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.

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

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

Just Like Kevin

Chapter Eight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“After you,” Kevin responded.

END & BEGIN AGAIN

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” He asked, fighting a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

R&R

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

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

Just Like Kevin

Chapter Six

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just Like Kevin

Chapter Four

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just Like Kevin: Chapter 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.

Secret Admirer: Chapter 6 (The exciting? conclusion)

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

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

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

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

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

“Totally.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” He asked, filling with excitement.

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

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

“Yeah,” Macy said again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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