A/N : Hi there!... Thanks to all you awesome readers and reviewers out there, my muse seems to be working overtime this week. Just couldn't help writing this little thing before i finish the weekend... hope you guys like it... it's going to be an A-Z alphabet series... slightly different in the fact that all the little independent fics are going to be following the same timeline... i.e. they happen one after another, if there is a time gap, i'll mention it in the fic itself. So taken together, all the mini-fics are gonna read like a long story... or atleast that's what i am going for here. Hope to get the most out of my muse here before the idea well dries up giving me writer's block again.

Wish me luck!... Here's the first of the series... hope you guys like it... review and tell me...

A for Adorable

It had seemed like such a normal day.

Nick had gotten up, late as usual due to the fact that he had spent half the night writing up the song that had plagued him for the last week or so, showered hurriedly, yanked on some clothes that the Stellavator (patent still pending) had given him. Then, he had shoved some books and his ever-present songbook into a satchel…

Tried to escape without having breakfast but had been caught sneaking out with a power bar in hand by his mom, given a long lecture on the benefits of a good breakfast and how he should be more careful because he was diabetic (this was the third such lecture this week so it had gotten to a stage in which he could literally recite whatever his mom had said out of memory), been made to eat at least one pancake before escaping, successfully this time to get to school on the nick of time. Get it, 'nick' of time?... yeah... I didn't think it was a good joke either...

In other words, pretty much your average morning. Goes to show you how appearances can be so deceiving.

In still other words, Nicholas Jerry Lucas, singer, songwriter extraordinaire and one third of the world famous band JONAS, had no idea that he was about to start on the wildest ride of his life. A mind-boggling roller coaster that would span his lifetime, change everything he ever thought he knew about life and himself and make him the happiest man on earth in the process. But that's not for some time now, so let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Right... Where were we?... Oh yes... your run of the mill morning. Nick had just entered the hallowed halls of Horace Mantis High when the warning bell went off. Relaxing a little, he had at least fifteen minutes before he had to be in class, he sauntered on to his locker hoping to meet his brothers and friends there. Right on cue, Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee chose to make an appearance.

As usual, his brothers were in the process of planning some super-stupid but of course highly complicated and dangerous plan to hustle the lunch lady out of an extra sloppy joe each at the cafeteria. Somehow, Nick just knew that he was going to have a part to play in this master plan of theirs. Actually he had seen a dorky stick figure labelled 'Nick' standing in the cafeteria entrance in the scale model of the school that Kevin was holding. The plan seemed to be involving some duct-tape, fire extinguisher foam, lots of rope and bizarrely, an otter playing a trumpet. Oh right... he had forgotten who was talking here.

Anything that involved Kevin involved an otter playing a trumpet. It was almost like a calling card of some sort. You know, like the clues famous thieves and burglars leave behind, almost taunting the law enforcement to catch them... yeah... Kevin liked to involve animals playing musical instruments in his plans. They were good for distraction purposes though, you had to give him that. So if an animal of some sort was involved, you knew that Kevin had been at least partly responsible for whatever destruction ensued.

Nick always liked to think of himself as the sensible one, the serious one or even the intelligent one... seeing as he was three points shy of being a genius... But he could never figure out how, he always seemed to end up right in the middle of one of Kevin and Joe's outrageous plans. Sighing to himself, he listened in on the plan, thinking it was better if he knew the whole picture right from the beginning if he was to minimize the damage later.

The three brothers had been huddled around the model of the school when it had happened.

Joe had looked up to check if anyone was in hearing range and had failed to look back down for some time. Not having heard anything from him for almost a minute now and growing irritated, Nick had looked up to see what had caught and held his brother's attention... and found himself staring too... almost open mouthed.

This was new... completely and utterly new. Nick Lucas never stared at anyone open mouthed... never. It just didn't happen. It hadn't happened when they had met and seen the legendary guitarist 'Lefty Bojangles' perform when he had been scarcely 13 years old and it as sure as all that wasn't gonna happen now. With difficulty, he snapped his mouth shut, trying to appear nonchalant in the face of all consuming astonishment.

Apparently, he had failed... epically... in disguising his reaction if Stella Malone's expression was anything to go by. Or maybe she was just glorying in the fact that she had reduced Joe to a pile of love sick mush right there on the hallway of the school and the school day hadn't even started yet. The middle brother and the usually suave front man of their band, was drooling... literally.

But we have to give Joe some latitude here. I mean... this was Stella... Of course Joe would be drooling. Joe had been crazy about Estella Marie Malone ever since she stepped... no stormed into their lives at the ripe old age of 6. Joe had spilt some juice on his shirt (there was a period when they weren't as cool as they are now... even now, they're not as cool as you think they are... exhibit A... Joe... drooling. Enough said) and had been getting laughed at in class when Stella had stormed up to his table, dragged him off to the lockers by his cuff and dabbed his shirt with seltzer (why she had seltzer in her locker no one thought to ask...), all the while muttering about expensive fabrics and clumsy boys.

It had been the start of a beautiful friendship, on Stella's part at least. Joe had been a goner the moment she looked up at him, smiled and said 'you have pretty hair'... yeah... Joe was that shallow... just kidding. He had been that obsessed with his hair... not kidding this time. Her hair comment might have gotten Joe to notice Stella but it was her enthusiasm, her fashion sense, her resourcefulness and her passion for whatever she did, not to mention beautiful blonde hair and eyes that belonged on Bambi that had kept Joe looking.

