Chapter 1

You hate waiting. Hate it, with a passion. Thus why, when Jonas didn't show up on time for their interview with you, you went out on a hunt for coffee. However, just as you're about to put the plastic lid of the coffee cup to your lips, someone crashes into you. You take a few steps back and notice that the person is in fact the youngest of a certain band that kept you waiting, leading you to getting coffee.

"Oh my gosh!" he replies "I'm so so sorry! This is all my fault, and I've ruined your shirt …"

You look down at yourself and finally notice that your once white shirt had turned slightly see through and was in the process of turning a off brown colour. Looking up you find Nick looking at you with a concerned look on his face, making you realise that you hadn't said a thing to him during the whole incident.

"Oh, umm, don't worry, it's not your fault, I was in my own world, you see I've got this interview and I was thinking of what questions would be appropriate to ask."

A look of relief crosses Nicks features on the realization that you aren't hurt or angry before he replies with, "No, really, it's my fault. If you don't mind me asking, who are you interviewing?"

"Well, funny thing is … I'm actually supposed to be interviewing you" you reply sheepishly whilst casting your eyes away from his ridiculously handsome face to look at your chipped red nails.

"Really? Sorry about the surprise in my voice is just, aren't you a bit you- oh god" Hearing his unease you look up at the 18 year old to see him looking over your shoulder. Before you have time to turn your head Nick looks back to your face and shrugs of his jumper. "Look, I know this is really off topic and weird but, could you please wear my sweatshirt?"

"Umm, why exactly?"

"Well, two reasons. One) your shirt is kind of going see through. Two) it would really help Miley believe that you're my girlfriend."

"Okay so the first reason I get, but the second? Who the heck is Miley and why would she need to believe that I'm your girlfriend? Cause in case you've forgotten, we've only just met …"

"Miley, Miley Cyrus. My ex. The rest? I'll explain later." Nick replies whilst handing you his sweatshirt "Please, just put this on?"

"Why should I?" you question whilst taking the jumper from him and pulling it in front of your soaking shirt.

"Miley is just 40 paces away from us"

"I mean, why should I be your fake girlfriend? What do I get out of it?"

"I'll buy you a new shirt?"

"Again, why should I?"

"Two new shirts?"

"Nope"

"Three new shirts?"

"Still no"

"Four new shirts and a car?"

"Really Nick? Really?"

"Fine then, I'll answer any questions you want in the interview. No matter how personal."

"Now we're talking. Fine, I guess I'll do it. But, just so you know, I would have done it if you'd just said please." You answer with a fake smile and pull on the sweatshirt.

"Urgh, I would've-" Nick started but was cut off by an overly girly voice.

"Nicky! Babeeey! I didn't know you were here today! Why didn't you tell me?" As you turn to the voice you catch a look of annoyance on your 'boyfriends' face.

"Hi Miley. One) it's Nick and two) I didn't tell you because it has nothing to do with you."

"Of course it's got something to do with me! It's got everything to do with me, I'm your-

"His girlfriend? You question after receiving a look of plead from Nick "Is that what you were going to say? Cause I can tell you one thing, you're not Nicks girlfriend, I am."

"Oh really and just who are you?"

"Aside from being Nicks girlfriend? I'm Macy Misa and I'd love to stay and chat but I've got to go. You know how it is, things to do, people to interview."

Miley's jaw dropped "Your not even famous?"

"Nope, and I have no desire to be if it means I end up like you." You retaliate whilst watching Miley's jaw drop further. You glance up at Nick and watch as he gives you a massive grin before turning to Miley and saying;

"That is why she's my girl. See you around, acquaintance." Nick grabs your hand and starts down the hall, but you don't move your feet. Instead you reach up and close Miley's mouth before giving her a sarcastic smile and running to grab Nicks hand again (just to keep up the appearance of course).

You feel Nick stop beside you and pull you into a hug.

"What's this for?" you question.

"I was hoping that if I gave you a hug I would only have to get you the car and four shirts" he mumbles into your shoulder.

You put your hands onto his chest and push him away in mock outrage. "What and not do the interview? No way 'boyfriend' we are doing this interview no matter what. Besides, there is no way that just one hug four shirts and a car is going to make up for my awesomeness back there."

"You were pretty awesome" Nick smiles "Okay, I'll so the interview" you give him another hug "But …"

"What? No buts, that's not fair!"

"It's perfectly fair. Al, I was gonna say was that you have to be my girlfriend for the rest of the day." Nick mumbles towards the floor.

"The rest of the day? Nick, I've got things to do, I can't be here all day!"

"Oh really? And what would that be?" Nick asks with a cocky smile.

"Well, nothing. But that's not the point?"

"Please Mace?" Nick pleads and takes your hand for emphasize.

For the second time that day you look down at your hands in embarrassment. He called you Mace, no one has ever called you that before and it gave you a fluttery feeling in your stomach which was intensified by the fact that his hand was interlinked with one of your own.

"Mace?" there it is again, that one word that makes you feel so weak in just a matter of seconds. You look up and give what you hope looks like a confident smile.

"Fine but we have to do the interview and your aren't to do anything inappropriate."

"Interview, fine. Inappropriate, really? I have a purity ring if you hadn't noticed."

"I mean it Nick."

"So do I Mace."

"What about your brothers?"

"What about them?" Nick asks with a confused and somewhat jealous look on his face.

"Are we gonna tell that we're faking or are we gonna make them believe that we are a real couple?"

"Well they've never met you or heard me talk about you so I guess we're going to have to tell them. We don't have to tell Stella though." Nick replies with a glint in his eye and a cheeky smirk playing on his lips.

"Stella?"

"You'll meet her later."

"Okay, shall we do the interview then?"

"Sure thing, girlfriend"

"Nick?"

"Sorry." He pulls you forwards down the last of the hallway and then through the door which means the start of some totally confusing situations.