I want you all to know that this started out with Macy being a secret agent.
I don't know what happened. xD

Anywho. Uhm, just read and tell me what you think? :D

"Macy?"

At the sound of her name, Macy Misa froze. Her mind told her to run, but her feet stayed glued to the floor. She looked up with wide eyes, flashing a smile. "Joe, uh, what are you doing here?"

"I live here?" He made a face. "What are you doing?" Macy looked to her hands, then back to Joe.

"Nothing." She squeaked.

"Are you…taking my clothes?" He asked, blinking.

"I'm not taking them." She mumbled. "I'm borrowing them."

"Why?" She shifted at his question.

"I, uhm, need them."

"For?"

"Why are you asking so many questions?" She fumbled with the clothes in her hands.

"Because you're taking my clothes?"

"I'm not taking them!" She defended. "I'm borrowing them."

"Well, technically, you're stealing them. Borrowing without asking and whatnot." He said, stepping closer to the window where Macy stood. She had been so close to getting out, but then he had to show up.

"I just….need them, okay?" She dropped her gaze. "I ripped my dress." She mumbled.

"You what?"

"Ripped my dress! Happy?" His head tilted.

"How'd you rip your dress?"

"Well," She began, "you know how I had my date tonight?"

"With the dwonk?" She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. Anyway, it didn't go so well." This caught Joe's attention. He took a few more steps, now standing in front of her.

"What happened?" He asked, watching her bite her lip and stay silent. "Macy?"

"He was really mean, you know? He said all these things – he compared me to Stella and the waiter, can you believe that? He flat out insulted me and didn't even care. I mean, I know he was upset about losing the game but he didn't have to take it out on me!"

"Wait, wait." Joe said. "You lost me. So, he's a jerk, okay. How'd your dress get ripped?"

"I wanted to leave. He got even angrier and grabbed me, tried to stop me." She kicked off her shoes; heels, which she only wore on "special" occasions. Her feet had been killing her all night, and she couldn't take just standing there in them anymore. She opened her jacket, revealing the large tear in her dress. Joe gaped in surprise.

"What did he do?" He asked angrily.

"He just…pulled me. I tried getting away and he got the strap. He pushed me down and it ripped."

"He what?" He yelled.

"Shhh!" She hissed, waving her hands. "It's not a big deal!"

"Macy, he pushed you!"

"It doesn't matter! He apologized and I didn't even hurt or anything–" He cut her off.

"Doesn't matter? Macy, what if he thinks it's okay? What if he does it again?"

"He won't." She said. "I know he won't." She sighed, slipping her jacket off completely. "Turn around so I can change, please." He didn't reply and turned away, frowning. Macy knew he wouldn't let this go that easily. To be honest, she was thankful. Joe was the only one stubborn enough to keep going until she got it right. "Okay." She said, now sporting a baggy t-shirt of his and a pair of shorts. Or boxers, she couldn't tell.

"You look cute." He said, smiling. "Cuter than you'd look in Mr. Abusive's clothes, anyway."

"Shut up, Joe." She folded the garment and placed it on a nearby shelf, putting her heels on top of it.

"It's late." He said suddenly.

"I know." She fumbled with the shirt. "Can I…you know."

"Hm?" He grinned. "Can you what?"

"Can I spend the night?" She said quickly, blushing.

"Why, certainly, Ms. Misa." He beamed. "It's either the couch or sharing with me. Your pick. Ten seconds."

"What? Joe–"

"Nine, eight, seven, six.." He rocked on his toes.

"That couch is really small, Joe." Joe's eyes sparkled in delight.

"Five, four, three.."

"But sharing with you would be awkward." He snorted, eyes rolling.

"Two…"

"Alright, fine. I guess I'm stuck with you. It's not my fault if I kick you off."

"Whoop!" He rejoiced. "Now we can talk all night about how big a douche bag Van Douche is."

"He's not a douche bag. He was just upset."

"And that gives him the right to knock you down?" Macy stayed quiet, shuffling over to Joe's bed. "You're not gonna forgive him, are you?"

"I already did." She pulled the blanket back.

"Seriously?" He groaned. "God, you're so stupid."

"I am not stupid!" She stomped her foot.

"You so are." He climbed under the covers. She did the same, pouting.

"I am not." They stared at each other for a moment, neither knowing what to say.

"Does your mom know you're here?" He asked.

"No. She thinks I'm at Stella's. Stella thinks I'm home."

"You sneaky little devil." He smirked. "This was your plan all along, huh? Getting me in bed with you-"

"Shut up!" She laughed loudly. "It wasn't my plan exactly. I wanted someone to talk to. I had no intention on staying here, really. I was gonna go to Stella's but you came in."

"You know, you could have just asked for clothes."

"I was embarrassed." She mumbled, fiddling with her thumbs.

"Why? I mean, I've seen you naked before." He smirked.

"And who's fault was that?" She smacked him. "Pervert."

"Hey! It's not my fault you don't lock the door when you get dressed."

"It's your fault for not knocking!" She smacked him again.

"Jeez, Van Douche is making you abusive." Macy frowned.

"Shut up." She rolled over. "Goodnight, Joseph."

"Aw, don't be mad. I was just kidding."

"I said goodnight." They stayed silent for a while, listening to the ticking of the clock. She flipped back over, not at all surprised to see his open eyes.

"Miss me?"

"I was just wondering where Kevin and Nick were."

"Oh." He shrugged. "They're seeing some movie. I saw it with Abby already."

"Red head Abby?" Her eyebrow rose. "I thought you didn't like her."

"I don't!" He sighed. "I don't know why everyone thinks I do."

"You're cute together." Her nose crinkled. "Well, sorta."

"I don't like her. She's just a friend."

"Like Stella was just a friend?"

"I thought I told you to never bring that up again. That was the worst relationship of my life." He said dramatically. "So awkward." She giggled.

"I knew you two wouldn't last. You're meant to be friends."

"Yeah, well," He shrugged, "I needed to know if she was the one; if we were like a stupid romance novel. Best friends falling for each other and all that crap."

"So you're over her? Completely?"

"Now, why would you like to know, hm? Plan on leaving Van Douche for a real man?" He puffed out his chest.

"Please." She scoffed. "I'd leave him for Nick before I left him for you. Nick's more of a man."

"He is not."

"You waited in the bathroom for three hours so he could kill a spider, Joe." She said. "You're a wuss."

"That spider was huge, okay?" He huffed.

"It was a baby."

"Shut up, meanie. Go to sleep." He ruffled her hair. "I suggest you do before Nick and Kevin get back. They're bound to flip out."

"Right." She sighed. "I really hope Van Dyke doesn't find out about this." Joe grinned.

"Who knows? He might hear it through the watermelon vine."

"It's grape vine." She corrected, eyebrow raising.

"I'm in the mood for watermelon." He shrugged.

"Don't tell him." She whispered. "Please?"

"I won't." He wrapped an arm around her, kissing her forehead gently. "God knows he'd beat the crap out of you if I did."

Well.
That was...I'm not sure.

It's something, I know that. Not sure what, though.

Do you think Van Dyke will continue to hurt Macy? Will he find out about the little Jacy rendezvous?

Review. :)