I’ll Stay: A JONAS oneshot

Disclaimer: The dialogue at the very beginning is from/based from JONAS episode 7, Fashion Victim. I do not own JONAS.

I’ve seen this episode 16 times by now and every time I see it I get more inspiration.

I’ll Stay

[Oneshot]

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“Are these pants okay to get something to eat in?” Nick asked, “because I’m starving.”

“You wanna come with?” Joe asked Stella, who was standing across from him, holding a pair of Kevin’s pants.

“I’d love to,” Stella said, “but I can’t-“she held out Kevin’s pants, unfolding them in front of the brothers-“I have to replace the knees in all of Kevin’s pants.” She glared at the oldest Lucas brother who smiled back at her nervously. “Why do you insist on power-sliding across the stage every night?” Stella asked, crossing her arms with a huff.

“Because I’m awesome,” Kevin responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His brothers stared at him for a long moment and Stella still glared.

“He is awesome,” Nick responded, earning a slight nod and an amused smile from Joe as he agreed. Stella rolled her eyes.

“Anyways,” she began, “it’ll take me all night by myself…” she trailed off, giving the boys a look that said “please, please stay here with me”. The three brothers exchanged glances and stared at Stella for a long moment, seemingly considering her silent request.

“Well, bye,” Nick said, starting a chain reaction of salutations. Stella watched with a less-than-impressed expression on her face as her best friend and his two brothers made their way to the firemen poles in the center of the room.

“See ya, Stells,” Joe said as he grabbed the pole and slid down.

“Bye Stella,” Nick said, following his older brother’s lead. Kevin, however, lingered around for a second.

“Aren’t you going to go too?” Stella asked him, when she noticed he hadn’t tried to follow after his brothers just yet. Kevin didn’t respond for a long second. Wondering if he was really hungry enough to leave Stella in her time of need.

“I’ll stay, Stella,” he said, stepping away from the pole and walking back towards her.

“What?” Stella asked, wondering if she had heard him right.

“I’ll stay,” he responded. Stella blinked, a little confused.

“Nah, Kev,” she said, “I’ve got this, you go on ahead and eat with your brother-” he cut her off. “I want to stay here with you.”

“Are you sure, Kev?” She asked, she hadn’t expected any of them to actually stay. She had known these boys forever. Her “damsel in distress” look didn’t work on them.

“I’m sure,” he responded, “after all, you are fixing my pants.” Stella smiled.

“Thanks Kev,” she said.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked.

“Go down to the bus and get me the rest of your pants,” Stella answered, watching as walked towards the pole and slid down, smiling at her the whole way. With Kevin helping her, this all-nighter might not be so bad.

He returned about a half an hour later, just after Stella had finished setting up her sewing supplies and had chosen the patching she would use for the first pair. Stella turned around and looked at him, watching with interest as he pulled a huge amount of pants behind him in a laundry bag. She swallowed, feeling butterflies erupt in her stomach when she saw sweat beading on his forehead.

“I’m…” Kevin began, pulling the bag the rest of the way up the stairs, “back.”

“Is the bag heavy, Kev?” She asked, trying to sound sarcastic. Instead her voice came out in a nervous tone that could’ve been passed off as concern. She hoped Kevin wouldn’t notice how nervous he made her looking all hot and sweaty like that.

“Yeah,” he responded, a bit breathless, “Who knew ten weeks worth of pants would be so heavy?” He wiped his forehead on his sleeve and Stella felt her heartbeat race. What was it with her and sweaty guys anyhow? She bet every other girl on the planet thought they were gross. What made her so different?

Kevin took a few deep breaths and picked up the strings of the heavy bag of laundry again, pulling it towards her. Her breath caught as she watched the muscles in his back tense and relax, tense and relax. She felt her mouth water, as strange as that sounded. Her mouth was watering at the thought of Kevin Lucas’ back muscles. She hoped it was because she just really missed him when he was on tour. Even though she already knew that wasn’t the case. It never was when it came to mouth watering though.

“There ya go, Stella,” Kevin said, sweat beaded on his forehead and neck…and…Stella coughed, reminding herself that he was her best friend’s oldest brother. The best friend that she was totally secretly crushing on. Which made her sexual-esque thoughts about him even worse.

“Thanks, Kev,” she said, trying very hard not to stutter. He wiped his forehead on his sleeve again, and she swore her heart stopped for a second. Maybe this was why Macy was on so many sport teams. To watch all those guys practice. To see their muscles tense, and…Stella swooned inwardly.

