Even Better: Chapter 5 & 6 (The conclusion)

So I’m trying to get everything updated. Everything I haven’t updated for awhile. I might just call Unfaithful finished. I like the way it ended and inspiration is few and far between. If you don’t already know I’m grounded from the internet. It’s also my birthday today so yay me 8D.

This if for thiscoffeeshop and mandydoesntknow (Mandy-whose birthday is the day before mine) and the DACE girls (who have been an amazing support!) And to everyone who has reviewed! You guys are the best!

Even Better

Chapter Five

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Two hours before the ball and he didn’t have a date. Not that he had been looking, he wanted to go with Macy but she was preoccupied with kissing his older brother and being generally adorable. She was distracting him. Which, in hindsight, was probably why he didn’t bother looking for a date. He was certain the search would be much better if he didn’t have a certain adorable sporty brunette to worry about. It might’ve been even easier to find a date if she didn’t spend every waking moment as his house, curled up on his couch…nestled snugly against his stupid older brother. Jealousy was a funny thing.

The past few weeks had been awful, terrible, incredibly tough. Not just because Macy was at his house all the time, but because she and Stella thought it would be fun to drag him along on shopping trips to shop for dress fabric or whatever. He wasn’t into it and that’s what he tried telling them, but Stella insisted. And you know how persuasive she can be. Then, when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, he still hadn’t found a date! Again, not that he was looking, but it’d be nice to have a date to the “social event of the year” as Stella referred to it.

“Nick!” Stella called from upstairs where she and Macy were getting ready. Joe and Kevin were getting ready in his parents room to give the girls privacy. Nick shouldbe changing with his brothers, but instead he’s on dress duty. Which is a lot less awesome than it sounds. He had to make sure nothing went wrong when the girls were changing. Which was kind of a cover for “Nick, we don’t want you in the room with us (since it was smaller than theirs), so go wait on Stella and Macy while we change”. His brothers were delightful.

“Yes, Stella?” He asked, trying to sound, well, not annoyed, but it wasn’t working. Stella ignored his annoyance. Out of the goodness of her heart. Supposedly.

“Come up here and zip me up,” she called and Nick sighed.

“Why can’t Macy do it?” Nick asked. Walking towards the stairs, despite his comment.

“She’s still getting ready,” Stella responded. Nick sighed again, wondering why he knew what she was going to say before she said it. He climbed the stairs, almost dragging his feet. He wasn’t looking forward to helping Stella get ready. Especially since she and Macy had carted him all over heck and creation to look at the things they bought and give his opinion. They knew he was going to just say everything looked “good”, didn’t they? Maybe not.

“Okay, Stella,” he said, reaching the top of the stairs, “I’m here to assist you in getting your dress on.” He lazily made his way towards the blonde who stood in the center of the room.

“About time,” Stella said, holding the dress against her body. Nick sighed a third time, he felt like freaking Cinderella and he wasn’t quite sure why. He stopped walking when he stood close enough behind Stella to grab the top of her dress, holding it together with one hand while with the other he zipped it up. Stella sighed with relief, turning to face him.

“How do I look?” She asked, flashing him a totally Stella smile. Nick withheld a gasp, taking in the intricate designs on her dress. It was stunning. Stella looked gorgeous in white, some pink accessories completing the outfit.

“Fantastic,” he responded, in awe of how she looked. He couldn’t wait to see Joe’s fa-

Macy walked out of the bathroom, a red gown fitting snug against her body, showing off every curve. Nick’s jaw dropped, if Stella looked fantastic, Macy looked incredible, gorgeous, fabulous, amazing, any other adjective to describe her beauty. She smiled at him when she noticed he was there and he felt his heart race. She turned around, showing him the back of the dress where he noticed a short train that began between her back and her rear and went all the way to the floor. Not that he was staring, of course.

“Can you tie this, Nick?” She asked and Nick allowed his eyes to travel upwards to her exposed back and he swallowed. Stella knew how to make a damn good dress.

“Of course,” he responded, that’s what he was there for right? He crossed the room and grabbed the ribbon that tied the dress around her neck and tied it in a perfect bow. Then, as he stood back, admiring his work he had an overwhelming urge to reach out and slide his fingers down her back. An urge that he gave into, way before he could stop himself.

