This is meant to be taken lightly and I'm trying my best to make it seem as close to the show as possible, keeping it within plotlines of each episode and making sure that the relationship of Nick and Macy in each chapter matches up with their relationship at the point it was at in the given time of the show. Because she was still an obsessive superfan for the first few episodes, she'll be just as fanatic in the first few chapters. But, with each chapter, their relationship will progress and sooner than you think she'll have become the calmed down superfan that we all know and love.

This first one takes place at the end of the first episode, and if you recall Macy had a conversation with Stella about how "Nick was standing so close and I had to have a piece of him," and confessed that she was the crazed fan who ripped his sleeve. ;)

Also, I'm currently looking for a Beta for this. Anyone interested?

Enjoy!

Macy Misa had come to learn throughout her two years of attendance at the praised Horace Mantis High School that, excluding the coaches and freshman athletes who (sometimes literally - it's a long story) kissed the ground at her feet, she was never one to be noticed by others. She could expertly walk down the twisting corridors without so much as a second glance from others, putting her graceful athleticism to use while dodging the careless jocks and occasional stragglers that always seemed to just miss bumping into her and sending all of their books flying into a pile on the ground. It's not like she didn't want to stand out, because she did, but camouflaging herself was just a natural ability she'd possessed ever since she was a little girl. The only time she felt she could truly be recognized was when she was on the sports fields - and when she was with Stella, of course. Stella could recognize her anywhere.

Not once in her life did she do so much as make the smallest altercation of her school uniform in order to be noticed, unlike Stella who accessorized her uniform to the point where the original (handbook-acceptable) uniform she once sported was unrecognizable. In turn, Stella received all the stares of love struck teenage boys while Macy was only paid attention to by Stella. Stella, her coaches, and her athletic followers. She long ago accepted that these were the only people who paid any attention to her, and it was for this very reason that it came as a sweeping surprise to her when she felt a tap on her shoulder as she was making a quick stop at her locker between fifth and sixth period.

She knew very well that Stella was on the other side of the building in Trigonometry, having memorized her schedule for the simple fact that she was her only good friend. Though the curiosity was begging her to turn around and see who had acknowledged her, she knew very well that she had to get her books together and head to class or she'd be late for the third time this week, so she continued trading books and binders between her hands and locker as if no one had reached out to her in the first place. Whoever it was would probably give up anyway, she figured, because after all she was - well, her.

"So, you're the one who ripped my sleeve at last night's concert?"

Her entire body went rigid as the words were spoken. She would recognize that voice anywhere as Nick of Jonas. You know, Jonas - that trio of inhumanly handsome brothers who just so happened to be plastered all over her bedroom walls. Yes, the same trio of inhumanly handsome brothers that she'd been obsessing over since - how long had it been now? Two years? Three? Ah yes, the very same.

And a third of the trio was standing right behind her.

Taking the final book that she needed from her locker, she shakily placed it on top of the pile in her arms and closed her locker. Slowly she began to turn around, half expecting for there to be no one and realize that she was only imagining that her celebrity infatuation was standing right behind her - looking at her, talking to her. But when the turn was complete, there he stood expectantly - the actual Nick of the actual Jonas standing before her with an actual smirk resting upon his perfect lips.

And she was frozen, yet again.

"Don't try to deny it, because Stella told me the entire story after you ran off with what was left of Joe's jacket earlier," his smirk grew and she began inwardly scolding herself. Gulp, move, respond, Misa! Do anything to prove you're not a lifeless vegetable.

"Macy?"

Her name had never sounded more beautiful, she mused. A few more moments of an awkwardly uncomfortable silence lingered between them as she continued mentally trying to get herself to utter any sort of a coherent word and he danced with the idea of just leaving her be and heading to algebra class as he'd originally planned. He'd gone so close as to begin turning on his heel before a small peep of an acknowledgement from her pulled him back to face her.

"Yes," she finally spoke in a high-pitched squeak. Embarrassedly, she cleared her throat before lowering her voice and repeating, "Yes?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, but it seemed like too much of a perfect conversation starter to pass up," he apologized.

