"Wednesday. Perfect. Two more days of school and I'm already feeling Friday tired. FRIDAY TIRED! That's the tardiest of all tiredness!" Kevin bawled poking at his soggy cereal.

Yes, it annoys me to hear him whining this early in the morning but to be honest, it annoys me every morning. A story in the life of Kevin would be incredible easy to write, he doesn't say much more than 'I'm tired' or 'How does this foreign non-sleep related subject involve koala's'.

"Kevin, stop moaning! Unless I'm allowed to stay home with the headache your causing me then, Kevin, by all means, carry on" I mumble fighting the urge to through my unused spoon at him.

"Nick, how about no!" He replies smugly as if hes just won an argument.

"Hey guys", I nod back to Stella who has just come through the front door. She walks over and frowns when she notices that only Joe has finished his breakfast. "You two are slow. Come on, we can't afford to be late."

I frown at her demand and look at her again.

"Thank you misses bossy boots."

I chuckle watching as Joe sticks up for me and Kevin.

"She's right sweetie" Mum says picking our bowls up and putting them into the sink. My jaw drops as she does so, although I don't have the courage to say anything as she is my mother.

As my throw my bag over my shoulder and quickly rush to grab something to eat, Kevin pulls me out the door and throws me into the waiting car.

"What have you done to your hair Joe?" Stella's laughs as Joe reluctantly allows Stella to pull down his hood. Everyone in the car screams with laughter as Joe's curled; flicky hair comes into full blown view.

"Hot" Stella smirks comforting Joe, not at all feeling sorry for him as he scrunches up his nose and moves away from her waiting arms like a child.

The rest of the journey begins my day quiet magnificently as Joe tries to defend his hair, Kevin laughs and makes fun of him and Stella follows in suit. Being the responsible J.O.N.A.S, I yell at driver Kevin and make sure we get to school in one piece.

Once we get to school, I run to my locker to get out of the way of Stella and Joe arguing. Kevin being Kevin stays and encourages the fight.

I smile at Macy who stands with her back against Stella's locker. I notice her gloomy expression and non-breaking bones movements and automatically become worried.

"What's wrong?" I ask closing my locker and mimicking her actions.

"I'm so annoyed. I promised my teachers something and well... I don't think I can do it! I need Stella..."

I'm not one to be concerned about someone who doesn't need my help but... It's Macy. She's never sad.

"Is there any way I can help?" I ask letting her know I'm here for her but not forcing her to tell me.

"Wow, Nick of J.O.N.A.S is prepared to help me-" I sigh, not waiting for her to finish. Just when I think I'm getting a serious conversation out of Macy she decides to go all fan girl on me.

"Macy!"

I go back as Stella has a normal conversation. I ignore Joe as he tries to hide his head in my locker and Kevin tries to pull it out. I finish, standing and watching as Joe continues to hide in my locker.

"Get out. Or move in. No wait, move in. Can I have your bed? I can use it." I smile, letting my mind wonder onto new, wonderful ideas.

My thoughts soon fade as when I start to come through I notice Macy again, pouting and looking in need of a hug.

I push it out of my mind and go back to arguing with Joe when I see my silent thought is put to rest as Stella hugs her, ignoring me and my brothers.

New NACY story :).
Do I have anything else better to do with my life you may be thinking? Well, no, if I'm Frank. Which I'm not, I'm Clare...
Anyway, I hope this one comes out as good as it is in my brain :).