I was going to call this 'Lovebug' but I thought this suited it better. Seeing as you all seemed to like the 'in denial Nick' from 'Thanks For The Dance' and 'My Lips Like Sugar' I decided to write about him. I spent an hour in a free class today writing out the first three paragraphs. That'll give you a clue as to how freaking long this thing took me. So now I have a headache and it's Nick's fault. I wonder if he has a constant headache and that's why he's always so... Nick-ish.
Anyway! This is a two shot. And I'd like to dedicate it to WyszLo for giving me a review that made me melt. And the melted me spewed out onto a page and this was created. My French teacher wasn't very pleased but I kinda liked it.
Thanks to everyone reading. You guys make me the happiest person alive.
The First Step To Solving A Problem-
Is Admitting You Have One In The First Place.
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"When you admit you have a problem, you're already half way to solving it."
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But what could that have to do with Nick Lucas?
He's Nick-freaking-Lucas for crying out loud.
And Nick Lucas doesn't have problems.
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"You amuse me." Nick's almost smile curved at the corners of his chapped lips, as he spied his older brother.
"Really? Something actually amusing Nick? Are you feeling okay?" The eighteen year old tore his eyes from 'Scooby Doo' for a few seconds to stare Nick down, with a disbelieving look etched across his childlike features.
Nick's brow furrowed.
"Actually no." He carefully took a seat on the sofa next to the older boy. "I feel… happy…" Nick Lucas was often happy but he rarely ever showed it. He lived by the rule that if you look bored, people think you know what you're doing. His statement was answered by a sarcastic laugh from the Scooby Doo fanatic and a scoff from upstairs, quickly followed by the sound of skin sliding down metal.
"Maybe it had something to do with the genuine, non - fan girl smile you got today from the girl you're crushing on." Joe walked over to join his brothers on the sofa, plonking down in between the eldest and the second youngest, so he was sitting in the middle. The way it was always done. The way it should be. The way Nick organised it.
Nick rolled his eyes.
"I do not have a crush on Macy." His scowl and serious tone returning.
From the place on his right he heard a chuckle.
But Nick seriously doubted killing his brothers would help the situation, however satisfactory it would feel.
Although there was the problem of the mess.
And Nick Lucas hates mess.
But, he could probably pay someone to-
He mentally shook the thought from his mind. Macy would not be pleased if he eliminated two thirds of her favourite band.
"Did I say anything about Macy?" Joe asked, his eyebrows hiding in his hair.
"I don't believe so Joseph. I do believe Nicholas brought her up all by himself." Kevin never pulled his attention from the cartoon.
Nick had to wonder how these two were older than him.
Had they been short chromosomes or nuclei when they were born?
Because, surely, if himself and Frankie were normal then it wasn't the result of parental breeding.
Although, Mr and Mrs Lucas were just practicing with Kevin, getting the hang of it with Joe and then got it perfect.
After all, practice makes perfect.
You raise two nutters, you'll eventually get it right.
"Dude," The straight haired one started when Nick didn't respond. "You've got a major crush on her. Why don't you just ask her out?"
Nick laughed dryly.
"Like you're one to give relationship advice." His acerbic demeanour had fully returned.
"Hey, I'm working on it." Joe raised his hands in surrender.
"You know," Kevin started, finally managing to tear his eyes from the thrilling mystery behind the Phantom Virus. "The first step to solving a problem-"
"Is admitting you have one in the first place." Joe finished.
Kevin and Joe do that a lot.
Finish each others sentences.
But I guess that's what comes with being the trail runs.
Nick stood up, being unable to the anymore of his brothers' ludicrous accusations.
"I do not have a problem." He told them, walking toward the staircase.
Because it was true.
Nick Lucas never has problems.
"Sure, sure." The older boys nodded, turning a little on the sofa to watch Nick with beady eyes.
"And," Nick just wanted to clarify. "I do not have a crush on Macy."
His adamant scowl was right where it should be and his jaw was locked as tight as a treasure chest without a key.
"Now I'm speechless-" Joe started.
"Over the edge, I'm just breathless." Kevin continued.
"I never thought that I'd catch this," Joe grinned and the two finished in unison.
"Love bug again."
Nick was relieved when their voices faded behind him and he was able to bask in the comfortable silence of his own living space.
