A Summer Romance to Remember

Chapter 1: Invitation

A JONAS L.A FanFic... (*cough* my first *cough*)

I have high hopes for this cute little one shot... I couldn't decide to make this a JONAS L.A FanFic or a Sonny With A Chance FanFic. Since I have a billion SWAC stories I decided to take a chance with a JONAS L.A FanFic. I hope you like it... and remember that it's my first, so please be nice.

Also, don't forget to review, because this is just pointless stab in the dark if I don't hear what you think about it. Remember though, it's the first chapter, so... yeah. Hang on for a couple of chapters, maybe?

I love you my little FanFic gremlins! ;D

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Macy's POV
I looked over at Nick, who was staring blankly at his phone, acting like he was the only person for miles. Sometimes I wonder what is going through his little rock star head of his when he goes quiet. I shifted in my seat, adjusting my gaze from him to my laptop that was in front of me.

It was awfully quiet in the house and Nick seemed to have all of his attention on his little phone that was in his hands. A tornado could come through the house and wreck everything and he wouldn't have known anything was happening.

"Nick," I spoke up, breaking the awkward silence.

He slowly looked up from whatever he was doing and a hint of a sparkle in his eye. He didn't say a word but he gave me his undivided attention.

"Whatcha' doing?" I asked him, leaning forward towards him with a soft smile on my face.

"Searching," he answered as he looked back down at his phone again.

There was another short silence. "So this was a great conversation, we should do it again sometime!" I said, rolling my eyes at him solemnly.

He kept his head down and I groaned, poking him in the arm to try and get a reaction. Nothing. I poked him again, but still he kept his head down.

"Nicolas!" I said loudly. But still he kept his head down.

"I'm going to get a drink, just keep staring at your phone and keep ignoring me and I will do the same, okay? Do you want anything, chips, soda, anything? If you don't want anything, make no sounds," I chuckled as he kept quiet. "Wow, you're unbelievable," I commented, knowing he still wasn't listening.

I opened the fridge and pulled out a drink and made my way back to where Nick was.

"So any news?" I asked him, leaning inwards with the drink in my hands.

"Not any," he muttered.

"Oh so you're listening now?" I asked.

He didn't answer, causing me to let out a loud groan. He is making it so hard to like him! Unbelievable!

He sat forward, smiling a small smile, "Oh whoa!" He exhaled, pulling the screen closer to his face, "This is unbelievable!"

"What is?" I asked, moving off my seat and shifting over to his.

"We got invited to Taylor Swift's party!" He exclaimed, tilting the phone so I could read it.

"No way!" I screamed, not too loud but loud enough to be taken as a crazed fan-girl. "I wonder what I should wear... I wonder if I can meet Taylor! Oh that would be amazing! Imagine if Taylor Lautner shows up, my gosh I'd be star struck!"

"You're not going to become that crazy Macy that I thought we left behind, are you?" He asked me.

"No of course not, she's done and dusted. I'm used to stars since I hang around with you guys all day," I told him.

He looked down at his phone, then back up at me. He laughed nervously, "Ha, yeah Macy... It doesn't say I can bring guests, it just says me, Joe and Kevin," he told me with an apologetic smile.

I smiled too.

"It's... It's totally okay," I said, looking down at the couch and fumbling around with the material.

"If you want I can call her and ask-"

"No," I interrupted him, "If it says nothing then its fine. I guess I was over-excited about going to my first Hollywood party..." I pouted, "its fine," I told him in a squeaky voice.

"Hey, no, wait, I can bring a date," he told me. My face brightened up and I squealed again.

"Yes!" I cheered, peering over at the screen to read the rest of the message.

"So, Macy Misa, will you be my date to Taylor Swift's party?" Nick asked me with a genuine-looking smile on his face.

I smiled back at him, "I'd be delighted, Nick."

We sat there for a while, smiling at each other before he stopped and turned away from me.

"So, I guess we should tell the others about it," Nick suggested as he stood up quickly, sticking his phone in his pocket.

My smile faded and I nodded slowly. He stuck out his hand and offered to help me up, I hesitantly took it and he pulled me to my feet. As he pulled me up I knocked into his chest, causing a blush to creep upon my face ever so slowly.

