Disclaimer; I do not own JONAS LA (JONAS) nor do I own Disney

Hey guys! It's been a while since I've posted anything! Okay, it's only been a couple of days but for me that's a while! Haha so I decided to try something new. This is a songfic :) I was bored and I was listening to this and an idea popped up. I don't really know if you guys will like it but I was just experimenting.

It switches between Nick and Macy's POV but it's still set in third person. I don't really know how you manage to have two POVs in third person but I think this is how you do it. I don't know if it's right though. I think I should stick to one person's POV instead.

This will just be a couple of oneshots considering that when I wrote it I ended up having too much and couldn't cut it down. I'm not finished with it but I've got the base of each line/verse of the song. I don't know but I just needed this out.

So anyways, hope you like!

Homeless Heart

Lonesome Stranger
With a crowd around you
I see who you are

Macy walked through the crowded halls of Horace Mantis, her head down and her feet trying to walk as fast as possible. The sooner she gets out from the crowd the better. She mumbled 'sorry's' and 'excuse me's' as she careful weaved through the sea of students.

Her stomach quenched and she found it difficult to breathe. The massive blow on the stomach she received this morning was unbearable. She stopped on her track and clutched her stomach, finding the airway between her lungs and mouth closing in.

She stumbled to her locker, hoping that no student would be observant enough to notice her and she silently gasped for air. Her throat closed up and she was suddenly shaking uncontrollably. Her quivering hand reached for her bag and found the small rectangular container.

She thank God as she placed the small air vent against her lips and sucked in a deep gush of air. And then another. Her whole body relaxed as she managed to get herself together. She was still trembling from what happened earlier and she felt tears prick her eyes like needle pins.

She pried open her locker as she reached it and hastily shoved every book in her bag. She felt her arm ache at the force she was applying on it and she winced at the pressure. Her bag momentarily collided with the floor as she held her arm in pain.

Tears built up in her eyes and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying. She cautiously rolled up her school sleeve and examined the big purple bruise located on her upper arm. She let out a small sob and rolled her sleeve back down, a tear rolled down her rosy cheek and she carefully bended down as she picked her fallen bag off the floor.

"Macy? Mace are you okay?" an all too familiar voice asked. Macy froze. She knew his voice too well.

Her long wavy hair covered her face as she silently and uncontrollably let tears fall from her face. She angrily wiped the tears off her face with the back of her hand and mentally shouted at herself for having no control over herself and start crying at school.

"I'm f-fine N-Nick," she answers, her voice breaking. She was lying. She has been for 9 months now. She did her best to avoid eye contact with him and she stood back up, her eyes glued to the floor.

Her bottom lip trembled as she whimpered quietly. She quickly wiped her tears with her school sleeve and hoped that when she reaches homeroom the redness of her eyes and the bruise by her temple would go unnoticable.

"Macy?" Nick took a step towards her and held her lightly by her upper arms. Macy winced at the sudden physical contact and she moved away from him as she looked up. Big mistake. He saw the tears and he looked at her, shocked. "Macy-"

The bell rang and she looked away. She silently thank the bell and moved away from him. "I have to go." she choked and he made a move to stop her. "I'll see you later, Nick." she quickly manoveured her way around him and fast walked away from him.

"Macy wait!" Nick yelled as he grabbed hold of her arm.

"Nick, not now please.." her voice was pleading and he let her go of her arm, noticing that she was in pain. She fast walked and Nick darted towards Macy, in attempt to follow her, but failed as he lost her in the crowds of Horace Mantis students. He knew one thing for sure. Something was wrong with her.

You joke, they laugh
Till the show is over

Nick craned his head around the classroom of Biology as he looked for the hazel eyes brunette. Something was definitely wrong with her. It's been going on a while now. She could try and lie to him by telling him she's okay but he knew the truth. She was not okay.

It's been halfway through the lesson and Macy still hasn't turned up. Nick was more than worried now. Where was Macy? She's been acting awfully odd lately and he knew something was up. It was the last lesson of the day and Biology was the only lesson he ever shared with Macy.

He didn't see her at all today. The only time he saw her was earlier that morning when she was by her locker. She didn't show up at lunch at all. Normally, she would sit with them. But she hasn't been eating with them for so long now. Stella would always tell them that Macy told her it was football practice or basketball practice or some kind of another excuse.

Joe and Kevin would always believe her. Stella would be quite unsure. Nick, on the other hand, knew it wasn't football, basketball or some kind of another excuse practice. You won't have a tear stained face, red eyes and runny nose every single after lunch practice. What do they do? Make you work your butt off?

