Okay, so my last Nacy or Mick (Nick/Macy) had a couple people say they hoped to see me write more oneshots with this couple, so here is another! Hopefully this will deserve a review…a little one?

Macy can speak the language of music too. Afterall, Nick was just seeing if she could figure out what the phrase meant…right? He didn't mean anything…right?

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Macy walked along the school hallway, carrying several pieces of sporting equipment. Thank goodness the Lucas brothers were no where in sight. If they were, she'd probably end up hurting one of them by accident-and not because she freaked out around them still, but because she was feeling a few different objects slip.

Yes, she had managed to get past her fan girl self and see the three brothers as her friends. She'd even helped them get rid of that annoying girl that tried to steal Joe from Stella. Well, technically Stella didn't have Joe, but Macy liked to think that way. After all, it was obvious the two liked each other. A lot.

"Oh! Oh, rats." Macy sighed, she had nearly dropped something there, and that would have made it more difficult. She was pretty sure bending over to pick up one item would result in the dropping of several others.

"Need a hand?"

"Oh, thank you, yes." Macy replied instantly, turning to the person who spoke behind her. Of course it had to be a Lucas brother. How did they always manage to find her when she was carrying so many dangerous items?

"Here, let me…" Nick reached for a couple of things, trying to take them without making her lose her grip on other equipment.

"Thank you so much." She grinned at him, and gestured with her head for him to follow her. How did she get stuck with the job of putting everything away, anyway? Isn't that what the newbies on the team were for?

"Anytime, Mace, lead on." Was the only reply she heard from behind her as they walked down a couple hallways, narrowly avoiding injuring several people along the way. Finally they reached the storage closet where they could put everything, "Uh…can you get the door?"

She watched as Nick managed to turn the knob and balance the equipment at the same time, and Macy couldn't help but grin. Even with something this simple his brow furrowed in concentration at the task.

"Are you laughing at me?" Nick asked, catching a racket that he almost dropped and narrowing his eyes at her playfully.

"Of course not." Macy fake scoffed, pushing past him to practically drop everything on the floor in the closet. Looking around at the items around her feet, she picked them up one by one and placed them in their rightful place.

"Is there really a designated spot for all this stuff?" Nick sounded doubtful as he stood in the doorway, handing her what he had carried. Pausing from the task at hand, Macy turned to give him a curious look.

"Do you keep your guitars in any old place at home?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow with a small smile. Watching his expression carefully, Nick slowly began to smile and eventually gave her a small nod.

"Good point." He chuckled.

"To get you to understand anything, I have to put it in musical terms." Macy sighed and shook her head, pretending to be disappointed in him as she finished and scanned her work to be sure everything was where it belonged.

"Yeah, really." Nick agreed with a smirk, "Come up to my level of thinking, would you?" Macy spun to face him at his arrogant words, her mouth open wide and she laughed.

"You mean come down to your level?" she corrected him, folding her arms across her chest as Nick still leaned in the closet doorway, blocking her from getting out.

"No, I meant what I said." Nick nodded.

"Well, Nicholas Lucas," Macy shook her head in mock disappointment, "I never expected this of you. Joe, maybe-he has a tendency of acting arrogant- but you?" she sighed and shook her head again.

"I speak only one language-music." Nick stated with a serious expression, but Macy noticed the twinkle in his eyes. His eyes were nearly windows to his mind at times.

"That language is so basic." Macy spoke, "Even I can understand it without being taught."

"Oh, really?" Nick raised his eyebrows challengingly, tilting his head to the side in thought, "Hm…Maybe I should test you."

"I'll pass with flying colors." Macy stated, taking a step forward to be standing directly in front of him. Nick smiled slightly at her and looked thoughtful a moment.

"How about I say something and you have to figure out what I mean?" Nick asked, still with his fake arrogance.

"Fine. It's not like it's an actual different language." Macy stuck her tongue out at him and put her hands on her hips in anticipation.

"Okay…" Nick cleared his throat before speaking clearly and with meaning, "I want to write you a love song." Macy's mind froze at his words. Surely he couldn't mean…? So unfair. Now she had to say what it sounded like he was implying…and that would be embarrassing.

"I…uh…" Macy felt her cheeks flush and internally cursed the blood that made her face pink when embarrassed and nervous. Right now, she was both.

"Give up?" Nick pushed away from leaning on the door frame, looking at her expectantly.

"No!" Macy blurted out, "You…That means…" She hated when she was at loss for words or stuttered. She sounded like such an idiot.

"You'll figure it out." Nick shrugged before turning to walk away, but not before Macy caught the blush on his own face. He was serious. And she hadn't been able to get the words out.

"I wish he would write me a…song." Macy whispered to herself, shutting the closet door after exiting. She had purposely left out the "love" because, for some reason, the word didn't want to form on her tongue.

Clutching her bag tightly, Macy walked down the hall wondering if Nick would say anything more about it later. If she saw him later, would the conversation be continued?

The end.

Okay, so obviously it's a bit open ended. Continue or not to continue? This is the question you must answer in a review! And let me know what you think will happen in the second part- assuming people want a second part.