Disclaimer:I do not own JONAS.
Summary:JONAS; Macy almost gives Joe away at the mall. Macy x Joe.
Author’s Notes:I seem to be a tad bit obsessed. This is like the second thing I’ve uploaded tonight.
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mom,” Macy called across the crowded boutique to where her mother was
waiting for her to acknowledge what she said before she left her
daughter to shop for herself. Macy flitted around the store, picking up
things and putting them back down. She was supposed to be shopping for
some new jeans, but she figured she’d go ahead and just get a new outfit
altogether. Especially since JONAS concert that she had just bought
tickets to was coming up and she wanted to look cute.
up a top from one of the piles and held it up to her, looking at the way
it hung on her in the reflective metal of the pillar she was standing
next to. She smiled when she noticed it looked good and twirled,
accidentally catching someone that stood behind her with her elbow.
“Oof,” the person grunted, falling to the floor. Macy tensed, dropping the shirt and turning to the person frantically.
my gosh,” she said, “I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to-” she stopped
short, noticing who the person was. It was Joe Lucas of JONAS, laying
there on the floor next to her feet, scrambling to get his sunglasses
and hat back on before anyone else noticed him. Macy squealed.
“Ohmygod,” she said, taking weird squealy breaths. Joe winced and waved at her to stop.
he said in a harsh whisper, “Macy, shhh. Please don’t give me away.”
Macy held her breath and looked down at him, he sighed with relief and
smiled at her. A second later she fainted. Joe sighed, staring at the
cute brunette that had fallen next to him.
“Great,” he muttered,
getting to his feet, “well, at least that shut her up.” He stared down
at her, tilting his head to one side, debating on whether to leave her
there on the floor or find a way to take her out of there with him. He
looked around him. People were staring. He definitely couldn’t leave her
there. He hoped she was light enough to carry.
He knelt down next
to her, rolling her over onto her stomach and lifting her so that her
body was pressed against his. He found himself smiling, wondering what
her reaction would be if he did this to her while she was still awake.
He dismissed the thought, though, almost as soon as it has presented
itself and hoisted Macy over his shoulder and into the fireman’s carry.
He had to smile at that too. Who knew a famous pop star that lived in an
old fire house would someday have to use the fireman’s carry on one of
his fans? That was just too funny.
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“Uh, is she okay?” Kevin asked when Joe showed up at the firehouse, Macy still slung over his shoulder.
fine,” he said, “We just had a little mishap at the mall and I had to
drive her back here, no big.” Joe slung Macy from his shoulder and into
the couch, smiling down at her for a brief moment before laying a
blanket over her.
“How long has she been out?” Kevin asked.
minutes,” Joe said, lifting her head slightly before sitting down and
placing her head in his lap. Kevin looked at his brother questioningly.
Joe looked up an arched an eyebrow. “What?” He asked and Kevin motioned
to the fact that he now had Macy’s head in his lap, “I’m just trying to
make sure she’s okay.”
“Alright, dude,” Kevin said, exiting the
room to leave the two of them alone. Joe smiled softly to himself as he
watched her rest, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. She was
so cute when she wasn’t causing them injury. Which was most of the time
she was awake, come to think of it.
Macy stirred in his lap
slightly and he tensed. She buried her face in his stomach and sighed.
He smiled down at her and started to relax again, a second later she sat
up quickly, cracking him in the chin with her forehead.
“Ow,” she muttered, pressing her palm to her forehead.
that right,” Joe responded, rubbing his chin. Macy jumped at the sound
of his voice, looking around at her surroundings frantically.
“Where am I?” She asked, turning to look at Joe.
“You’re at the firehouse,” he told her, checking his hand for blood. When he saw none, he began to rub his chin again, wincing.
firehouse where the Lucas brothers of JONAS live?” She asked, as if Joe
sitting next to her wasn’t proof enough of where she was at. He gave
her a look of disbelief.
“Duh,” he responded, which was really the only thing he could say. That was a stupid question.
my Lucas,” she breathed, going into fangirl mode again. Joe winced
again, feeling suddenly uncomfortable near the girl he had just watched
sleep for about fifteen minutes.
“Macy,” Joe said calmly,
“breathe, okay? In with the good air, out with the weird air, got me?”