And look he had... for ten years now, Joe had been only looking. Never having gathered the courage to ask her out even though Stella couldn't have been clearer in displaying her interest in taking their friendship further, Joe had settled to admiring her from afar. Till now... there was no way he was going to be able to stand by the side and just watch now. She had just upped the game and if he didn't react and fast, Joe would definitely lose out to another guy who did have the courage to ask Stella out... most probably Van Dyke Tosh aka the bane of Joseph Adam Lucas' life.

But Nick... no he hadn't been staring at Stella. He had been staring at something... or rather someone exactly a third of a foot away from her. At first, Nick hadn't been able to recognize the girl who had been strutting down the stairs with Stella, looking for all intents and purposes, as if they both had just stepped off the covers of a sports fashion magazine.

The usually straight brown hair which was almost always tied up in a pony tail had been given some sort of treatment that made it look all shiny, soft and the color of toffee with hints of caramel in it somewhere... hmmm... maybe skipping breakfast had not been such a hot idea after all, if the weird feeling in his stomach was anything to go by (yeah right... all the food references did not give it away at all... :P) It now rested in bouncy waves framing a face that had been lightly made up.

The rest of it, he almost didn't wanna go into. Nick had never thought he would have difficulty in keeping his thoughts on level when it came to Macy... Macy ... She had to be the last girl ever that he would've thought he would find it difficult to take his eyes off... and here he was, doing exactly that.

Both Stella and Macy were dressed in sporty tennis dresses with matching wrist bands, socks and tennis shoes. Each of them carried a tennis racquet in its sleeve. The dresses were obviously Stella originals as Nick thought that normal tennis skirts were never that short. Of course, Stella would've designed them with knocking out Joe in mind. Hence the shortness of the dress... it sometimes astonished him how clueless his brothers were sometimes.

But even Stella may not have factored into exactly how... he couldn't even say it... alright, alright... he was no prude... exactly how sexy Macy looked in the outfit. Her sports toned body and her light summer tan was showed off to maximum effect in the outfit and Nick couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't noticed it before.

Stella's outfit was of course pink (duh!) while Macy's was a spring green with a darker green design on it. Macy had on a cute light green sun visor to match while Stella's hair had been tied back with a sparkly pink and white band.

But the most noticeable difference in the two was the expressions they had on their faces as they walked up to the boys. Stella looked as if she was marching to her death, while Macy... she was so excited she glowed... She was almost bouncing on every step, her excitement obvious to everyone in a square mile radius. She seemed to be blissfully unaware of the reaction the two of them had gotten from the people, mostly boys, populating the halls of Horace Mantis High.

For a second, Nick almost wanted to growl in annoyance at the way all the boys seemed to be staring Macy as if she was a thing to be obtained... not a person... but he shrugged out of it, surprised at himself for feeling such a strong emotion for Macy of all people. As he listened in on the one-sided conversation going on between the girls, he heard Macy extolling the virtues of the game of tennis while offering to teach Stella to play it.

Stella, to her credit, didn't cringe too openly when Macy mentioned running and hitting and serving, smashing, lobbing and a dozen other tennis terms... terms which obviously involved (shudder) physical work and (bigger shudder) sweat. Then it struck him... today was the last day for signing up for some sport. Yeah... you had to take up some sport as an extra-curricular activity if you wanted to ever graduate and leave the horrific halls of Horace Mantis. It figured that Stella would put it off till the last possible moment.

Last semester, she had wriggled out of selecting a sport by offering to make new uniforms for the school teams and backed by the hordes of pleading girls, the P.E. teacher had given in. This time, there was no such option open to Stella and she was going to have to enroll for some P.E. class. That explained the death-march expression on her face. It also explained the excitement that Macy was radiating.

Sports, you name it and she's awesome at it... were Macy's first love. Sorry... make that second... no third love. Actually make that second... for now. She still isn't aware of the part she's gonna be playing in her rock star's life yet. It's not that she's not crushing on him, she is... majorly. But the feelings aren't that deep yet. She doesn't know him all that well and he hasn't given her any opportunity to think of him as a friend and a normal person and not a rock star.

Getting back to sports, Macy was the captain of half a dozen of the school's sports teams... only because she refused to head more teams, offering to give up the captaincy to another player in return for a place in the squad. That reminded Nick that he had yet to go to a single game of Macy's. Something both his brothers and Stella had been urging him to do, telling him that his idea of Macy would change radically if he just attended one of her games.

Today, he decided that he would go to the tennis game that she was obviously gonna play. Even he didn't want to delve too deeply into his reasons for making that decision. Something had changed today... he didn't want to think what. He knew himself not to be so shallow that seeing Macy in the outfit that morning had influenced him so much.

Forcibly pulling himself out of his Macy reverie, he focused on the real thing in front of him, belatedly realizing that he had missed the first part of their conversation. Macy was still rocking back and forth on her heels, almost as if she was raring to go. Her blinding smile hit him like a two-by-four as she turned to greet him and he barely got out a response. A little bit of his brain started to function again as she turned to the others to continue her conversation and just one word flashed through his mind... Adorable.

He didn't know what made him think it but he had to give in to it... she was adorable. There was no other word for it. Her sunny smile, her openness, her generosity coupled with her enthusiasm and child-like innocence made for a potent combination and it was just now having a major effect on Nick. He realized that she was the exact opposite of what he was. And some corner of his being was whispering that that was how things fit. She was going to be the yang to his yin. Being an intelligent guy, he recognized it... he was in trouble... big trouble. But by god, was he going to enjoy the merry ride she was going to lead him on.

A/N : Hope you liked it guys... review your thoughts and ideas on what you might like to read in this story collection in the future. I'll try and incorporate your thoughts... remember... your reviews keep the muse alive :)