“What do you want me to do now?” Kevin asked, still as enthusiastic as ever. Ah, Kevin.

“You look tired, Kev,” Stella said, reminding herself to keep her breathing even when she noticed the beads of sweat on his upper lip, “just sit down…” she trailed off, caught between wanting him to stay there and keep her company while she worked and wanting him to leave so she could actually concentrate on what she was doing. And not on that little drop of sweat slowly creeping it’s way down his temple, over his cheek and to his chin. He wiped it away on the back of his hand and she sighed.

“Sit down and keep me company?” She said, coming out as more of a question than anything else.

“Okay,” he responded, taking a seat on the floor next to her. A little too close next to her. She swallowed, turning back to her work, laying things out and smoothing her hands over them. She was stalling, still thinking about what it would be like to feel Kevin’s back muscles tense beneath her fingers. She took a sharp breath, staring at the jeans she held in her hand.

“Wow, Kev,” she said, painfully aware that she was tagging his name to the end of everything she said. She wondered if he noticed. Maybe he just thought she enjoyed saying his na-wait, that was the real reason. Maybe he thought something else then.

“What?” Kevin asked, watching in mild interest as Stella stuck her hands into a pair of his jeans, wigging her finger through the hole he has torn in the knee from power-sliding.

“I don’t know,” she said, not really sure why she even said “wow, Kev” in the first place. She felt really stupid right now. Kevin didn’t say anything, instead he reached out to touch the hole in his jeans. Stella swallowed, painfully aware that his hand was now touching hers. She didn’t know if he meant to do that…or…

She watched his hand, slowly smoothing over the tear in the jeans, all the while his skin touching hers. It was like a whisper, she could barely feel it, but she knew it was still there. She was getting goosebumps. She watched as he pulled the jeans from her hand and placed his palm against hers. Her heart was pounding so loudly she could feel it in her throat. She was pretty sure her own beads of sweat were forming now.

He laced his fingers with hers and she finally looked up at him, eyes locking. His lips curled into a smile. The kind of smile that only Kevin Lucas new how to give. Completely aloof, yet still…he knew what he was doing.

“This-” Stella said, watching as his eyes flickered from her own eyes to her lips, “this doesn’t change anything, Kev,” she whispered, wanting him to know that if he kissed her nothing would change between them. They would still have the same relationship they had now, he would be her best friend’s brother and she would be his stylist.

“I want to,” he responded, letting her know that he understood. Then he did it, he leaned across the mess of sewing supplies and patching materials and he kissed her. It wasn’t the weak kneed kind of kiss she knew she’d experience with Joe. It wasn’t the spark-less kiss she had felt with Van Dyke. This kiss, was a mixture of both, somewhere in the middle.

Her heart fluttered as he pushed farther into the kiss, practically climbing on top of her. It was like he knew what she wanted. She held onto his back to remain in her slanted position, she felt his muscles tense and she almost moaned. She wondered if this was what it would be like to feel Joe against her.

Kevin had her completely against the floor now, somehow able to press his body against hers completely without crushing her beneath him. A second later, just as Stella thought she was going to explode, he pulled away from her slowly, panting. She watched him, her eyes locking with his, pleading silently for him to continue, to stay there on top of her.

It was breathtaking to feel the warmth of his body against hers. Even if he wasn’t Joe, she was sure he was a close second. He was the closest she was able to get right now. Kevin smiled sadly, surrendering to her silent request. He leaned in again, planting soft kisses against her jaw and trailing them down her neck. She moaned Joe’s name before she could stop herself and Kevin pulled away from her, eyes locking once more.

“I know,” he told her aloud, accepting her silent apology.

“One last time?” She asked, moving her hands up his back to tangle them in this curly dark hair. He sighed and smiled, leaning down to capture her lips once more.

He wasn’t Joe, but this certainly was good practice.

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Uhm. Yeah. So. Stuff happened. I should really be asleep right now, but instead I’m up obsessing over It is Written’s fanfics. Curses. Why are you such a good writer? Enjoy this story… I swear I’ll update something else sometime. And maybe stop bombarding your e-mail inboxes with story alerts. Maybe.

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!

Read and Review.


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

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

Even Better

Chapter Three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh…” He said, “why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nick wondered what he had just gotten himself into.

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


Even Better

Chapter Four

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

END &&

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

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!

The Stellevator: A JONAS oneshot

Special thanks to Sunset Clouds for the idea. You rock, chick-a-dee.

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“Stel-la,” Joe whined, shutting the closet door behind him, “Why do I have to help you repair the Stellavator?” Stella looked up from the enormous mound of clothing and crossed her arms.