He offered his arm and we hooked arms as we went to find Joe and Kevin.

"What should I wear?" I asked, striking up a random conversation.

"Huh?" He looked like he was distracted so I nudged him.

"To the party? What should I wear to the party?"

"Oh," was his slow answer.

I gave him a look, but he didn't look at me which made me feel stupid about this feeling I felt for him. I unhooked my arm and walked by his side with a frown on my face.

Joe, Kevin and Stella were sitting outside by the pool happily chatting away. I wondered if Stella was having any luck with Joe. Lately, since that blonde streak of misery, Vanessa Page, walked into his life, Stella had been feeling left out. That's why she wanted them to stay friends, because of jealousy.

Vanessa Page was in love with Joe, which only made Stella even madder with him. She was annoyed at how completely and utterly clueless the boy was being. Stella loved him. I knew this because Stella had poured her heart out to me the other day about how much she loves Joe and how much she wanted to rip that blonde hair off Vanessa's "fat head."

"Guys," Nick called to them and three heads suddenly turned at the same time to greet Nick with a smile. "You will never guess what I-"

"We got invited to Taylor Swift's party?" Kevin finished for Nick.

"How did you-"

"Joe and I both got the same email," He answered his question before he even got to finish it.

"Will you please-"

"Stop cutting you off in mid-sentence?"

Nick gave Kevin a wary look. "Yes, I was going to say that. Now if you mind-"

"I'm going to go back and figure out what the chorus should be for our new song. I swear all of our songs are about love and relationships... we should write about something else for a change," Kevin said all in one breath.

Nick raised an eyebrow and backed up a bit, "You-"

"I scare you... Then I'm doing my job, little brother."

Nick scowled at his older brother and turned quickly, entering the house again with his shoulders hunched forward.

"I think I made him mad," Kevin muttered as he kept his gaze at the house.

"You think?" Joe chuckled. I looked at Joe and let out a low giggle, making sure they didn't hear me.

Stella stood up and walked to me, "We're going to our first Hollywood party!" She squealed as we both jumped up and down, squealing in union.

"We have to decide what we are going to wear," Stella announced, grabbing me by the hand and looking over her shoulder at the boys.

"We're going shopping," she told them.

"What's with girls and shopping?" Joe asked as he leant in and took a sip of his drink.

Stella turned to me and squealed silently. "Shall we?"

"We shall!" I squealed back.

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Stella and I had been "shop-surfing," as we like to call it, all afternoon. At one stage we carried around about six bags each, each nearly overflowing with clothes.

I looked down at them in my hands and the ones in Stella's and chuckled, "Stells, I think we bought too much," I told her, motioning down to the bags with my head.

She looked down and her eyes automatically widened. She looked at me and giggled, "There's no such thing as too much clothes," she told me with a grin. She was obviously taken by surprise by the amount of bags, I could tell by her facial expressions.

It was silent for a while as we exited our fortieth store with a sigh. Okay, fortieth is a bit of an exaggeration, but it was close to forty.

"So," Stella spoke up after a while.

"So," I mimicked her with a grin.

"What's up with you and Nick?" She asked, curiosity written all over her face, also a smirk appeared.

"Me and Nick?" I asked with a fake-laugh, "Why would anything "be up" with us?" I asked her, using air-quotations.

"You have been together a lot. I know you have a thing for him, so spill," Stella urged, her smirk widening.

"Spill? What's to spill?" I asked, acting clueless.

"The romance! Your feelings! You and Nick!" She exclaimed, "Can I make it any clearer for you?"

"Oh, you mean Nick, Nick," I chuckled, "I thought you mean the other Nick."

"What other Nick?" She questioned as she stopped in her tracks and gave me a weird look.

"You know... Nick..." I trailed off, biting my tongue and mentally slapping myself for ever pretending to be clueless. "Nick Torronto, from our old school!"

She scowled at me and I sighed.

"Fine," I sulked, "I was just pretending to act-"

"Dumb?"

"I was going for clueless!" I hissed at her and she mouthed an 'oh.'

"I was just doing it like that so I wouldn't have to talk to you about it."