Nick knew she wasn't at practice at all. She would be in the bathroom stalls crying. Okay, maybe he did follow her once or twice to see what she was really up to. And, to be honest, Nick felt as if he needed to do something to help her. She was good at hiding things but she wasn't sneaky enough to do it. He guessed that it's the reason he came up to her that morning. To confront her. And when he saw her with her glistening eyes and disheartened look on her face, Nick knew he needed to do something.

He stared at the empty seat beside him and he felt a pang of hurt swell up in his stomach. Nick daydreamed for the rest of the lesson. His mind was elsewhere. He was pulled out of his thoughts as his Biology teacher called his name out.

"Yes Miss Nolan?" he asked politely and the middle aged teacher pointed around him. He looked around and realised that he was the only one in the classroom. "Oh, sorry.." he apologized.

He didn't even hear the bell ring. Miss Nolan shook her head as Nick began packing his things away. The brown haired teacher looked at him. "Mr. Lucas did you happen to know where Miss Misa was today? She didn't show up this lesson."

He sighed. "No Ma'am." he answered and he felt that guilty feeling returning. If he was such a good friend then he would know where she was. But, then again, Nick wasn't that close to Macy. Nick left the classroom without saying another word.

Down by his locker a familiar face was blended in the group of two thirds of JONAS and their stylist. Nick walked faster as he saw who was with Stella, Kevin and Joe. They were all laughing and smiling. "Oh! Hey Nick!" Kevin waved at him.

"Hi Kev," he answered plainly and stopped to gaze at the quiet brunette who was now busying herself by looking at her feet. "Macy?" he asked for her attention. She slowly and hesistantly looked up and Nick tried to read her eyes. Nothing. The sparkle was gone.

"Yes Nick?" she whispered oh so quietly. Nick felt his heart dropped at her deamenour. Where was the happy go lucky Macy gone? Why was she replaced with a broken and lost Macy? She's not the same Macy he met nearly two years ago.

Nick took in her appearance. This was not his- their Macy. This Macy was different. This wasn't the same Macy with a smile that could light up the room, this wasn't the Macy that could go on forever talking about little things that make a big difference. This was not the same Macy Misa.

This Macy Misa was broken and hurting. The redness of her eyes, the bags underneath them, the tear stained cheeks... Not even the layers of make up she was wearing can cover them up. Nick glanced at Stella, Joe and Kevin who was laughing continously and not even noticing lost little Macy Misa out in the dark. He needed to do something. Why wasn't anyone doing anything? Can't they see that someone is hurting?

"Oh! Nick you should have seen it!" Kevin exclaimed. "Macy was hilarious! She totally slammed Van Dyke and showed him who's boss! That'll teach him not to mess with us again! It's like an otter playing the tuba instead of the trumpet!"

They laughed and Nick found that it was only the same three laughing. He gazed at Macy who only stared out in space. "Van Dyke is so pissed!" Joe laughed hyesterically. Stella nodded in agreement, laughing tears in her eyes.

"Joseph! That's a horrible word!" Kevin laughed and Joe shrugged.

"So's your face!" he retorted and Kevin cried out in laughter.

The trio continued laughing and Nick didn't even know what was so funny about that subject. He glanced at Macy who looked at him for a split second before forcing herself to laugh with them.

"That was cold Misa." Van Dyke spat venomously as he walked past her. "That was seriously low. Even for you."

Macy stopped and her head hung low. Nick watched as Van Dyke stalked past his eyes glaring down at Macy. What would she do that would be so 'low'? It can't be that bad. Then again, she wasn't herself anymore. And that was scaring the hell out of Nick.

Then you fall so hard

Macy ran out of the school as soon as Nick, Joe, Kevin and Stella went moments after. Tears brimmed her eyes and she had never felt so bad about herself. What she did to Van Dyke was purely accidentally. She didn't mean for it to end that way. And what's worse, it went too far.

The way Nick looked at her was devastating to Macy. It was if he was purely disgusted on what she did. It was only meant to be a little prank. She didn't mean for it to end in such a harsh way. It wasn't even her idea to begin with. But what could she do? She'd be the one following the order. It wasn't the way it was before. Everything changed.

Macy ran inside her house and sprinted towards her bedroom. She swung it hard with her achy arm and violently closed it with the same arm, the door creating a huge thunderous noise and making things fall off from her shelves. They crashed down and she collapsed on the floor. Her tears freely ran across her cheeks and dripped coarsely on the stained carpet.

She held her arm in pain and felt her throat closing up again. She heard the booming of footsteps outside her door and she gasped in shock. She had closed the door too hard and the noises it made was just an add on. She gazed around her room and saw the broken things on the floor. She cried knowing what was about to come.

