Title: Shall We Dance?

Author: Meaning Scene:

A/N: This is just going to be a series of fun/cute/sweet little one-shots all centered around the theme of JONAS and dancing. I mean… let's be honest: who HASN'T dreamt of dancing with Nick, Joe, or Kevin at some point?

This one is a return to my true love: Kacy. The song featured is "Last Dance" by Sarah McLachlan. If you haven't heard it, youtube/iTunes it! It's breathtaking.

Please review, and if you have any ideas you'd like to see featured, feel free to let me know!

~ Meaning Scene

"So she dances in and out of the crowd, like a glance.

This romance is, from afar, calling me silently."

Josh Groban, "So She Dances"

There was a specific routine Macy followed every night. When the clock read "10:00 pm", she'd brush her teeth and wash her face. At "10:05", she'd slip into her pajamas, which was really just a tee shirt Kevin had given her before he left. At "10:06", her barefeet would pitter-pat down the hallway and into her bedroom. "10:07" saw her putting the mixed cd of lullabies Kevin had given her in her CD player; she turned it to her favorite track entitled "Last Dance" and pressed the repeat button.

Smiling when she heard the pretty piano, Macy would twirl around her room for a minute or two. At approximately "10:09", she would take out her picture of Kevin and stare at it lovingly, just like he had asked her to. She tried to remember him; tried to remember the smell of his skin after playing in the pool, the way his eyes twinkled when he smiled. She tried to remember the sound of his laughter, or the way he pursed his lips when he was thinking.

All the things a photograph could not possibly capture, but it was all she had to go on.

Soon, she grew tired, and placing the photo on her desk, she would turn out the light and listen to the piano's gentle waltz as it danced her into sleep.

The dream was always the same. She was standing amidst the back acres of a large southern plantation. It was springtime; dogwood trees were in bloom, their flowers falling like fluffy snowflakes. A swing was perched a few feet away from her, a gentleman sitting on its bench.

Walking forward, she could feel the cotton of her long dress brush against her legs. Grass tickled the delicate arches of her bare feet, and her hair swung freely down and around her shoulders. As she neared, the gentleman would look up; it would only take a glance for him to stand and run to her with open arms. When she jumped into his embrace, he would swing her in a large, wide circle. Then, he would set her on the ground gently, placing his left hand on the middle of her back while holding her palm with his right.

Like this, they would begin to dance.

As they danced, the sweet song played; never ending, never changing. Occasionally, her clumsy feet trod on his, but he only laughed it off. She would smile up at him gratefully and begin the double-edged duty of taking him in.

She began with his eyes. Today, they looked green. Sometimes, she couldn't tell, but no; definitely green today. Green as the grass, green as the trees. They were glowing in the light of his soft smile, a smile meant just for her. Every feature of his face was beautiful, from his scattered freckles to the adorable dimple on his chin. Curly hair lay wherever it liked, looking adorably disobedient; how very like him.

She could feel his strong arms around her; his arms did many things in life, but this was her favorite. She wondered if he loved to hold her as much as she loved to be held by him. Closing her eyes, she could just barely make out the way he smelled as her head leaned against his chest, listening for a heartbeat she knew better than her own.

Yes; a double-edged duty indeed. Because none of it was real.

They felt it before the moment came. Darkness always swiftly and quickly fell upon their little haven, and they would be parted. A soft kiss on her lips was all he could manage before the blackness arrived…

… to betray Macy to early morning light.

The song was still playing as she sat up in bed. Glancing at the clock on her desk, the digital numbers read "6:30 am".

Like clockwork, indeed.

Rising, she turned off the CD, the last remnant of her dream-evening with Kevin fading. Then, turning to her calendar, she scratched off another day with a large "X".

38 days down; 15 to go. Then, Kevin would be home, and she wouldn't have to dream anymore.

Macy smiled as she looked at the numbers. She could hardly wait.