"You're sorry!? No, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" she apologized frantically. With her words being spoken at a ruthlessly fast pace she continued, "I never should've ripped your sleeve last night! It's just that I'm sort of a really, really huge fan of your band - in fact, some say I'm your number one fan and I even have a T-shirt to prove it - and you were just standing so close to me last night that I had to have a piece of you so I just reached out and-"

"Macy!" Never. Sounded. More. Beautiful.

For a moment she thought she could see the corners of his mouth lift into a small smile, if you could call it that. The subtly of it made it nearly impossible to tell, but she swore to herself that it happened. Then again it could just as easily have been her active imagination, she thought logically as she tried to talk herself out of it. It was ludicrous - Nick of Jonas never smiled, let alone for little Macy Misa. It was impossible, simply impossible.

Right?

She looked back up at him and could clearly see that his lips were not curved, and his mouth was resting in a perfectly straight line. There were absolutely no remnants of smile - if anything, it looked like a frown. She was definitely just imagining it.

"You do know that breathing is a necessary part of life, right?" his voice broke her from her thoughts and pulled her back to reality - an unbelievable reality where Nick of Jonas was trying to have a conversation with her. If she didn't know any better she'd think she was dreaming, but she pinched herself in the arm and could very clearly feel the nerves in her arms go insane at the contact.

"Yes, I know that. I took Biology in freshman year," she giggled embarrassedly.

"Right, well, I'm sorry again for interrupting you," he began turning on his heel again to leave, but before she knew what she was doing she was calling out to stop him.

"Oh, Nick of Jonas!" she called with wide eyes.

"Just 'Nick' would suffice," he replied, turning back to face her. For the first time, as his eyes connected with her own widened ones, he noticed the mix of colors they possessed. The dark brown whirlpools were sprinkled with grains of a light green color that seemed to be spinning, dancing as they met with his lighter chocolate ones.

"Do you want your sleeve back so Stella can fix it? I have it right here!" she paused and reopened her locker to reach through the mounds of books and notebooks until she could feel the familiar piece of cloth brush against her shaking fingertips.

"Actually," he reached out a hand to stop her before she pulled it out to offer it to him, "you can keep it."

Macy, with her hand still wrapped around the sleeve in her locker, turned back to him with pure perplexity written clearly over her features. Her eyebrows furrowed as she asked, "But, why?"

"Because every number one fan deserves their own souvenir," he shrugged, "and you obviously wanted a souvenir."

The blush spread across her face like wildfire, and she closed her locker again before placing a cold hand on her cheek and looking down in an attempt to hide it. It was too late, though. He noticed.

And, unbeknownst to her, as she was staring at the patterns of the tiled floor in embarrassment, he smiled.

He'd waited until she wasn't looking because he'd always felt that genuine smiles were more personal than most people considered them to be, and that for a person to receive a direct smile from him it had to be earned. A smile from Nick Lucas was not unheard of, it was just inconceivable to most people because when he actually smiled they were never looking. It was like a shooting star or comet - they're up there somewhere in the sky at all the times, constantly blazing beyond the starry horizon, but sometimes people just can't see them because the shiny city lights are blocking their view of it.

Macy knew this very well, knew what it was like to have yourself obscured from the view of others because of shinier things - or people, like Stella. She was just Macy Misa: always there, but never noticed.

Except now.

He had noticed her - noticed her eyes, her blush, and the way she tried to hide it with her hand. But he'd only just met this crazed superfan and didn't want her to know that he'd noticed, so he waited until she wasn't looking and made sure to regain his unmoving composure as soon as he noticed her beginning to pick her head up.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around Macy," he simply nodded in her direction.

And after he'd turned around, after he'd walked ten feet, fifteen feet, twenty feet, after he'd rounded the corner and left her sight, and only after the final bell for class had rung did she finally process what he'd said and responded quietly, "I'll see you around, Nick."

So, thoughts? Even just a, "Great!" or "Looks good!" would help me out. Feel free to make suggestions for future episodes, too. (: