Disclaimer: I don't own JONAS or Seussical, or anything affiliated with them. Just my words.

Notice Me, Horton

Author's Note: This is my first fic on this site, and my first JONAS fic EVER. I wrote it a while ago, over the summer when i was obsessed with the show, but its taken me this long to get an account because I had problems with my email address and stuff... So I hope that no one's done anything like this in the time between then and now.. I haven't checked.

Based on a dream that I had one night, so I had to write it down.

Enjoy! :)

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"I can't believe I'm crying over this. Wasting my tears over something so outrageously pointless is childish." Macy Misa thought to herself as she brushed away the tears that had been silently crawling down her cheeks. "It's just like mom always says, right Mace? 'Crying over spilled milk isn't gonna clean up the mess' " Macy closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, then exhaled, releasing the air and along with it the urge to let more tears fall. She sighed heavily and glared at the two pieces of thin, white paper she clutched in her palm, and then at the envelope containing the letter that had been sent along with them. She took the envelope and slowly tipped it upside down releasing the letter and letting it all into her lap. Unfolding it, she read the message written in the familiar messy scrawl again.

Macy!

It's been way too long! I don't understand why I had to pick a boarding school with no access to computers or phones or anything. It's ridiculously hard to stay in the loop! Oh well, guess that's the price for wanting to be the world's greatest dancer.

I would've written more often but they work us like dogs here! I've been dancing so much my feet might just fall right off. Haha. But I know, bad excuse, its not like I write with my feet. Forgive me for not keeping in touch as much as I would have liked to.

Anyways, the reason I'm writing to you (finally) is that I got the lead in the school musical! The LEAD Mace! I can hardly believe it! So you're coming. You have to! It'll be a good chance to catch up after the play's done. We'll go out! I'm enclosing two tickets. Bring Stella, you're always talking about her and I'd really like to meet her. Or hey-bring a date! I'll bring Jason and we can double! Yes, that'd be awesome!

So please come! Where and when are on the tickets. It's Seussical! You know how much we loved this play when we were younger! It's sold out already, but I'd feel terrible knowing that my oldest friend wasn't in one of the seats.

Write back and we can discuss our plans for after the show! Oh Mace, I'm so excited!

Love,

Emily. Xo.

Two tickets. Why did it have to be two? She would have felt perfectly fine going by herself. She was a big girl, she could certainly handle sitting between two strangers. Okay, so the word "big" is used loosely. She may have been tiny, but she had always exuded confidence and a strong presence. When Macy entered a room, everyone knew it. She didn't need two seats. She was Macy Misa for crying out loud! She was independent, upbeat, and most definitely not in need of a date to a play. But looking at those two tickets shook her, because she realized that she had no one to ask, and just visualizing the only empty sat in the sold out show beside her made her feel, for some strange reason, smaller than she ever had.

She pushed the tickets rather forcefully into her jacket pocket, placed her elbows on her knees and rested her chin in the palms of he hands. She found herself staring at nothing through the transparent walls of the atrium, and wishing deeply that her free period would just end, so she could finish the rest of her day distracted by learning things she would most likely never need in later life (such as the parallel line theorem) and then retreat to the safe haven of her bedroom, where she could wallow in self pity and stare at her life sized JONAS mosaic in peace, alone.

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Nick Lucas was just placing his books from his morning classes away into his locker and organizing his afternoon books into his bag when he saw her, sitting in the confined space of the school atrium. He quickly looked away, trying to play the "I didn't see you there, really" card. His morning had started off terribly. First, Kevin had set up his new alarm clock incorrectly, resulting in his waking up at three, four, five and six in the morning. Joe had taken all the hot water in the shower, and his mother had forgotten to pick up another box of Crunchy Cats, so he was forced to eat Miniwheats. Mini. Wheats. He shuddered at the memory of trying to make the tasteless cubes of grain slide down his throat. Not only were they disgusting, but that cartoon wheat guy thing on the box was creepy.

Needless to say, this was not a particular morning that Nick felt he could tolerate being bruised, battered or bashed by a piece of sporting equipment at the hands of Macy. He slung his bag over his shoulder and prepared to walk in the direction opposite of her, when he chanced another look her way to see if she really was still there. He was taken aback by the image before him. He scolded himself for not paying attention earlier, for in front of him was a… downright gloomy looking girl. Her bottom lip was jutted out slightly, her mouth was forming an almost pout and her eyes seemed glazed over. He had rarely seen her so… so unhappy, the only other time being when she found out he and his brothers had lied to her about her singing. His stomach lurched at the memory they all still felt terrible about. Without even knowing what his was doing, his feet began to carry him towards the atrium.

