was the one who had put the blanket on her in the first place. He was the one who had saved her from lying on the floor in the boutique, the other people staring at her. Quite possibly poking her with a stick. He scoffed when she smiled again, annoyed by the way she was behaving. She turned and looked at him.

“What?” She asked. He shook his head, crossing his arms across his chest. She arched an eyebrow. “Are you okay, Joe?” She asked, still calm due to the effect that Kevin had over her.

“Fine,” He responded. He didn’t know why he was acting like this. Well, okay, he did, but he didn’t want to admit why he was acting like this. Owning up to it would mean he would be admitting to himself and to Macy Misa that he wanted nothing more than to be the person she thought of that made her smile the way she smiled when she thought about his brother. Not the obsessed fangirl smile that was often times accompanied with hyperventilating or loud squealing, by then genuine “in love” smile that she gave that stupid blanket.

“You don’t…seem fine,” she pushed, turning so that she was sitting next to him, her body pressing against his side slightly. He felt his breath hitch. Was this what it was like to have a fangirl moment?

“Trust me,” he responded, finding that his voice was doing the high-pitched thing Kevin’s did when he was lying. He cleared his throat. “Trust me,” he began again, “I’m fine.”

“Mmhm,” she said, not fully believing him. “How’d I get here anyway?” She asked, tilting her head upward to study Joe’s face. She was still calm, he noticed, but he found it hard for him to be thankful for that since it wasn’t of his own doing. It was nice that she was talking to him as a person and all, but he didn’t like the idea of her being more interested in his brother than she was in him. Did that make him a bad person?

He looked down at her, which was probably a bad idea. He studied her eyes, her nose, her lips and he felt something rise up inside of him. Had he always been so attracted to his best friends, well, best friend? He took a sudden deep breath, trying to remind himself that oxygen was good and that he should keep breathing. Macy blinked, eyes shifting focus from Joe’s own eyes to his lips where he had just drawn a breath. She wondered if she was making him nervous. That would be a strange turn of events, especially since she was the one who was always nervous around him.

“Well,” Joe began, remembering that she had just asked him a question, “you kind of passed out in that store…” he trailed off, watching as a slight blush formed across her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry!” She said, flustered by the memory of knocking him over when she was twirling in the store. Joe bit his lip.

“It’s okay,” he said, adding in his head At least your calm now, even if I am more annoyed by that than I should be. She stared at him for a long moment, waiting for him to continue. “Oh yeah,” he said, realizing he still hadn’t answered he question, “After you passed out, I lifted you up into a fireman’s carry and took you to my car and then to here.” Macy sighed. That was so typical of JONAS’ number one superfan. Fainting in the very presence of one of the brothers.

Nice job, Macy, she thought bitterly, looking away from Joe and back down at the blanket covering her legs. Joe felt some jealousy rise up in him again, wondering what it was about Kevin that made her feel so much more secure than his presence did. Maybe it was just the thought of Kevin? He wasn’t here after all.

“Oh crap!” Macy shouted, standing to her feet, “my mom is still at the mall!” She whipped out her cell phone and dialed her mom’s number. Joe watched her for a moment before his eyes settled on the blanket that had fallen from her lap.

“Mom?” Macy said into the receiver. Her mom shouted some kind of frantic reply into her ear.

“I’m sorry, mom!” She said, “I fainted and Joe Lucas brought me back to his house…” Her mother said something again, calmer this time.

“Yeah, mom,” she said, “yeah, I’m fine now. Joe is keeping my company.” The woman’s once shrill voice had finally returned to normal.

“I guess I could,” she said, putting her hand over the receiver and turning to Joe, “Can I hang out here for awhile while my mom finishes up her shopping?” She asked. Joe smiled inwardly. Maybe he could get to where he had the same effect over Macy that Kevin did. Even though he knew the fact that he didn’t have it in the first place was going to drive him nuts.

“Yeah,” Joe said, trying to be cool, “That’d be cool.”

“He said, yeah, mom,” she responded, “Okay. Okay. Love you too. See you when you get here. Bye.” She hit the end button on her phone and plopped back down on the couch. Joe resisted the urge to put his arm around her. He didn’t want to send her back into fangirl mode after she had just calmed down and started acting normal. He liked normal Macy. She was easier to talk to.

“Where’s Stella at?” Macy asked, suddenly, looking around the living room, “Isn’t she, like, always here?” Joe sighed.

“Not always,” he said. Stella was the last thing he wanted to think about with her best friend sitting next to him, her arm pressing against his.

“I thought she told me she would be here today,” Macy said.

“She was here earlier,” Joe responded, wondering when she was going to stop worrying about Stella and relax.

“Oh,” she said, mind wandering back to a few minutes earlier when his breathing had hitched due to her touch. He probably thought she hadn’t noticed, but she did and now she was eager to experiment. For a second though, she paused, wondering where the new calmness she felt was coming from. She smiled slightly when she realized the change of pace from freaking out about where she was and who she was with has turned into her smiling at the odd blanket she was covered under. She guessed it was then that she started to reevaluate the situation. Maybe it had finally clicked that the Lucas brothers were more than just stars, they were real people who knew where to get blankets with trumpet playing otters on them.

“Joe?” She asked, scooting closer to him so that she overlapped his arm.

“H-huh?” He asked, finding it harder to breathe than usual. Wasn’t this usually Nick’s department? Girls didn’t usually make The (self-proclaimed) Joe Lucas nervous. Macy smiled, leaning her head against his chest. Joe swallowed hard.

“Where’d you guys find that blanket?” She felt Joe’s arm slip around her waist. He wondered if she was secretly enjoying what she was doing to him, or if she knew what she was doing at all. Maybe she was trying to apologise? Or maybe he just needed to accept this for what it was.

“Not sure,” he lied. Stella had made that blanket for Kevin awhile ago. He just somehow felt that mentioning Stella would ruin the moment. Macy pulled away from him slightly, looking directly into his eyes.

“Really?” She asked. His heart pounded.

“Yeah,” he said, “Kevin got it as a gift.” Macy licked her lips. Suddenly they had started to feel dry. Joe swallowed, breaking eye contact to watch her tongue slide along the pink contour of her lip. He wondered if she knew that that did to him. Probably not.

“From who?” she asked, straightening up a bit more, but still staying close. Joe almost whimpered. She wanted this moment to be ruined, didn’t she?

“I don’t know,” he said, his voice sounded distant to him. Her touch had practically turned his brain to mush.

“Oh,” she said, licking her lips again and watching his reaction. Again, he swallowed, watching her tongue with interest.

“Do you want to kiss me, Joe?” She asked, straddling his lap and realizing that at this moment, he was practically putty in her hands. Now, Macy Misa wasn’t the manipulative type, but somehow seeing Joe at her mercy like this made her want to be. She had never had this kind of power over any guy before, let alone a famous-she stopped in the middle of that thought, feeling her heart begin to pound.

Keep it together, Macy, she thought to herself, avoiding thinking anything other than there was a cute boy gazing up at her adoringly.

“Yes,” he whispered in response to her question and she couldn’t help but smile, gripping his face in her hands. He stared at her, finding it hard to breathe.

“Well?” She asked, feeling his arms snake around her waist, pulling her into him, “What are you waiting for, Joe Lucas?” She closed her eyes and leaned down, just close enough to where he could easily close the distance between them if he wanted to. Joe watched her for a moment, wanting to remember the way she looked with her eyes closed, lips parted slightly, waiting for him to kiss her and then he leaned in and covered her lips with his.

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Ending Notes:Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?

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