OK, so being in love with someone I can never have was never part of my life plan. Find someone, fall in love, get married, possibly have children, and live together till the end of our days. Cliché? Maybe, but true.

I, Macy Misa, have done what no best friend should ever do. Fall in love with your best friend's "love interest"; Joe Lucas, or at least that's what I looks like from here. So falling for Joe, not my best move, and because of this I started dating Randolph or Randy (his real nickname), and to cover up any signs of my interest in Joe…beautiful, sweet, funny-no, no.

Anyway, I made people think I liked Nick…not Joe. And guess what? They fell into my "trap", that's what Randy calls it. The only problem is that Randolph is really gay, and the only other human who knows about my infatuation with Joe. And he graciously obliged to help me the way I help him. You see his mom doesn't like the fact that he is gay, so he is proving to her that he is straight or whatever, and I'm trying to move on from Joe.

Now we just need to pull it off. We're prying this works, for both of our sakes.

(JMJMJMJMJMJMJM)

"Macy!"

"Oh, hey Stella." I smiled up at my best friend. We were standing by my locker. It was open, and I was currently trying to get my ice skates to stay in my locker, without cutting my self, or my homework.

"So I was talking to Van Dyke, and I decided to give him another chance."

"Really?" Shock was evident in my voice.

"Well, yeah. Joe obviously not interested, so I need to move on."

"I know what you mean." I didn't say it very loud, but she heard. Understanding seemed to spread across her face.

"Oh, Mace, I'm sorry about Randolph."

I almost asked what she was talking about. That would have ruined everything. "Actually, we got back together."

"Really? Macy that's great!" She squealed and hugged me. "But, wait then what are you talking about?"

"Um…I liked Nick, so I just need to learn to move on."

She nodded her head, as if it made sense now.

"So what about Joe?" I asked. The question was about if she going to give up on him entirely. She didn't catch on.

"What about Joe?"

"Yeah, what about me?" I jumped and almost hit him with skate that hadn't completely gone into my locker. He grabbed my arm; his face was terrified, reflecting mine.

"Sorry!" I squeaked. He smiled.

"It's cool." He then gave me arm back. I turned slowly to try to put it in my locker once again.

"Maybe, you shouldn't sneak up on people." Stella gave him a duh-your-an-idiot glare.

"Sorry, I didn't know the penalty to sneaking up on people was death." I cringed; I wasn't that close to his face was I? It wasn't like I meant to do stuff like that.

"You know Joe-" Stella started.

"Macy, hey!" Randolph ran up and snuck his arm around my waist, I smiled at him. "I was just looking for you. Stella." He nodded and smiled at her then he hesitated and added, "Joe."

"Randolph." He said it coldly. I frowned in confusion, I thought he liked Randy.

"Hi Randolph," Stella smiled.

"Hey Randy," I locked eyes with him for a minute; I really needed to talk to him.

"I see you two need to catch up. Come on Joe."

"Um, I'll meet you in class." He said. What was he doing? I needed to speak to Randy, and Joe was never part of the equation. Well, he was, just not this equation-oh, you get it!

Stella raised her eyebrow, but then nodded. "See ya Macy, Randolph." She smiled and walked away.

Awkward Silence. Ever had one of those?

"Right, well, I have to get to class." He must have figured we wouldn't be able to talk anytime soon, "Ya math!" I laughed at his sarcasm.

"Aw, well, I'll be here for you after." I said in playful concern. He laughed, too. He was like the brother I never had, but if he was my bother, this would be kinda weird.

"I'm counting on it." He said it in a too friendly kind of way, so he kissed my check before saying; "Bye Mace."

"Bye Randy!" I called after him. I let my eyes stayed glued to his back for a couple seconds more than necessary. I didn't need Joe, of all people, to think I really didn't like Randy, more than a friend that is.

"Isn't he great?" I asked Joe in a dreamy voice. Joe scoffed as if it were a joke, but then sighed.

"Yeah, he sure is." I put my hand on his arm to get him to look at me.

"Are you alright?"

"Peachy." He sneered.

"Is this about Stella? She told me about what…happened."

He took a deep breath through his nose, as if he were in pain. "Sorta. Look I have to get to class." He pulled away, and started to walk away. That hurt.

"Joe." I called after him. He stopped but paused before turning to me.

"Yeah?"

"If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here." OK, so I sounded like a shrink, but I still wanted to be friends. Friends. With Joe Lucas. Of JONAS. No, of school.

Ok, so I know I should really be working on Macy Misa's Secret, but I couldn't fall asleep because this story kept bouncing around in my head. Should I continue? Reviews please?

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