Her back was smooth. The skin felt good, right, beneath his fingers. She shivered, turning around and staring at him with confused eyes.

“You had something on your back,” he managed to choke out, thoughts going crazy. She smiled at him.

“Thanks for, uh, getting it,” she responded.

“Anytime,” he said. This moment was getting more awkward than he could handle.

“Alright, Nick,” Stella said, clapping her hands together, “thanks for helping us. You can go get ready now. Bye.” She forced him from the room, pushing him towards one of the three fire poles.

“You’re welco-” he began, but Stella shoved him again and he had to grab into the fire pole to save himself from plummeting to his death. Well, sort of to his death. Stella always got a little controlling when she was getting ready for a social event, so he would try not to being up the fact that she very nearly killed him anytime in the near future.

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By the time he had finished getting ready, everyone else had already gone. It was no surprise, Stella was hosting the event and, well, that really only excused Stella and Joe. Not that he was upset that Macy and Kevin had already left. That just made going to the ball alone that much easier. Or did it make it harder? His thoughts were a jumbled mess of emotions and memories of Macy. A lot of memories of Macy.

He got into his car, setting his mask in the seat next to him and made his way towards the building where the ball was to be held. This was going to be an interesting night. Nick Lucas arriving stag to the Stella-proclaimed “social event of the year”. Not that they’d know it was him, he would be wearing a mask. Who was he kidding? He was easy to spot. One look at his hair ought to give him away.

He arrived at the building, minutes later, parking his car and making his way towards the entrance. He wasn’t looking forward to this, walking into a ball alone. Not that he wanted to walk into the ball with anyone but Macy on his arm either. Tonight was proving to be rather difficult.

And it didn’t help that he was dressed like a prince without a princess.

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Short, I know, but I wanted to at least update something. And to suburbs and farietaleredux, you guys are amazing writers. I can only aspire to be half as amazing as you are. Ohhh. You guys rock!

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Hi guys! I’m not dead. How cool is that. I kinda wanted to finish this, even though I have ZERO inspiration at all ever lately. I can’t even write original stuff. Hope this is good enough for you guys.

Even Better

Chapter Six

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When Nick opened the door, walking into the front lobby of the building, the first thing he noticed were the intricate decorations. This was no doubt a Stella event, he could tell from how beautiful and just perfect everything looked. He smirked to himself, despite the intense heartache and loneliness he felt entering this building so full of beauty with no Macy to make this worthwhile.

He stood outside the lobby door for a good minute, talking himself in to walking inside. He really didn’t want to, it was one thing to arrive single with a group of friends, but arriving stag alone? He mentally cursed Stella, Joe and Kevin for making him come, for making sure that JONAS played a show tonight. This was heart wrenching for him. Thinking about how his stupid brother didn’t even notice his infatuation with Macy. How could he?

Nick sighed, pacing the floor. That wasn’t fair, was it? It honestly just wasn’t fair for him to think of Kevin so negatively. His brother obviously didn’t know of his feelings for Macy because Macy didn’t even know of his feelings for Macy. Nick wasn’t even sure he knew for certain until Kevin showed an interest to Macy’s interest. Why did his life have to be so confusing?

From inside Nick’s pant pocket, his cell phone began to ring. His ringtone was old fashioned this week, an antique telephone ring. Or as antique as it could get on a smart phone. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was Stella. Of course it was Stella because according to the clock, he was 5 minutes late for JONAS’s performance.

“Hello…Stella I…?” Nick asked, bracing himself for the yelling, the screaming, the clawing, the…

“Nick?” Nick froze when he heard her voice. Macy’s voice.

“Macy…I…Uh…” He stuttered.

“Nick we’re all really worried…why haven’t you arrived yet? You’re never late for a show. We expect that from Joe, but…” Macy’s voice trails off and Nick’s heart throbs in his chest.

“Macy I’m…I…I…wasn’t…” Nick can’t even get a word out, he’s so tongue tied. So instead he slips inside the door to the ballroom, hanging up his phone and putting it back into his pocket. He doesn’t want to sing, he doesn’t want to play an instrument…not tonight. He’s not even sure if he can, not with the way he feels. Not with the things he’s thinking about Macy.