Stella gasped, "You love talking about boys and make up, who are you and what have you done with Macy Misa!" She hissed, holding her hand to her heart in a dramatic action.

"I know, I guess with Nick it's different," I sighed, looking up at the clouds dreamily.

"Ah I see now," Stella smirked, "You're in love with him."

"I am not!" I protested.

"You're lying!"

"Macy Misa never lies!"

"Well Macy Misa loved talking about boys, I guess its opposite day," she whispered, her eyes narrowed at me.

"If I tell you about, us, then will you quit bugging me about love?"

"It's a possibility," she shrugged.

I sighed in defeat, "Fine."

I swore out of the corner of my eyes I saw Stella do a happy dance.

"I do like Nick. I want him to know how I'm feeling! But I guess he's just that type of guy who is incredibly clueless and incredibly blind that you have to actually spell it out for them on paper! What on earth am I supposed to do! I've been sending signals and have been receiving signals from him, but I'm just so confused. Does he like me or not?"

"Oh he likes you alright," Stella informed me with a smirk, "He likes you a lot."

"I am not denying my feelings for him," I said out of the blue. "I don't want to be one of those couples who pretend that they don't know how the other is feeling but they actually do!"

"Honey you're not! If you want I will confront him and make him say if he really likes you or if I am totally stupid by telling you he does. But Stella Malone is never wrong, especially when it comes to love," she said, her head raised high.

"I hope not, because I don't want to hold my hopes up high and get them knocked down by him saying he doesn't feel the same way about me. Do you know how humiliating that would be?" I asked as I stared into Stella's eyes in my complete freak-out.

She pushed me back because I was awfully close and I sighed as she opened her mouth to speak, "Quit freaking out and quit with the whining. Step back, calm down, and shop for the party that I will remind you is on tomorrow night. I'm sure that, since he asked you to be his date, that you will come home a happy couple." I nodded as she smirked, nudging me in the arm, "Who knows, you could even come Hollywood's hottest couple!"

I let out a loud giggle and Stella joined in. We stood there laughing for while, wondering how weird it would look from other people's eyes.

"So, what about you?" I asked her.

She turned to me with a frown and shook her head, "What about me?"

I stood there for a while, waiting for her to realise what I meant. I swore I heard something click inside her head as her eyes widened in realisation.

"Joe?" She asked in a low voice, like she was hissing at me.

"Yes Joe, you silly! Who else would I have been talking about?"

She shrugged as we continued down the street, walking very slowly, swinging the shopping bags by our sides.

"Has he asked you to be his date to the party?"

"What?" She asked me, totally confused.

"We have to be their dates if we want to go!" I exclaimed.

She gaped, "I thought Nick was asking you because he liked you, not because that's the only way you could go!"

"So he hasn't asked you yet?"

She shook her head with an annoyed expression on her face, "I can't believe him."

"Me neither!"

We stayed silent for a while until Stella turned to me, "What if he doesn't ask me? What if I can't go, then all this shopping would have been for nothing!" She cried to me as she grabbed my arm tightly.

"This may be news to you, but my arms do need circulation, so stop squeezing me so hard," I hissed as she let go immediately, an apologetic look on her face.

"Sorry, I'm just annoyed," she whispered.

"It's alright," I said, "And I mean 'It's alright' because Joe will ask you. What is he going to do? Ask some stranger?"

"Yeah!" Stella laughed, waving it off, "What was I thinking? Joe will ask me."

"Exactly!"

We walked down the street for a couple more minutes before she disappeared into a store, I hesitantly followed behind her. I hated when she walks off without an explanation. Typical Stella for you though.

One thing was going through my head at the moment as I looked over the bags;

I can't wait for Taylor Swift's party!

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Chapter 1 is complete-o. Hoped you liked it! This was my first JONAS LA FanFic story, so be nice and review! I liked this, it wasn't crazy Macy, which kind of scared me, it was relaxed Macy. By the way, I love MACY/NICK! Joe/Stella is old news! If they are going to be together, get it over with, but this constant jump between being so close to being together-together and when one of the get jealous or if they are nervous about asking... gosh just get it over with.

MACY/NICK forever!

I guess Stella/Joe too...

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