No wonder he's always in a bad mood.
You would be too if you had to put up with Shaggy and Scooby everyday.
Macy tried to remember when it happened. When she stopped seeing him as her idol and started seeing him as the boy who was slowly but surely breaking her heart.
Nick Lucas.
Of all the people to have a crush on, it had to be Nick, didn't it?
Was this Fate's idea of a cruel joke?
A Heavenly Hurt sent from a Cupid without a cause?
Payback for hitting him with various dangerous objects?
Because this was truly the work of something sinister.
Nothing good could have created this feeling.
The feeling that knowing that any possible chance she'd have ever even had was ruined by her tendency to over-obsess.
Not that she'd probably ever had a chance with someone as perfect as Nick regardless.
Ordinary people don't shine bright enough for the stars to notice them.
Macy Misa would never be beautiful enough, or talented enough, or serious enough for Nick Lucas to see her as anything other than 'crazy, messed up, obsessed fan girl.'
She didn't deserve him anyway.
He was perfection.
She was Macy Misa.
And that never seemed to be good enough for anyone.
Let alone someone like Nick.
Nick changed his shirt again as he thought about the newest atrocity his brothers' had thrust upon him.
Him?
Falling for Macy?
Impossible.
Unthinkable.
Unimaginable.
He looked at the sheet music on his piano again.
So, it had been inspired by her?
That didn't mean he was crushing on her.
He was just grateful to be inspired by someone who he wasn't head over heels in the moment for.
He winced.
Those stupid morons, dumb and dumber downstairs, putting that song in his head.
"I can't get your smile out of my mind…" He sang softly, buttoning up his red-checked shirt. Okay, so one line in that entire song related to the girl. One single line. That hardly qualifies as a crush. Some people have pretty smiles. Macy happens to be one of them. "I think about your eyes all the time…" He reached the last button. "You're beautiful, but you don't even try…"
He straightened out the shirt and examined himself in the mirror. "Modesty is just so hard to find…" He smiled at his reflection. He didn't even know what had prompted him to change. Something about wiping the day off of him. He didn't really know. It was something Macy had said at some point over the past year. That she often changed her clothes when she had a bad day, so it would be like starting a new.
"Now I'm speechless, over the edge I'm just breathless…" He walked over and opened the window. For some reason just thinking about her smile was lifting his mood again. "I never thought that I'd catch this…" He listened as the throng of fans finished for him. "Love bug again!" They sang in an off key tune but it sounded quite harmonic to Nick. He gave them a big smile, to which he heard many cheers and quite a substantial amount of gasps. "Anyone got a smile they wanna show me?" He asked. If a single smile from a single girl -that he didn't have a crush on- could lift him the way Macy's had, imagine what an entire sea of smiles could do?
Every single fan beamed up at him and he waited to get that same feeling he had earlier when she had smiled at him.
He waited for another few seconds, taking in all the smiles from all the fans.
And!
…
Nothing…
He didn't feel a thing.
Macy pulled on a new pair of jeans before wiping the smudged eyeliner.
So she had shed a tear or two over her crushed heart?
It happens.
But now she was starting fresh.
After all, it was only four pm. Plenty of time to, maybe, take a run or just a stroll.
She might even go to the park.
Or feed the ducks.
Wherever the wind took her she'd gladly oblige.
Because now Macy had a new outfit so she was a new girl.
She was free.
She inspected herself in the mirror, tugged a little at the ends of her shirt, smiled and opened the door.
"I never thought that I'd catch this…"
And in the distance she swore she heard a choir finish the song for her.
Okeydokey. There it is. Chapter two will either be tomorrow or the next day. Perhaps Sunday because I'm going to a party tomorrow. It's a fancy dress. You must go as a celebrity. I'm going as Joe and Shirley's going as Nick. We're gonna find a randomer there and make him our Kevin. Speaking of parties, I wanted to thank everyone for all the birthday messages. I grinned like an idiot upon reading them. You guys really know how to make me happy!
Oh! And I went to schoo dressed as a Gangsta today, for the laugh (to kill some time) and I started rapping in Math and banging a drum beat on the table and then other people decided to join in and take over so I got us a day without Math. The teacher thought it was hilarious!
Good luck to Cork in the match Sunday. I hope we win!
Sorry for this novel of an author's note.
Later dudes! :)