Macy nodded, a huge smile on her face. Then she turned and noticed the
blanket that covered her, genuinely smiling when she noticed it was
covered with otters playing the trumpet. That was so Kevin. Joe watched
her as she smoothed her fingers over the blanket, wondering what had
changed in her mind to make her seem more calm and, well, normal.
“Macy?” He asked in a whisper.
is Kevin’s blanket isn’t it?” She asked, looking back at Joe. Joe’s
forehead crinkled, surprised and a little bit frustrated by her
“Yeah,” he said, “why?” She turned back to the blanket and sighed happily.
could tell,” she responded, “the otter with a trumpet is so him.” Joe
clenched his jaw in frustration. What about Kevin made her whole
demeanor change in just a few seconds? After all, Joe was the one who
had put the blanket on her in the first place. He was the one who had
saved her from lying on the floor in the boutique, the other people
staring at her. Quite possibly poking her with a stick. He scoffed when
she smiled again, annoyed by the way she was behaving. She turned and
looked at him.
“What?” She asked. He shook his head, crossing his
arms across his chest. She arched an eyebrow. “Are you okay, Joe?” She
asked, still calm due to the effect that Kevin had over her.
He responded. He didn’t know why he was acting like this. Well, okay,
he did, but he didn’t want to admit why he was acting like this. Owning
up to it would mean he would be admitting to himself and to Macy Misa
that he wanted nothing more than to be the person she thought of that
made her smile the way she smiled when she thought about his brother.
Not the obsessed fangirl smile that was often times accompanied with
hyperventilating or loud squealing, by then genuine “in love” smile that
she gave that stupid blanket.
“You don’t…seem fine,” she
pushed, turning so that she was sitting next to him, her body pressing
against his side slightly. He felt his breath hitch. Was this what it
was like to have a fangirl moment?
“Trust me,” he responded,
finding that his voice was doing the high-pitched thing Kevin’s did when
he was lying. He cleared his throat. “Trust me,” he began again, “I’m
“Mmhm,” she said, not fully believing him. “How’d I get
here anyway?” She asked, tilting her head upward to study Joe’s face.
She was still calm, he noticed, but he found it hard for him to be
thankful for that since it wasn’t of his own doing. It was nice that she
was talking to him as a person and all, but he didn’t like the idea of
her being more interested in his brother than she was in him. Did that
make him a bad person?
He looked down at her, which was probably a
bad idea. He studied her eyes, her nose, her lips and he felt something
rise up inside of him. Had he always been so attracted to his best
friends, well, best friend? He took a sudden deep breath, trying to
remind himself that oxygen was good and that he should keep breathing.
Macy blinked, eyes shifting focus from Joe’s own eyes to his lips where
he had just drawn a breath. She wondered if she was making him nervous.
That would be a strange turn of events, especially since she was the one
who was always nervous around him.
“Well,” Joe began, remembering
that she had just asked him a question, “you kind of passed out in that
store…” he trailed off, watching as a slight blush formed across her
“I’m so sorry!” She said, flustered by the memory of knocking him over when she was twirling in the store. Joe bit his lip.
“It’s okay,” he said, adding in his head At least your calm now, even if I am more annoyed by that than I should be.
She stared at him for a long moment, waiting for him to continue. “Oh
yeah,” he said, realizing he still hadn’t answered he question, “After
you passed out, I lifted you up into a fireman’s carry and took you to
my car and then to here.” Macy sighed. That was so typical of JONAS’
number one superfan. Fainting in the very presence of one of the
Nice job, Macy, she thought bitterly, looking
away from Joe and back down at the blanket covering her legs. Joe felt
some jealousy rise up in him again, wondering what it was about Kevin
that made her feel so much more secure than his presence did. Maybe it
was just the thought of Kevin? He wasn’t here after all.
crap!” Macy shouted, standing to her feet, “my mom is still at the
mall!” She whipped out her cell phone and dialed her mom’s number. Joe
watched her for a moment before his eyes settled on the blanket that had
fallen from her lap.
“Mom?” Macy said into the receiver. Her mom shouted some kind of frantic reply into her ear.
sorry, mom!” She said, “I fainted and Joe Lucas brought me back to his
house…” Her mother said something again, calmer this time.
mom,” she said, “yeah, I’m fine now. Joe is keeping my company.” The
woman’s once shrill voice had finally returned to normal.
I could,” she said, putting her hand over the receiver and turning to
Joe, “Can I hang out here for awhile while my mom finishes up her
shopping?” She asked. Joe smiled inwardly. Maybe he could get to where
he had the same effect over Macy that Kevin did. Even though he knew the
fact that he didn’t have it in the first place was going to drive him
“Yeah,” Joe said, trying to be cool, “That’d be cool.”
said, yeah, mom,” she responded, “Okay. Okay. Love you too. See you
when you get here. Bye.” She hit the end button on her phone and plopped
back down on the couch. Joe resisted the urge to put his arm around
her. He didn’t want to send her back into fangirl mode after she had
just calmed down and started acting normal. He liked normal Macy. She
was easier to talk to.
“Where’s Stella at?” Macy asked, suddenly, looking around the living room, “Isn’t she, like, always here?” Joe sighed.
always,” he said. Stella was the last thing he wanted to think about
with her best friend sitting next to him, her arm pressing against his.
“I thought she told me she would be here today,” Macy said.
“She was here earlier,” Joe responded, wondering when she was going to stop worrying about Stella and relax.
she said, mind wandering back to a few minutes earlier when his
breathing had hitched due to her touch. He probably thought she hadn’t
noticed, but she did and now she was eager to experiment. For a second
though, she paused, wondering where the new calmness she felt was coming
from. She smiled slightly when she realized the change of pace from
freaking out about where she was and who she was with has turned into
her smiling at the odd blanket she was covered under. She guessed it was
then that she started to reevaluate the situation. Maybe it had finally
clicked that the Lucas brothers were more than just stars, they were
real people who knew where to get blankets with trumpet playing otters
“Joe?” She asked, scooting closer to him so that she overlapped his arm.
He asked, finding it harder to breathe than usual. Wasn’t this usually
Nick’s department? Girls didn’t usually make The (self-proclaimed) Joe
Lucas nervous. Macy smiled, leaning her head against his chest. Joe
“Where’d you guys find that blanket?” She felt
Joe’s arm slip around her waist. He wondered if she was secretly
enjoying what she was doing to him, or if she knew what she was doing at
all. Maybe she was trying to apologise? Or maybe he just needed to
accept this for what it was.
“Not sure,” he lied. Stella had made
that blanket for Kevin awhile ago. He just somehow felt that mentioning
Stella would ruin the moment. Macy pulled away from him slightly,
looking directly into his eyes.
“Really?” She asked. His heart pounded.
he said, “Kevin got it as a gift.” Macy licked her lips. Suddenly they
had started to feel dry. Joe swallowed, breaking eye contact to watch
her tongue slide along the pink contour of her lip. He wondered if she
knew that that did to him. Probably not.
“From who?” she asked,
straightening up a bit more, but still staying close. Joe almost
whimpered. She wanted this moment to be ruined, didn’t she?
“I don’t know,” he said, his voice sounded distant to him. Her touch had practically turned his brain to mush.
“Oh,” she said, licking her lips again and watching his reaction. Again, he swallowed, watching her tongue with interest.
you want to kiss me, Joe?” She asked, straddling his lap and realizing
that at this moment, he was practically putty in her hands. Now, Macy
Misa wasn’t the manipulative type, but somehow seeing Joe at her mercy
like this made her want to be. She had never had this kind of power over
any guy before, let alone a famous-she stopped in the middle of that
thought, feeling her heart begin to pound.
Keep it together, Macy, she thought to herself, avoiding thinking anything other than there was a cute boy gazing up at her adoringly.
he whispered in response to her question and she couldn’t help but
smile, gripping his face in her hands. He stared at her, finding it hard
“Well?” She asked, feeling his arms snake around her
waist, pulling her into him, “What are you waiting for, Joe Lucas?” She
closed her eyes and leaned down, just close enough to where he could
easily close the distance between them if he wanted to. Joe watched her
for a moment, wanting to remember the way she looked with her eyes
closed, lips parted slightly, waiting for him to kiss her and then he
leaned in and covered her lips with his.
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