Just Like Kevin: Chapter 6 (Well…he IS a Trump supporter, so)

I haven’t updated this in like five days. I haven’t been in much of a Kacy mood. Considering I’m kind of peeved at Kevin. Grr.

Just Like Kevin

Chapter Six

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Macy was having trouble sleeping, her thoughts drifting off to a million scenarios on what might happen when Kevin picked her up in the morning. Her heart was racing at the prospect of it. She rolled over and checked the clock by her bed. The readout warned her that it was now officially 5am and she only had two more hours to sleep. She rolled back over and groaned, trying to clear her mind of all things Kevin and go to sleep. She couldn’t do it. He had practically taken over her thoughts.

An hour and a half later, Macy gave up trying to sleep. She got up and stomped around her room, rummaging through her clothing and trying to find which uniform would be the perfect one to wear. She figured if she wasn’t going to sleep, she might as well look good when he came to get her. Stella would be proud. She was still trying to pick out what she should wear when he alarm clock went off, warning her that she only had an hour to finish getting ready for school. She grabbed the first thing she had been considering and ran towards her bathroom. Today was going to be interesting to say the least.

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Kevin showed up at her house at 8am on the dot. And, like a gentleman, he came to the door and waited for her downstairs. Macy rushed downstairs to meet him, her foot catching on the last step. She cried out as she fell, closing her eyes and bracing herself for impact, but she didn’t hit the floor. Instead-she opened her eyes-she ended up in Kevin’s arms. That was the second time she’d been in his arms. Her face flushed and she looked down at her feet.

“Whoops,” she muttered, blush still present on her face. Kevin chuckled.

“You okay?” He asked, helping her get back onto her feet. She nodded, still blushing and looking down. This was a lousy start to the day she spent daydreaming about throughout all last night. “You sure?” He asked, genuinely concerned for her welfare.

“I’m sure,” she said, turning her face up so her eyes could meet his.

Big mistake, she thought breathlessly, big, big, big, big,bigmistake. Kevin stared back at her, unaware of her condition. She swayed slightly, breaking his gaze and staring down at her carpet.

“We should go,” she said, walking towards the door. He grabbed her wrist.

“Wait,” he said, spinning her so that she was facing him. Macy swallowed hard, keeping her eyes on his shoes. His very nice, probably really expensive, shoes. “Before we go…” he trailed off a bit, staring down at her and wondering silently why she was staring at his shoes, “what did you want to ask me last night?”

“I…I,” she sputtered, “I don’t remember…” Kevin stared at her in confusion.

“Come on, Macy,” Kevin said, “we’re friends, you can ask me anything.” Macy’s heart broke when he told her she was his friend. She didn’t know why that hurt so much, but she was guessing it had something to do with the fact that she wanted to be so much more than friends with him.

“I already got your answer then,” she responded, turning away from him and heading towards the door where her satchel was. Kevin was even more confused at this point. What answer? What was she even talking about? Instead of voicing his confusion, though, he followed after her, through her front door and to his car.

Kevin opened the door for her, just like he had done the previous day and waited for her to get all the way in before he closed it. Macy sighed as she waited for him to make his way around the car to the driver’s side. Her heart felt crushed, she couldn’t believe that she had waited all night for nothing. She had to laugh a little when she realized how emo she sounded. She hoped this whole emotional kick was just her being cranky.

Kevin got into the car and turned to look at her. She stared out the windshield, refusing to meet his gaze. He sighed and started the car, backing out of her driveway and heading towards the school.

For most of the ride there, they were silent. But finally, it was Kevin who broke it.

“Macy,” he said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, “I, uh,” he said, biting his lip, “I still want to know what that question was.” She didn’t answer. “Macy?” He asked, stopping at a stop sign and turning to look directly at her while he waited in a line of cars to make it to their school. Her eyes were closed and her head was leaning against his window. He smiled softly. She must’ve had a bad night.

When he got to the school he parked and checked the time. They had a few more minutes, he noticed, turning back to look at the still sleeping Macy. He didn’t want to have to wake her up. She looked so cute like that. Her damp hair was sticking to her face, her pink lips slightly parted, her eyes shut softly. He sighed, smiling at the sight of her asleep next to him.

He wondered if she would be upset if he just let her sleep. He decided she wouldn’t be too upset, so long as he stayed with her.

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Crappy chapter! I promise a real update EVENTUALLY. R&R!

Just Like Kevin: Chapter 5 (Wow old friends)

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)

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 2 (This old writing says so much about me)

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

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

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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Secret Admirer: Chapter 6 (The exciting? conclusion)

Pretty sure I’m on a roll right now. So I figured, why not update Secret Admirer? Sarah B, this is for you =).

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“This has to be perfect,” Stella repeated to Kevin for the thousandthtime. Kevin sighed,again. They were at the firehouse right now, waiting for Macy to be finished with football practice. Stella was glad for the extra time, Kevin wasn’t really looking forward to it.

“I know, Stella,” Kevin said, struggling to stand still while Stella put the finishing touches on the perfectoutfit for him to confess his feelings for Macy in. He felt like he was getting married.

“I just don’t want my best friend to be disappointed,” Stella said. Kevin frowned, prompting Stella to amend, “Not that she would be, she’s totally into you.”

“Really?” Kevin asked. Stella smiled, pinning something to his vest.

“Totally.”

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“I don’t see why it’s such a huge deal what I wear to meet this guy,” Macy complained as Stella attacked her hair with a curling iron. They were in the locker room and Stella had made a point that Macy had to look absolutely perfect. She felt like she was getting ready to be married off. “I mean, he liked me before I wore this dress…” she trailed off.

“It’s a special occasion, Mace,” Stella pleaded, “Please, just let me have my fun.” Macy sighed and shut up. She knew her best friend was merely trying to do something nice for her, but she felt like she was going against who she really was. Even if the dress Stella had designed was reallycute. She pressed her fingers against the fabric and smiled at her reflection. She couldn’t waitto see who her secret admirer was.

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“How does she look, guys?” Stella asked, presenting Macy to the only two Lucas brothers she had on hand right that second. Joe’s jaw dropped and Nick put his hand over his mouth. Stella waited for them to answer her verbally.

“Whoa,” Joe said, looking Macy up and down.

“She looks great, Stella,” Nick said, before adding in his thoughts, but doesn’t she always?

“Thanks, guys,” Stella said. Macy remained silent almost the whole time, ready to burst with excitement as she turned towards the door to the atrium.

“Wait a second,” she said, turning back to Stella, Nick and Joe before she entered, “where’s Kevin?” The three of them exchanged glances and then smiles. Macy stood there and waited for them to answer her. When none of them said anything, she spoke again, “I haven’t seen him allday.”

“Just go,” Stella said, turning her friend around and pushing her into the atrium. Macy started to protest, but Stella would have none of it. She shoved her best friend the rest of the way through the door and waved to her. Macy glared and mouthed “You better tell me where he is when I’m done here.” Stella only smirked and pointed to the far side where there was someone coming through the other door.

Macy’s heart thundered in her chest, holding her breath as she waited for the door to open all the way, revealing who her secret admirer was. And just like that, Kevin Lucas stood on the other side of the atrium, smiling at her.

“Hey Macy,” he said. There was her answer to where Kevin was.

“Hey, Kevin,” Macy said, a little confused, “what’re you doing here?” Kevin frowned.

“Is it so hard to believe that I’m your secret admirer?” He asked. Macy’s heart almost stopped breathing, she had to remind herself to breathe.

“But you said…you told Stella…you said you didn’t write the notes!” She sputtered. Kevin smiled sadly, crossing the atrium to stand in front of her.

“I didn’t,” he said, “not at first anyway.” He motioned to where Stella, Joe, and Nick were watching, “It was Joe and Nick’s idea; Nick wrote the notes.” Macy turned to look at them. Joe and Nick waved.

“Then…” she said, turning back to Kevin, “is this some kind of joke?” She looked like she was going to cry.

“No!” Kevin shouted, “No, Macy, Joe and Nick were trying to make me jealous enough to admit my feelings for you by becoming your secret admirer, but it backfired when I found out what they were doing. Then they got me to help out, I put the rose on your locker.” Macy bit her lip.

“Oh,” she whispered, “It really was a pretty rose.”

“And,” Kevin continued, “I wrote the last note.” Macy smiled then.

“That one was my favorite,” she said. Kevin smiled then too.

“Really?” He asked, filling with excitement.

“Yeah,” Macy said, eyes locking with his as she continued, “to be honest, I was hoping all along it was you.” Kevin’s heart was pounding now, getting more and more nervous with every second he spent with her. Macy Misa was beautiful, even without all the effort Stella had put into doing her hair and make-up and putting her into that strapless red dress. All that extra stuff only added to Kevin’s nervousness.

“Really?” He asked again, taking a deep breath and rocking back and forth on his feet.

“Yeah,” Macy said again.

Stella was about to pull her hair out in frustration waiting for them to stop dilly-dallying and get on with the kissing. She pressed her hands to her cheeks in frustration. Next to her, Joe was reacting in much the same way. Those two were taking too long. Nick, on the other hand was completely calm, watching as his brother and Macy conversed. He thought it was cute how shy and nervous they were. It was also a bonus that no one had gotten hurt.

“Sooo,” Macy said, looking down at her feet and kicking against the grass nervously, “you really like me?”

“I really, really like you,” Kevin said. Macy looked back up at him, twirling one of her ringlets around her finger. A light blush was still spread across her cheeks.

“I really, really like you too,” she whispered.

Stella was going to die with all this suspense. Joe was holding his breath. Nick was humming a possible new song.

Kevin reached a trembling hang out to caress her cheek. Macy’s heart thundered, feeling a spark has his bare flesh touched hers. She exhaled shakily. Kevin took a step closer to her, bringing his other hand up to cup her other cheek and tilting her head back so she was looking up at him.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” He asked, wanting her permission before he kissed her for the first time.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she responded, her lips parting slightly. Kevin smiled, sighing as he leaned up to kiss her forehead.

Stella wanted to scream in frustration. Joe was practically pulling his hair out at this point. Nick was still humming that song.

Then he kissed the corner of her eye, and then her cheek, and finally, he pressed his lips to hers. At this point, Macy was practically beaming. She couldn’t believe that the cutestand sweetest boy she had evermet was standing there, cradling her face in his hands and kissingher.

Stella jumped up and down with glee. Joe did his signature happy dance. And Nick smiled.

Kevin slid his hands from her face, down to her neck, and over her arms before he finally wrapped them around her midsection. Macy smiled against his lips, breathing in his scent as she pressed her hands to his chest.

“This is the most perfect moment of my life,” Kevin whispered when he finally pulled away. Macy smiled and rested her head against his shoulder, his arms still around her.

“Mine too,” she responded, “I’m so glad it was you.”

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Totally ended it on a rhyme. I am SO cool. Don’t forget to take a breath =).

Secret Admirer: Chapter 3 (It is so weird to think of Kevin Jonas in a high school setting at his age)

Secret Admirer

Disclaimer:I do not own JONAS.

Author’s notes:I’m so glad that everyone likes this story! I just want to say a quick thank you to all my reviewers! I’m so, so, so, so, so glad that you guys are dying to know who is leaving the notes for Macy. Solitaire42 asked if you guys were ever going to be able to read the notes. I don’t know. Maybe at the end. What do you guys want?

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Macy woke up in one of the beds of the school infirmary. After a few moments of staring at the ceiling and wondering why she always had to faint when she got anywhere near a JONAS, she sat up, looking around the room.

She noticed that the nurse was talking to another student, so she decided to go ahead and get up to leave.

“Honestly, Kevin,” the nurse said, “how you managed to do this is beyond me.” Macy stopped and peeked around the curtain. Sure enough there was Kevin Lucas of JONAS sitting on one of the exam tables, getting thorns plucked out of his hand.

“Hey Macy!” Kevin said, with a smile when he noticed her. She reminded herself to take a deep breath. Once that was out of the way, she stepped out from behind the curtain and waved kind of shyly. Something about being in the infirmary with Kevin Lucas calmed her excitedly obsessed fan girl spirit.

“Are you alright now, Ms. Misa?” The nurse asked her.

“Yes ma’am,” she said, “can I go back to class now?” The nurse chuckled.

“You just missed your last class,” she informed her, “the bell rang about ten minutes ago.” Macy swallowed.

“How long have I been passed out?” She asked. The nurse checked her watch.

“About an hour,” she responded, “you’re welcome to le-” she began, but Macy didn’t stick around for the rest of her sentence. She bolted from the room and made her way to her locker. She had to know who was leaving the notes.

When she got there, she found Stella standing next to her locker, examining the single red rose that was taped to the door. Macy gasped, walking quickly down the hallway to claim her rose.

“That guy must really be into you,” Stella said when she noticed her friend approaching. Macy smiled, un-taping the rose from her locker door gently, careful not to let any of the thorns prick her. Then she did the combination and watched as another folded over piece of green paper fell at her feet.

She picked it up and read it over, her lips curling into a smile. When she had finished her turned to look at Stella.

“I’ve got to find out who this guy is,” she said, a look of sheer determination on her face. Stella nodded in agreement.

“I want to know just as bad as you do, Mace,” she said.

“That’s a pretty rose,” Kevin said from up the hallway, just having left the nurses office.

“What happened to you?” Stella asked, motioning to his bandaged hand.

“Got a couple thorns stuck in my hand,” he said. Stella and Macy exchanged glances.

“How?” Macy asked, looking down at her rose.

“Lab in Biology,” Kevin responded, “who knew thorny bushes had thorns?” Macy smiled and laughed. Kevin smiled too.

“They’re supposed to,” Macy said with a giggle, “that’s why they call them thorny bushes.”

“What kind of lab were you doing with thorny bushes?” Stella asked, wondering if that was even a real bush.

“I don’t know,” Kevin said, holding up his hand, “I left a few minutes in. I hope my lab partner had an easier time than I did.” Macy laughed again. It was so easy for her to be herself around Kevin. Even if he was, in her eyes, the most attractive member of JONAS. Stella narrowed her eyes at him and plucked the green paper out of Macy’s hand,

“Do you know anything about this, Kev?” Stella asked, handing the note to him. Kevin took it and opened it.

“Wait!” Macy said, snatching it from him, “don’t read it.”

“He wrote it, Mace,” Stella said. Both Kevin and Macy turned to her, eyes wide.

“No I didn’t,” Kevin said, his voice even. Macy pointed at him.

“His voice didn’t squeak, Stella,” Macy said, “he didn’t write it.” Stella narrowed her eyes at him again. She couldn’t deny that Macy was right, his voice had remained even, but the thorns he had gotten stuck in his hand due to some kind of thorny bush incident was suspicious.

It was obvious that Kevin liked her, anyways. The was he was looking down at her now, probably checking her out. Ever since that whole Macy singing backup catastrophe, Kevin had been looking at her in a different light. Not to mention, Macy had been a lot calmer around him than she was around his brothers.

“Fine,” Stella said.

“What’s it say?” Kevin asked, motioning to the green piece of paper Macy held. She smiled up at him awkwardly. Kevin almost frowned. She was using her fan girl smile again.

“Nothing,” she said, sort of breathlessly. Normal Macy was fun while she lasted, but most of their conversations ended with her going back to weird fan girl Macy. Or fainting. Fainting seemed to be very popular.

“Macy has a secret admirer,” Stella explained. Kevin looked from Macy to Stella, his forehead crinkling in confusion.

“That’s cool,” he said, offering a smile even though he looked crushed. Stella pursed her lips. Could her admirer really be the oldest Lucas brother when he looked like, well, that upon finding out what the note was? “Is the rose from him too?” He asked.