“I think he hung up,” he hears someone say and he turns and sees her standing there in that breathtaking backless red gown. He can’t even breathe as he watches her pass a phone back to Stella.

Oh my God, he thinks, heart racing, palms sweating…Macy….

“Great,” Stella says, stomping her foot. Now where are the other two knuckleheads?” Macy shrugs, looking out into the crowd.

“It doesn’t help that every single guy here looks the same, Stel,” Macy remarks, and Stella huffs.

“Just go find your boyfriend and let me deal with Joe.” Macy blushes when Stella refers to Kevin as her boyfriend because she hadn’t ever really called him that herself. But, that’s what he was, right? Her boyfriend.

“Okay,” she responds and Nick feels a twinge in his heart and a lump in his throat. Her boyfriend.

“Kevin?” Macy calls out questioningly into the crowd, but no one answers her, “KEEEVVVIIIN?” she calls again, way louder this time. His brother would’ve had to have been deaf not to he—

“There you are!” Macy says, grabbing his arm, “Couldn’t you hear me, Kev?”

“I-I…” Nick stammers. Macy smiles up at him and squeezes his bicep.

“It is really loud in here,” Macy comments, having to shout a little over the music the DJ was playing and the chatter all around them.

“Y…yeah,” Nick says, voice cracking and Macy giggles. He can’t even process what’s happening, just that her touch is…so…he sighs and smiles at her.

“C’mon,” Macy says, “let’s go see if Stella found Joe and then I guess we can try Nick again since he’s still not here.” Macy grabs his hand and chews her lip.

“O..oh” Nick responds.

“Something’s been up with him lately, y’know? He seems so distant from all of us. I don’t understand what changed.” Nick’s heart is thundering in his chest now and he feels uncomfortable listening to Macy talk about him…she thinks she’s talking to Kevin. This isn’t right.

“M…macy…can…” Nick tries, but his stomach is in knots, his voice is too high pitched and doesn’t sound natural, and he just…can’t.

“Wow, Kev, you don’t sound too good…is your voice going? Stella is going to have a conniption!” She leads him backstage and glances around, Stella and the other boys aren’t back yet. Nick’s stomach lurches.

“Oh,” Macy says, “I guess she hasn’t found them…uh,” she glances around again, confused before saying “Ohhh well, guess we’ll just…wait here…” and leaning into him a little bit, smirking up at him and gazing into his brown eyes through his mask. Nick can’t even breathe.

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Even Better: A JONAS fanfiction (Chapters 1 & 2)

Even Better

Chapter one

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Seeing her every day would be even better if I didn’t have to see the way he looked at her. He loved his brother, don’t get him wrong. His brother was someone he really looked up to, even though he was pretty sure that-if someone asked-his brother might say the same thing about him. Even though he was younger, the youngest to be exact. At least, he hoped his brother looked up-or down-to him like he did to him. He just wished they didn’t look at the same girl in the same way.

He had already been pegged as the sensitive one, so he wasn’t going to try to sweep the girl his brother wanted off her feet. That wasn’t his style. Even though it killed him to watch his older, the oldest to be exact, brother’s lips twist into a smile every time he saw her. Even with all the injuries she caused, he still had that same look on his face every time she walked into view. It was heartbreaking to say the least.

“Hi Kevin,” She said, returning his smile with something that looked manufactured and nervous before tagging, “of JONAS.” of her greeting. Kevin’s smile always faltered at that. He was torn, he knew Macy adored him, but he didn’t know if she adored him because of the band he was in or because of the person he was.

“Hi Macy,” he said, returning her greeting, counting out how long she had paused before adding the “of JONAS” to the end and giving her the same courtesy by adding, “of school.” to the end of his greeting. Macy swooned, the “of school” comment wasted on her as she swung her hockey stick in such a way that it almost made contact with the side of Nick’s face. Nick, being apt to her klutzy ways, ducked it with ease.

“Hi, Nick,” Macy said next, same swooning fangirl smile on her face. Nick sighed, waiting for her to add the “of JONAS” to the end of his greeting. She didn’t.

