Chapter 1.

My head was simply throbbing.

I threw off my jacket and shoes, quickly disposing of them at the door of my bedroom. I tore off the thick, blonde mass that was pinned to my hair cap, the cap saying pinned and pulling out of my hair in one fell swoop. My brown locks cascaded down from the bun they had been in past my shoulders, I threw the offending hair on my makeup table and collapsed onto my bed.

I heard a knock from the door and looked up. Mom stood there, smiling brightly at me.

"Great job, tonight, sweetie."

"Thanks, Mom." I said softly.

"Get a good night's rest! You've got Track tomorrow early." I groaned and rolled over in my bed, sighing deep. I heard her footsteps approaching and then the bed dip beside me, indicating she had sat down. She rubbed my back softly. "Honey, why don't you drop a few sports? I think you're really overworking yourself." She said, trying to be gentle.

"No, Mom, I can't drop my sports. If I don't, then I don't have alibis for concerts, remember?" I explained for what had to have been the millionth time. It was my rule. My easiest rule. One secret. After school, sports, during summer, camp. It was inconspicuous, and made it infallible as long as I didn't change anything. As long as I didn't drop any sports.

My mom shook her head uneasily and looked at me knowingly.

"Darling, why don't you just tell Stella? She'll understand. She's friends with those boys, right?" Mom said, smiling hopefully. I sighed, knowing that it wasn't nearly as simple as she thought it was.

"I'm not worried that she won't understand, it's more...well, complicated..."

---

"Uhg. The bitch. I cannot believe that she did it again!!" Stella let out a screech and chucked the magazine into the trash can angrily. She stomped over to her locker and hastily spun

"Stella, It's okay. It's not like she's personally trying to piss you off. That's what's in style, right?" I said uneasily, trying to calm her. She hated me.

"No! We're ahead of everyone. We're brand new off the boat from Milan fabric not sitting in a bin of discount scrap fabric!!"

"Stella, I think you're over-reacting."

"SHE WORE THE SAME DRESS AS ME!!" She squealed. The fact of it was, was that I had worn a dress to the MVA's that Stella had shown to me earlier in the week on the internet, not realizing that she planned on wearing it. So, I showed up in the dress, only to read in Teenster Magazine a week later that Stella Malone, JONAS's best friend and stylist, wore it to the JONAS movie premiere the night after. 46% said she wore it better. 54% was in my favor. These statistics didn't really help her rage.

"Coincidence?" I said, meekly, trying not to get on her bad side. She gave me a furious glare and ripped open her locker.

"Coincidence. Right. God, Luna Rai Wynters is the bane of my existence. I swear." She said, hastily grabbing her American Government book out, only to have half of her locker spill out onto the ground at our feet. She gasped, then sunk to her knees, groaning. I kneeled and started helping her with her stuff. "All I know is that it's good that I've never met her. And hopefully, never will."

"Right, well, I have class. Can't be late!" I said, smiling uneasily. Stella nodded, continuing to pick up her things. I walked toward my Biology class, sighing worriedly. If only she knew that her best friend was Luna Rai Wynters.

I strolled into Biology, taking a seat at my lab table. I saw Kevin come in a few minutes after me, and I grinned.

"Hi, Kevin!" I squeaked, my voice ridiculously high from my fangirl mode, grinning uncontrollably. He took the seat next to mine and smiled.

"Hey, Macy, how are you today?" he asked. I smiled back.

"I'm great! A little tired, last night was tiring, but I'm great! How are you?!"

"Good. I had an awesome dream last night."

Ever since Kevin I decided to be friends, we've been working on me not freaking out around the boys. I may be an international popstar, but unfortunately, I still legitimately swoon at just hearing the word JONAS. Either way, Kevin was helping. I have to admit, I had started to zero in on Kevin in my swooning. But it could just be that I'm spending more time with him than his brothers.

"Onion root tip cells. That's what's on your slides right now. Okay? So, separate and label them into the phases of mitosis, and the first partners to get it, get a night off from homework." The class quickly went to work and Kevin pulled the microscope over to him, inserting the first slide in and peering into the scope.

"So, you wanna know something super top secret?"

"Sure." I said, giggling. He switched the slides and pushed the microscope over to me. I put it to my eye before he continued.

"And this is super secret, that means no posting it as news on your fansite, okay?" He said, smiling softly. I laughed nervously, pushing the microscope over to him. I scribbled 'Anaphase' down next to the slide number before looking back up at him. He put the third slide in and looked through the glass, adjusting the knobs.

"I don't actually have...the site anymore. I handed over to a co-web. It felt too weird. You know, knowing you guys and stuff." I explained. He looked up from the onion slide and nodded at me. He wrote 'prophase' on our sheet and then switched the slide again.

"Yeah, but, still, no tell, okay?"

"Okayyy." I said, pacifying his trust. He pushed the microscope over to me, once again and I looked into it. Anaphase.

"Guess where JONAS is preforming on Friday?" He whispered, grinning excitedly.

"Where?" I asked, now sincerely curious.

"the Teentastic Summer Awards. We're the surprise act."

"But..." I said meekly. "Isn't Luna Wynters performing there, too?" I was now terrified. JONAS and I were performing at the same show. We would almost definitely meet. And Stella would too.

"Yeah. Stella doesn't know."

"Is she going?"

"She has to. She'd go insane if we ever went onstage without her okay on our outfits. It's her reputation."

"Yeah..."

"So, uh, I didn't just tell you that for no reason. I was kinda wondering if you maybe wanted to come watch? Hang out with us like Stella does, you know? I mean, if you wanted to. You don't have to, I could understand if you have like, a bird wedding or a garden bearing to go to or a Indigo League to fight or-"

"Kevin, I really wish I could--"

"Oh, oh, it's cool. No problem, don't worry."

"I'm actually going out of town that weekend. Visiting my dad. I'm really sorry. I wish I could have seen you preform, though. I'm sure you'll do amazing." I was lying through my teeth.

Sometimes I really do wish I wasn't so good at lying. I wish that someone would call me out on it and make me tell them the truth. I wish Kevin knew about me. I wish I could say yes to his offer, but respectively reminding him that I had to perform, but every other second I could, I'd love to hang out with him.

"Thanks." He said, slight disappointment in his voice.

"Kevin, I swear, I'm not making up excuses. I really wish I could go with you. But, my dad is dead set on me visiting him."

"No, it's cool. I get it. How about next time?"

"Next time for sure. I'd love to.

So, this is my mind going off at four in the morning.

My new facination with Macy/JONAS fics is highly inspired by the week I spent in Texas with Deni (hoLLywOOdgurrl), Anna (YoureMyFavoritex), and Cayce (MyJonasSensesAreTingling3) - all of the formerly wonderful Jonas/HannahMontana Monarchy. We're so rad, and we met IRL. PSHAYES.

During this time, as you could imagine a bunch of fanfiction-ers would do, we talked about and read fanfiction. Mostly the JONAS boards. Nice, eh?

Either way, I got it knocked into my head about how adorable Macy was - ALONG WITH MEETING NICOLE ANDERSON - and that we needed to start writing again.

Props to Deni for coming up with Macy's alter ego's name. And to my dad for being weird and buying Twilight for himself, and making it so I could use the dialogue of the biology teacher for my Kacy scene. Woo!

So, reviews would be pretty amazing. If you like it, if you think it's awful. Yeah, it's a chapter story. Because I'm incapable of writing oneshots. Coolness.

-em