"Macy?" The petite girl started and fell off the bench she was perched upon. Sitting on the floor and brushing furiously she met his gaze.

"Nick of JONAS?" she managed to squeak out. Nick chuckled at the display, then his expression turned into one of concern.

"I uh, saw you in here and you seemed kind of sad. I was just...well, I guess I was wondering if you were okay." He shrugged and scratched the back of his neck, nervous for a classic Macy outburst.

Macy's eyes widened with shock. "A member of JONAS wants to know if I'm okay," she murmured softly. Normally, it would have made her giddy. She would have shouted it, but today, she just wasn't in the mood. Realizing that a certain member of her favourite band was still staring at her awaiting a response she looked down at her lap and breathed, "I'm fine, technically"

"You don't seem fine to me, Mace"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, well, I guess I'm kind of upset."

"Wanna tell me why?" he prodded gently. Sighing, Macy reached into her pocket and retrieved the envelope containing the letter and thrust it into his face as an explanation.

"Read it."

Nick's eyes quickly scanned the piece of paper as he read it. When he was finished he refolded it and stuffed it back inside the envelope.

"I don't understand."

"She said I have to bring a date" Macy whispered, still looking anywhere but his eyes.

"She also said that you could bring Stella." She shook her head slowly.

"She failed her bio midterm. Grounded."

"Well, what about one of your parents?" Nick was determined to help her out.

"Second honeymoon."

"What's the problem with bringing a date, then?"

"I.. I have no one to ask…" Nick's eyebrows shot up at this.

"What? Macy, that's crazy. This school is full of guys who'd love to go see this play with you."

She scoffed. "Name one." There was silence as Nick realized he couldn't just name one off the top of his head, not really knowing the guys that Macy hung out with, and he was horrified when he discovered that this would make Macy feel even worse. "See?"

"No, Macy, really. You're smart, funny, pretty, athletic. Any guy would feel honoured to be asked out by you." A tiny smile tugged at the corners of her lips from being complimented by not only a male, but a Lucas brother at that, but it disappeared after she started to speak.

"Look, the guys I know from sports see me as 'Macy the teammate', not 'Macy the girl'. Someone you can joke around with and have belching contests in front of, not someone you'd take to dinner and a movie. The guys I don't do sports with tell me I 'come off too strong'. People tell me I intimidate them with my competitiveness, but that's not all I am." She sighed and fiddled with the envelope. " I just feel so bad being upset about this. I mean, I am so proud of my friend. It's always been her dream to do something with theatre and I'm ruining this great news with selfish sadness because I can't fill a stupid set. It's not like I even want a date."

"Then what is it?" Macy shrugged. "Macy, you can tell me".

She sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time. "I just... I started thinking about how long it had actually been since a guy had liked me as more than a friend and I guess I felt... lonely" she gave a hallow laugh. "Pathetic right?"

Nick shook his head and placed a hand on Macy's shoulder. "Not at all" Macy's breathing hitched. It wasn't everyday that a member of JONAS was actually touching her. She willed herself to stay calm. She couldn't have another fangirl moment now. Not after getting through almost this whole conversation! "Macy? Can you please look at me?"

Macy lifted her head and finally looked him in the eyes again. Nick saw the tears welling in her eyes and said with a serious face, "I am going to this play with you."

Macy's jaw dropped and she had to fight to remain conscious. "What?!" He gave her one of his rare smiles.

"Well, I figure, friends don't let friends go to musicals feeling lonely. It's just not right. And it's win-win right? You fill a seat and I get to see one of my favourite musicals. Now cheer up, and enjoy the rest of your day, okay?" he grinned as she gaped at him, and frowned slightly as the bell rang. "I gotta get to class, I'll talk to you later Macy."

She smiled brightly as she watched him retreat into the hallways. "Wow" was all Macy could think before the world went black.

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Author's Note: So, its a LOT shorter than what I normally like to post. It's actually longer, but I felt that this was a natural break so I split it here. It'll be a two shot.

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