“Hi, Macy,” he responded after a long moment of silence. She smiled at him, but it wasn’t the same smile she had given Kevin. It was then, at this moment, that he knew he didn’t have a chance with her. Kevin already got her best smiles, her first greeting…He guessed it was for the best, Macy deserved someone like Kevin and Kevin deserved someone like Macy.

Nick Lucas, always the martyr.

He watched in dismay as Macy turned back to Kevin, almost whacking him in the face with her hockey stick again. Luckily he dodged it. Again. And neither of them noticed that he had just narrowly avoided getting hit. They were too busy laughing about something he had missed out on hearing when he was dodging her hockey stick and recovering from the initial shock of almost being knocked out.

A second later, he checked his watch, waved to them and stalked off down the hallway. It was painful standing there and watching his brother and the girl he wanted flirt. This wasn’t like Maria and not just because Joe wasn’t involved this time. Macy was their friend, a girl they had known longer, a girl they had formed connections with. This one hurt more, but Nick, being the sensitive one and knowing that his brother had been interested in her first-at least, he had mentioned his interested in Macy first-so he took a back seat and watched his worst nightmare begin to unfold.

Around the corner he ran into Stella and Joe. They were talking about something he wasn’t close enough to hear yet and holding some kind of orangey colored fliers. He had never been so relieved to see them in his life.

“Hey, Nick,” Stella said, handing him a flier. Nick took it and looked down at in in confusion.

“What this?” He asked, looking back up and directly at Stella.

“Some kind of Cinderella ball,” Joe said, flipping his hair and rolling his eyes, “Stella conned me into helping her out.”

“It’s a costume party slash masquerade slash Cinderella tribute!” Stella said excitedly, handing a few more kids that passed by a flier before leaning close to say, “And I hear JONAS might perform,” very loudly into his ear so everyone around them could hear as well.

“Where’d you hear that?” Joe and Nick asked together, surprised that she would insist they perform without their permission.

“From me,” she responded, smirking. Nick looked down at the flier and checked the date. Lucky for Stella, they would be in town then. But she already knew that, she went with them on all their appearances. After all, what was a band without their stylist?

“I dunno, Stells,” Joe piped up, “I think we might be out of town that weekend.” Stella shot Joe a glare.

“I know your schedule, moron,” she responded, pointing to herself with her free hand, “Stella Malone, stylist to JONAS, remember?” Joe grumbled something under his breath and rolled his eyes again.

“What if we went on a family vacation that weekend?” Joe asked, obviously getting ready to spark and argument between them. Stella glared at him, one hand on her hip. Nick took that cue to check his watch again and point down the hallway, walking in the direction he pointed.

He really needed to find something to get his mind off of Macy and writing a song just wasn’t going to cut it this time.

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I’m going for fairy tale here. I really am. I’ve got another one I’m writing that is fairy tale-esque as well. Sorry for the kind of angsty beginning. I feel bad for Nick. It’s like, Joe and Stella have the hots for each other and Macy and Kevin like each other. Who does Nick get? This makes me sad.


Woo! I’m updating! I feel so alive! It’s been a crazy few days, truthfully. I went to see Transformers and it was great!

And because I think my anon reviewer xxxx might read this, “Yo, what’s up? Thanks for the reviews. I contacted Dramatic Starlet for ya, she was ecstatic. You’re really nice =). Just next time, you don’t have to shout out, tell me and I’ll do it. It’s not that hard. Seeing as how most of the JONAS authors know each other. Peace!”

I’m done now. I swear.

Even Better

Chapter Two

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An hour into study hall and he was still having a hard time thinking of something other than the cute little brunette he had accidentally fallen for. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t technically an accident? Can anything really be an accident? Nick Lucas was a firm believer in the “everything happens for a reason” theory. There was a push and a pull to these types of things. Maybe he had to learn a lesson, or maybe he was reading into his feelings too much. Maybe he just wanted to be friends with Macy.

Yeah, Nick thought bitterly, That’s why I write songs about her and feel a pain in my chest every time I see her with Kevin.He took a deep breath just as the bell rang. He stood up, relieved and torn up inside at the same time. Maybe he needed another theory.

Being back in the hallway again, was like a mental struggle. He noticed that everything was set up again. Macy and Kevin were having a conversation and Stella and Joe were passing out posters. He didn’t know who he didn’t want to talk to more. The bickering couple-in-the-making that was in denial or the couple-in-the-making that wasn’t in denial or bickering. He decided that neither might be a good choice and continued on down the hallway, hoping none of them would notice as he stalked off to his next class.