“Yep,” Macy said, smiling at the rose.

“Oh,” Kevin said. Stella continued to watch him. Even when Macy checked her watch and gasped.

“Oh no!” She said. Both Stella and Kevin looked down at her. “I’m late for soccer!” She said, grabbing her gear out of her still open locker, slamming it closed and taking off down the hallway. When she was out of sight, Stella approached Kevin.

“Tell me the truth, Lucas,” she said, poking her index finger into his chest, “are you her secret admirer?” Kevin looked at her, eyes wide. He swallowed nervously.

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Ending Notes:Cliffhanger. Kind of. I wanted her to have a moment with Kevin, but I guess her staying calm was enough of a moment. For now.

Secret Admirer: Chapter 2 (Why did I even write this)

Secret Admirer

Disclaimer:I don’t own JONAS.

Author’s Notes:Well, here’s the second chapter finally :). Hope you guys like it.

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Macy poked her head around the corner of the wall that her locker was on. She was hoping to catch her secret admirer in the act, but with her luck the hallway was practically empty. Well, other than the students loitering around them who were avoiding going to their next class right away for whatever reason. She sighed, coming around the corner and making her way to her locker. She did the combination and opened it, watching as another note fluttered from the door to fall at her feet. She couldn’t help but smile as she bent down and picked it up and read it over before putting it in her pocket.

Then she exchanged the books and equipment she had for different ones and slammed her locker shut. And with that same goofy smile on her face, she made her way down the hallway to her next class. It was just her luck, again, however, when she ran into another member of JONAS while coming around the same corner where she had been spying on her locker. She was so surprised, she dropped her bowling ball on his foot.

Nick Lucas, the youngest of the members of JONAS winced and cried out on pain. Macy was trying to concentrate on breathing, feeling the familiar sensation of panic and obsession.

“I’m so sorry!” She blurted, bending down to pick up the ball, only to hit her head against his as he bent down at the same time to help her. Nick straightened up then, staring down at Macy as she scrambled to pick up the bowling ball and one of the books she dropped. As he watched he noticed that there was a piece of green paper sticking out of her back pocket. He smiled softly, waiting for her to get to her feet.

“What’s in your back pocket?” He asked. Macy blushed.

“It’s nothing,” she said, still trying to concentrate on her breathing.

“You can tell me,” he told her, flashing her a smile. Macy’s heart thundered in her chest and she felt like-

Nick almost gasped when he saw her start to fall backwards. Thinking quickly, he reached out and grabbed her before she could hurt herself. However, the bowing ball she was holding, did manage to fall on his foot. Again. At such a great time. Nick watched, annoyed with himself as the shock of having a bowling ball dropped on his foot made him let go of Macy, dropping her on the floor. Which was exactly what he didn’t want to happen.

“What happened?” Stella asked as she walked up to him upon seeing her best friend laid out on the floor. Nick glanced up at her with a “are you seriously asking me that” look on his face.

“You’re right,” Stella said, “stupid question.”

“Let’s just get her to the nurse,” Nick said, stepping back so that he could grab Macy’s feet and watching as Stella grabbed her arms. “On three?” Nick asked. Stella nodded. “One, two…”

“Wait,” Stella said. Nick stopped counting and looked at her.

“What?” He asked.

“Aren’t you strong enough to lift her by yourself?” Stella asked.

“Yeah…” Nick said and Stella let go of Macy’s arms, putting a hand on her hip, “It’d be easier if you help me.”

“Someone needs to get her stuff out of the middle of the hallway,” Stella explained, “That’d still be considered helping.”

“Okay,” Nick said, feeling stupid for not having noticed that before, “Get her stuff and I’ll carry her.”

“Okay,” Stella said, picking up the stuff Macy had dropped in the hallway while Nick picked her up, holding her in his arms princess-style. He had to smile again, staring down at the girl he held in his arms. She looked so cute when she was passed out it was almost unreal. “What’re you smiling about?” Stella asked, snapping him out of his admiration of the cute brunette he held in his arms.

“I just remembered something funny,” he said, starting to walk in the direction of the nurse’s office. Stella arched an eyebrow at him before bending down to pick up the folded over green note and opening it. She noticed it was another note from Macy’s secret admirer. It wasn’t totally an invasion of privacy if she was trying to be a good friend, right?

After all, she wanted to know just as bad as Macy did. And that handwriting did look really familiar.

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Ending Notes:Yay. A moment with Nick! =). EDIT: Fixed the random “up her” and calling Nick, Joe. Thanks thiscoffeeshop and solitaire42 for pointing that out!

Secret Admirer: A JONAS fanfiction

Secret Admirer

Disclaimer:I don’t own JONAS, but I always say that :P.

Summary:JONAS; Macy’s got a secret admirer. Macy x Her secret admirer (one of the Lucas brothers).

Author’s Notes:You guys are going to have to wait to find out who is putting notes in her locker. It’s one of the members of JONAS. Hope you like it :).

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Macy Misa skipped up to her locker where her best friend Stella was waiting for her. Stella watched as she did the combination, opening the door, and even when a note fell out and into the floor at her best friend’s feet. Macy watched it flutter to the floor before she bent down and picked it up, opening it and reading what it said.

“It’s a poem,” she said to Stella, looking up from the letter.

“Let me see,” She said, holding out her hand to receive the poem, “who is it from?” Macy handed the poem to Stella.

“At the bottom it says “your secret admirer”,” Macy said, before continuing dreamily, hands over her heart, “I’ve never had a secret admirer before…Who do you think it is?” Stella was quiet for a long time, reading over the poem.

“I’m not…sure,” she said, handing the note back to Macy.

“Do you think it’s Brad?” Macy asked, excitedly, “Or Micheal? Or Dillon? Or Andrew? Or-” she gasped, “One of the members of JONAS?” Stella stared at her.

“Just said I didn’t know,” Stella said, “Guess we’ll have to wait and see if you get another poem.” Macy stared at her best friend for a few moments, eyes narrowing.

“Was it you, Stell?” Macy asked. Stella laughed.

“I’m flattered you think I’d pull a prank like this, but no, it wasn’t me.” Macy’s eyes narrowed more.

“Okay then,” she said after a few seconds, “I believe you.” She shut her locker and turned to walk down the hall to the gym, carrying her fencing supplies. Stella walked after her, wincing when she saw Joe cross her path and Macy ran right into him, falling onto the floor. Well, it was better than her whacking him with her foil. That would’ve hurt.

“Whoa there,” Joe said, “You alright?” Macy looked up at him and promptly forgot to breathe. She started making high pitched squealy noises and Joe clenched his jaw. Stella laughed nervously.

“Breathe, Macy,” she reminded her best friend, “Joe is a person just like you and me.” Macy took a deep breath and held it. “After you take a breath you exhale, Macy,” Stella said. Macy exhaled and took another breath.

“Can I help you up?” Joe asked once she seemed stable, offering her his hand. Macy squealed.

“Joe of JONAS is helping me up,” she said with a giggle, grabbing his hand and letting him pull her to her feet. It was all down hill from there.

Once Macy was finally on her feet, she noticed how dangerously close her whole body was to Joe. She swallowed, staring at where her hands were on his chest, with his over hers and then she looked up at him, face flushed. It didn’t look like she was breathing anymore either. She bit her bottom lip and stared into his eyes shyly, Joe stared back, feeling something change between them. Stella cleared her throat, snapping them both out if it. They jumped apart and laughed nervously.

“Well, that was awkward…” Joe muttered, “Nice seeing you Macy, Stella.” With that, he walked off to find his brothers. Macy turned and stared at Stella with wide eyes.

“What if Joe put that poem in my locker?” She asked in an excited whisper.

“I doubt it,” Stella said, “Joe isn’t the type to do that.”

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Ending Notes:Who is her admirer? The world may never know. I’ll update Fly With Me tomorrow if the mood strikes, I kind of like the idea of ending it where it is…but… :).