“Because Joe-seph,” she said, emphasizing the syllables as he had in her name, “It was your friend who broke it.” Joe stomped the floor and flailed his arms around in a fake tantrum. Stella watched him with amusement on her face.

“It’s not like Carl meant to make the Stellevator malfunction,” Joe said once he had noticed that Stella wasn’t going to fall for the tantrum.

“Whatever, Joe,” She said, “you’re still helping me fix it.” Joe sighed, hanging his head in defeat.

“Fiiiiine,” he said.

“That’s better,” she remarked, “Now, I’ve almost finished fixing the wires that your friend crossed, I just need you to hold this, and don’t touch anything.” Joe yawned and nodded, taking what she handed to him, and standing there looking bored. Stella slaved away on her project, reconnecting things and taking them apart. Joe stared at the wall, bored out of his mind.

“Joe,” Stella said, calling his attention down to her, “can you move your hands please?” She asked, scooting so that her body was pressed against his leg. Joe nodded and did what she told him, straightening up and cracking his back.

“Wait, Stell,” Joe said, leaning down, “You missed this.” Stella’s eyes looked at where he was reaching to help her.

“Wait! N-” Stella started, but it was too late. She could’ve screamed when the Stellvator (patent pending) went haywire, again. “Joe!” She shouted, shoving him away from her machine. Joe smiled at her sheepishly.

“Whoops?” He said. Stella stood up quickly, seething. Joe backed up.

“Let’s just get out of here!” She yelled over the deafening sound of the machine as it flung clothes all around the closet. Joe ran for the door, and twisted the handle, ready to yank it op-

“Uh, Stells…” Joe said, swallowing hard as the doorknob to his closet came off in his hand.

“What?” She snapped, a pair of Kevin’s pants landing on her head.

“Double whoops,” He held up the handle to the door.

“I hate you so much right now, Joe Lucas,” she said, softly clenching her fists as she made her way back to the machine, fighting against the clothes to shut the alarm on the machine off. Then she worked on making it stop flinging clothing. That was harder to stop then the alarm was. When she managed to pull it off, she whirled around to glare at Joe.

“Now how are we going to get out of here?” She asked, her tone panicked.

“Relax, Stells,” Joe said, tossing the doorknob he had previously detached from the closet door onto the floor, “We can just go through the place where the clothes come out.”

“Gee, Joe,” Stella said, her voice shrill, “climbing through the shaft where the clothes come out would be a great idea if there wasn’t a mountain of clothes blocking it!” Joe was quiet for a minute.

“You don’t have to be so mean,” he muttered. Stella stood up and straightened.

“You’re right, Joe,” she said, “I don’t have to be so mean. I mean all you did was get us stuck in a closet with no way out!” Joe swallowed, thankful that she didn’t have anything to hit him with. Well, okay, she did, but she only had her hands and nothing really hard.

“I’m sorry!” He shouted, “is that what you want me to say? I didn’t know helping you would cause all this crap to happen!”

“I told you not to touch anything, but what do you do?” Stella shouted, crossing her arms and tapping her foot, waiting for Joe to respond.

“I touch something,” he mumbled, hanging his head again.

“I’m sorry, Joe?” Stella asked, “I didn’t quite hear that.”

“I touched something!” He shouted back at her, flinging his arms in the air. “Next time I’ll be sure to listen to-“

“Oh, no, no, no,” Stella said, wagging a finger at him, “there isn’t going to be a next time, Lucas,” she hissed, “When we get out of this closet I am never speaking to you again.”

“Well fine then,” Joe said, “If that’s what you want.” He crossed his arms and turned away from her.

“That is so what I want,” She said, crossing her arms and turning away from him as well.

“That wasn’t necessary,” Joe remarked, clicking his tongue, back still turned to her.

:”What wasn’t necessary?” She asked with an attitude.

“You copying me, crossing your arms all sassy-like and turning away.”

“For your information, Joe,” she spat, “one, I was thinking of doing that way before you even did it and two, sassy-like, what kind of a word is that?”

“For your information, Stella,” Joe growled, “one, no you weren’t and two, it’s not a word, it’s two words.”

“Whatever, Joe,” Stella said.

“What-ever, Stella,” Joe responded.

“You are so immature,” She said, turning to glare at him over her shoulder.

“At least I’m not a copy-catter!” Joe said, turning to face her completely. Stella’s nostrils flared, turning completely around as well.

“I am not!”

“See!” Joe shouted, “there you go again! Copying me!” Stella screamed in frustration.