“Hey Nick,” Stella said as he walked past she and Joe.

So much for hoping, he thought as he turned around and smiled at his older brother’s best friend.

“Yeah, Stella?” He asked, keeping his usual neutral expression.

“Can you help us out?” She motioned from herself to Joe and then back to herself as she said that. Nick raised an eyebrow to show his interest.

“Sure,” Nick said, even though he would really rather be in his next class, sitting alone and waiting for his teacher to get there so he could focus on something else other than Macy for at least ten minutes. “What’s up?”

“Well,” Stella began, giving a big elaborate explanation of another one of she and Joe’s arguments while Nick pretended to listen. “So, I’m right, right?” She asked as soon as she was finished, Nick cleared his throat, snapping back to reality and out of his ever-constant thoughts of Macy.

“Yeah,” Nick said, shooting his brother an apologetic look, “Stella, you’re always right.” Stella turned and have Joe an “I told you so” smile. Joe glared at his younger brother.

“Come on!” Joe said, “Nick always says that, he always tells you that you’re right. You know that.”

“Duh,” Stella said, “why do you think I always ask him?” Joe stared at her in mock shock, his hand flying to his chest.

“Stella Malone,” he said in a fake southern accent, gasping before fanning himself, “I am surprised at you!”

“Can it, Lucas,” Stella remarked, before turning back to Nick and giving him the sweetest smile she could muster. “Thank you, Nick,” she said, winking before she added, “you were always my favorite!”

“Hey!” Joe said from behind her, “What about me?” Stella turned to face him again.

“You’re my least favorite,” she remarked, glowering at him.

“I’m hurt, Stella,” Joe said, “Just plain hurt. I thought I was your best friend.” Nick took this as his cue to leave, trying to duck past where Macy and Kevin were giving each other googly eyes without them noticing him.

“Nick!” His older brother called out to him as he was trying to rush by. Nick stopped for a second, closing his eyes and praying silently that he had imagined Kevin calling him before he looked over.

Crap, Nick thought, watching in disdain as Kevin waved him over.

“Hey, Kev,” Nick said, his voice cracking a little as he made his way over. Macy smiled at him and he felt his heart skip a beat. “What’s up?” He watched out of the corner of his eye as Macy’s smile faltered when he didn’t acknowledge her. He wished she could understand it was for the best.

“Kevin just asked me to that Cinderella ball thing that Stella is throwing,” Macy squealed, obviously not too upset by him not saying hey to her. Nick’s mouth twitched slightly as he forced his lips to curl up into an enthusiastic smile.

“That’s great!” He said, feeling as if his heart had not only shattered, but had been ground into fine powder and was now being used to suffocate him. Macy giggled and Kevin smiled at her. Nick punched his brother’s arm playfully. “Took ya long enough, huh?” He asked, winking. Kevin blushed at that and Macy giggled again. Inwardly, Nick sighed.

“Thanks,” Macy said after a few seconds of awkward silence, smiling in Nick’s direction again.

“For what?” Nick asked.

“For the congratulations,” Macy said, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh,” Nick said, flashing her another smile, “that.” Then he did what he did earlier, he checked his watch and started to walk off.

“Where are you going?” Macy asked, reaching out to touch his arm. Nick bit his lip and closed his eyes tight. Then, regaining his composure he turned around to face Macy and Kevin once more.

“I don’t want to be late for Math,” he informed them, “Yay decimals.”

“But you hate your Math class,” Kevin said. Nick’s mouth twitched again.

“I changed my mind,” he said, “bye guys.” With that he was gone, walking down the hallway at a high rate of speed. He was beginning to feel the same way Joe did about this whole Cinderella Ball thing. It really was a stupid idea.

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I swear to bob that my iTunes started playing “Bleeding Love” right at the moment when I was typing the “Kevin just asked me to the Cinderella Ball” part. Isn’t that trippy? Anyways, more emo!Nick. Hopefully we’ll get to the Cinderella Ball soon. I’m so looking forward to it!

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 3 (I have nothing witty to say about this)

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)

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.