The door swung open and collided with the wall sending things falling from her shelves again. "Get up you lazy bitch!" a voice thundered and Macy whimpered on the floor. The person walked closer to her and she looked up to find an angry looking man glaring down at her. "I said get up!" he yelled before kicking her on the stomach.

Macy yelped in pain. "Ow! Stop!" she cried. She rolled over onto her stomach and forced herself to get up but failed as her achy arm felt numb and collapsed. She was met by another blow to her stomach. "Stop! Please!" she sobbed but the kicks carried on.

"Get up!" he screamed at her and Macy sobbed loudly. Her tears fell down the side of her face and she cried harder. "Shut up! Do you want the neighbors to hear you? Shut up Goddamit!"

Macy's breaths became quick and short. She was going to have one of her attacks again. She did her best to get up but failed once more. Her right arm ached with pain and her tears felt like it was burning her face. She felt like she was dying.

Her throat was closing up and she was struggling to breathe. "S-stop!" she begged. "I... P-please... S-stop..." she was sprawled across the floor, her stomach faced down. She searched her pocket slowly for her inhaler but her vision blurred as she couldn't find it. She panicked.

The kicking stopped and she embraced herself for more pain. All she heard was, "Julie! Get up here dammit! The lazy shit needs her fucking medication!"

Macy's tears never stopped. She felt so hurt and she just wanted to crawl in a hole and disappear forever. She heard footsteps outside and she weakly rolled over. She watched as the middle aged woman threw in a spare inhaler. "Pitiful slut.." Macy heard the woman mutter and she cried even harder.

Macy heard both footsteps disappear and curled up in a ball. She grabbed hold of the inhaler and held against her lips. She sucked in a gush of air and was about to take another when she realised that the can was now empty. Her tears fell fast and she threw the can across her room.

She crawled over to her bag and dug out her other inhaler. She fell on the floor as her breathing steadied and she shook with fear. What was her punishment this time? She didn't know how long she stayed like that. But as she heard footsteps come back upstairs, she was guessing it was dinner.

"Alright you little smacker," the redheaded woman burst in her room. "I want your bloody room cleaned up got it? Do a bad job of it and you can kiss your dinner goodbye. Don't fuck this up or I'll fuck your life up, got that bitch?"

She nodded and obeyed her orders. She weakly stood up and began tidying her messy room. She dragged her feet to the broken things that layed on the floor and winced as her hand caught on some shard of glass. She whimpered in pain.

A mocking voice laughed at her and she felt like a piece of trash. She heard the door slam close and she fell on the floor. She was torn in so many pieces she herself doesn't even know if there's any left to survive. She was slowly dying.

Her mind suddenly flashedback to when Nick came up to her during the early hours of school. Did he know something? She wished he did but then again she wished he didn't. She didn't know what to think anymore.

She gazed down at her hands that were covered with dirt, tears and blood. She grabbed a cloth and dabbed her hands hoping that the bleeding would stop. It felt good too feel actual physical pain. Not when she was beaten or kicked or punch. Just actual pain that involves blood.

Macy snapped out of her thoughts and shook her head knowing that those thoughts were unhealthy. She looked down at her hands and tears fell down, making the tiny cuts sting. It hurt so much but she wanted more.

Stop it Mace! She scolded herself. Do you really want yourself to be like this?

Her phone rang and she grabbed it quickly not wanting to disturb them. She looked at the caller ID. It was Stella. She shoved her phone underneath to block out the JONAS ringtone blasting out. She didn't want to talk to Stella. Not now.

She waited and after a couple more rings, the whole room stayed silent. Tears escaped her face unintentionally and she wiped them of with her cut hand. The pain made her feel better but then again it didn't.

She glanced at the mirror of her wardrobe and saw the state she was in. She was a mess. Her eyes were red and puffy and streamlines of bloodshots swirled across her hazel eyes. The bags under her eyes made her look like a zombie. Her face was pale with streaks of blood from where she wiped her tears. She wasn't Macy anymore.

That Macy was gone.

She slowly fell to the floor and more tears ran down her face. She could cry her out for all she wants but she knows that nobody will rescue her. But somewhere, in the back of her mind, there's that small glint of hope.

Hope, she believes, that rests in the name of Nick Lucas.

Okay, so there! This isn't a story but just a couple of oneshots :)

If you guys don't want me to carry on then just say so. I just had this idea in my head. Of course, it's songfic and it's not finished but if you guys want me to just stop here then I will :) I'll be updating Lesson Of Love very soon! And Summer In LA for those of you who wants it to carry on.

The banner for Summer In LA is on my profile! I'll be posting the banner for this story very soon so keep up with the updates! Review please!

Love,

Sunny xox