“I don’t even know why I bother with you, Lucas.” Joe crossed his arms and turned away from her again. Stella huffed and walked across the closet, sitting by the boxes in the corner.

They remained like that for what felt like hours before Stella got bored and started to look through some of the boxes. She was excited to see that it was old toys and things from the boy’s childhood.

“Isn’t this precious,” she whispered, holding up Joe’s old teddy bear. Curious, Joe glanced over his shoulder and caught what she was looking at.

“Hey,” he said, crossing the room towards her, “Is that Beary-Bear Bearington?” Stella giggled and nodded. She was never going to get over the fact that Joe Lucas had a bear named Beary-Bear Bearington. He wasn’t a very creative child.

Stella continued to go through the boxes, smiling when she found old baseball gloves and hats, holding everything up briefly before she passed it to Joe. Everything seemed fine until Stella pulled an old doll out of the box.

“Princess Penelope?” She asked, turning to look at Joe, “I thought I lost this…” Joe swallowed, bracing himself for more yelling. “Wait a second…” she trailed off, slapping Joe across the chest, “did you steal my princess doll, Joe?”

“Stella, let me explai-” he tried to say, calmly, but she was already on her feet, yelling at him again.

“Stella,” he tried again, but she ignored him, continuing her verbal onslaught. She looked really peeved this time.

“As if ruining the Stellevator and putting pudding in my peach pit purse wasn’t enough,” she shouted, “you had to steal Princess Penelope too?”

“I can explai-” he tried again.

“I can’t believe you, Joseph Lucas,” she continued to rant, waving her doll around frantically. Joe got to his feet, trying to gain her attention.

“Stella!” He shouted and she stopped for a second, looking at him before she continued to verbally bash him. Joe sighed. He wanted to grab her by her shoulders and shake her so she would stop yelling, but he didn’t think that would help his situation too much. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be stuck in this closet with her anyways.

“Why’d you do it, Joe?” She asked, staring at him for another brief second before continuing on to voice her assumptions, not even giving him enough time to explain. Joe almost screamed in frustration, grabbing Stella by her shoulders and forcing her to look at him. She narrowed her eyes, continuing to babble on. Joe narrowed his eyes back. He thought grabbing her would work. Maybe he’d have to try a different approach…

“Stella,” he said again, trying calling her by her name one last time. She ignored him again, forcing him to try something a little more…drastic. He pulled her into him and mashed his lips to hers with such force, she instantly shut up. In fact she stopped moving altogether.

Ah, Joe thought, keeping his lips pressed against hers, even though she wasn’t kissing him back, silence. The silence didn’t last long, however. A second later, Stella screamed and tried to shove him away. Being the gentleman he is, Joe pulled back and stared at her with wide eyes, still holding onto her shoulders.

“Stella, look, I was just try-” SLAP! He released her and stared at her with his mouth agape. “Well,” he said, touching his cheek, “I guess I deserved that.” Stella stood in front of him breathing hard. She stared at Joe for a long time, watching as he rubbed his cheek, still wincing in pain.

“Sorry, Stella,” Joe breathed a few seconds later, “I just…I was trying to explain, but you never gave me an ope-” Stella cut him off by returning the favor and mashing her lips against his and grabbing a fistful of his beautiful straight hair. Joe’s heart pounded as he kissed her back, shoving her into the wall. She took a sharp breath in through her nose when her back made contact with the brick, but refused to pull away from him.

My god, Stella thought, feeling Joe’s arms wind around her waist to pull her body closer to his, this isso satisfying. Her heart was pounding, her lips moving against Joe’s wildly. Joe moved his hands up her back slowly, tracing his fingers over every curve as his hands made their way up to caress her neck gently.

“Whoa,” Joe said when he pulled back, gasping for air. Stella laughed.

“Whoa indeed,” she remarked, gasping for air as well.

“Do you still hate me?” He asked in a whisper a second later. Stella smirked.

“I don’t know,” she said, ruffling his hair, “depends on what your reason was for stealing Princess Penelope were.” Joe smirked, leaning forward so he could whisper his answer against her neck.

“I had a crush on you.” Stella felt her breath hitch.

“What about now?” She whispered back.

“Now?” He asked, pulling back to look her directly in the eyes, “now, I’m in love with you.”

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I kind of wanted Nick and Kevin to find them in the closet because of all the noise they were making, but I like how it turned out and this seems like a really good place to end it. Read and review!

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

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

Just Like Kevin

Chapter Seven

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

R&R!

Just Like Kevin: Chapter 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!