This is a bit weird- I wanted to write a fluffy piece (because lets be honest that's my specialty) but it turned on me. It's almost AUish. I am so sick of looking at it, so anything you have to say will be welcome!
Disclaimer: I do not own JONAS or Spoon River Anthology. (Which by the way you should read- it's an interesting book, but for the purposes of this fic you don't need any prior knowledge.)
Macy was pretty sure it was the guitar. She just couldn't resist a man with an electric guitar, and she felt certain that it would be her downfall.
Acoustic guitars were cute, sweet, but innocent. They were like baby songbirds or puppies. They were fresh baked cookies, watermelon and the laughter of small children.
Electric guitars were everything dangerous that you craved to do- but never did, whether because of your parents or yourself. They were tigers or jaguars- exotic, like mangos. They were the hot sauce your mom warned you not to put on your taco. Electric guitars were a walk on the wild side- they were sexual, hazardous and most of all alluring.
Electric Guitars were everything Macy wanted to be- but couldn't be. She was a puppy, and puppies don't grow up to be jaguars. Instead she idolized those sexy electric guitar players.
Before JONAS she had John Mayer, Santana, Maroon 5, Matchbox 20- all equipped with amazing guitarists. Then she saw the first JONAS music video. She was mesmerized by the one playing the electric guitar. That is what started the obsession- Kevin with his electric guitar playing skills. Sure she fawned over the other two- but if she had to pick- Kevin would win hands down.
What made it all the more comical was that Kevin appeared to be the most innocent Lucas- possibly the sweetest guy in the world.
The sweetest guy in the world was a master of the ultimate sex symbol. Sure Nick and Joe played the guitar as well- but something was different about Kevin, more sensual- maybe even that was too soft of an adjective- sexier. Kevin played it with so much more passion. It was arguable whether or not Nick or Kevin played the guitar best- to Macy there was no competition. Nick was always so focused on the lyrics that he didn't allow himself to swept away by the music. He even looked like he was bored sometimes. Kevin wore his heart on his sleeve when he played. When he played it was like he was trying to meld with the guitar and the music. He didn't care so much about specifics- he just did it. And it was hot.
It was almost strange because though fangirls worshipped all three of them- there was no doubt about it, the most attention was paid to Nick and Joe. Macy only had eyes for Kevin- she hid it well, no need to embarrass herself further.
Of course it might have been the combination of the guitar and the exceptionally tight pants. Oh dear JONAS the pants! If he added a leather jacket, she could faint. Again Nick and Joe looked fine in tight pants- but Macy was positive that Kevin looked best by far. It might have been that he was older… more… mature. Macy instantly blushed and reproached herself for her thoughts.
"Who is he?" Stella asked a sly tone in her voice. Macy remembered that she was in a school hallway, and she had let her mind wander.
"Oh- um- just thinking about this guy on the swim team." Macy improvised.
"Swim team huh?" Stella wiggled her eyebrows suggestively- Macy immediately wished that she had chosen the baseball team… with their tight pants…Macy blushed again. Why did she even have to say it was a guy? Urgh!
"So who is he? Tell me tell me everything!"
"umm... well…" The bell rings- how cliché, but perfect "gotta run!" Macy dashes off knowing that Stella will not let this rest.
Macy really needed to learn to keep her mind in the present. When she didn't keep things in perspective and in the present, stuff like Joe's clothes being shredded happened, Macy shuddered at the memory. Macy passed by the atrium Kevin stood in the center his head upturned to the sky. Macy expected a smile or at least a twinkle in his eye- but nothing his face was solemn, even introspective. Strange.
In the English class Macy and Kevin had together (that had cost her 50 bucks and a signed piece of JONASabilia) she saw Kevin was still somber. It kind of worried her- Kevin wasn't one to look so serious for too long. Macy sent up thanks when Ms. Omelia paired her with Kevin for a book project, Spoon River Anthology.
As they sat and read silently, Macy's eyes snuck over to Kevin- his eyes raked the pages and his expression did not soften. Though that wasn't entirely unexpected it was a rather disheartening book.
"Kevin?" He shifted to awareness and met her eyes "The bell rang."
"Really?"
"Yeah." Macy bit her lip- she didn't know what to say.
"I guess we'll have to get together for our project- when is best for you?"
"Tomorrow I'm free after 3."
"Sounds good. Meet at the firehouse? I would come to your place but-" Macy didn't need him to finish. She knew he didn't want to risk being trapped again.
Kevin moved to leave "Kevin- are you alright?" Macy blurted
Kevin didn't meet her eyes "I'll be fine"
"You sure?"
"…yeah" Kevin darted out of the room before anything else could be said.
Macy stood at the door to the firehouse; she held a plate full of coconut peanut butter oatmeal white and milk chocolate chip cookies. Nick couldn't eat them, Joe thought they were gross, but Kevin loved them. He hadn't looked any better at school since yesterday- and she figured some cookie therapy would help.
Joe answered the door
"Macy?"
"Hi! Kevin and I have a project for-"
"English? River of Spoons?" Joe finished for her "I have the same teacher different time" He eyed the cookies- obviously trying to draw the conversation. Joe flipped the hair out of his eyes as if trying to look attractive- not that he had to try too hard.
Macy smiled politely.
"cookies?" Joe's eyebrows rose higher
"For Kevin."
"Just for Kevin?"
"Yes"
"He won't mind" Macy lifted an eyebrow when Joe took a cookie from the plate and took a huge bite-Joe's face immediately scowled.
"Coconut and peanut butter?!"
Macy grinned She knew Joe hated these cookies.
"So none for me?"
"Nope"
"Fine" Joe pouted
A squeal of metal against skin introduced Kevin.
"Macy's here- and she brought your favorite weird cookies" Joe scraped his tongue on his teeth trying to rid the residue.
Macy held the cookies up- smiling widely. "A study snack!" Kevin smiled- but it wasn't the smile she wanted.
Half an hour into their study session Macy wanted to wring Kevin's neck and ask him what was wrong.
She settled for the latter.
"Kevin? Are you ok?"
Kevin's eyes met hers- and maintained contact for longer than 4 seconds- a record for the last two days. Macy decided to save the cheer for another time; she could see his eyes evaluating the possibilities.
"Let's go out." Kevin stood abruptly and walked to the fire poles.
Macy decided not to question further, she had a feeling he would tell her soon enough.
Kevin told Nick they were going out. Nick caught Macy's eye- the look in his, asking her to try to help Kevin. Macy nodded back with a smile- glad that Nick wasn't as seemingly oblivious as Joe.
Macy offered to drive, but Kevin insisted that he needed to drive. The car was silent, silence and Kevin did not match. Macy didn't like silent Kevin- but he still intrigued her.
"Macy" Kevin's eyes didn't leave the road. "I'm sorry, I've- I kn-" Kevin let out a long breath of air.
"I know I haven't been very talkative lately" Kevin turned to meet her eyes.
Unable to think of words to help- Macy nodded with an unsure smile. His eyes moved back to the street as he turned into a park.
"This park is typically pretty empty around now- mind if we go for a little walk?"
Macy had come this far- and she was not turning back now.
"Sure- a stretch of the legs sounds great." Macy privately winced at herself- stretch of the legs? Really?? She had no idea how to act around this Kevin. Regular Kevin, all she had to do was mention a woodland animal and they could go on and on.
She met Kevin's leisurely stride. They walked in that lovely maddening silence for a few minutes- Macy was close to hitting him to check that he could speak. Once again she chose a different less violent option.
"Kevin- you know you can tell me anything right?"
Kevin just smiled at her, never pausing, saying nothing. It was a good thing she loved his guitar playing tight pants wearing self.
"I pinky promise that I won't post it online"
She held out her pinky- Kevin really smiled at her and took her finger with his, still wordless.
"I won't even tell Jonah, my stuffed whale." (Actually he was named Jonas- but no need to move to Arkansas out of embarrassment at this moment.)
"This promise includes Stella."
Macy despised silence.
"The entire world essentially"
She sighed
"Kevin- look I've been worried about you since yesterday, I really do care- and I'm here if you want to say anything or nothing- Which you seem to be choosing right now."
Macy mimicked Kevin a let out a breath of frustrated air.
Kevin turned off the path towards the small fake lake. Macy followed thinking that maybe Kevin was enjoying her flustered- just a little bit.
"Sometimes I feel like the bonus JONAS." He blurted out- he still didn't look at her.
Wait- what?
Macy opted for his weapon: silence. It worked well for him.
"Joe is the "heartthrob" and lead vocalist, Nick is the artistic sensitive one, writing the songs. Frankie would fit in better with them, with his scheming little mind."
Her stomach turned in discomfort- she couldn't hold herself back as she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You even chose to maul Joe."
Macy would've traded all her JONASabilia at that moment to change the past. She remained noiseless.
"I'm the weird one- and usually I can live with that, usually I don't mind being the one that the fangirls think the least about. Usually-" Kevin sighed and dropped his gaze to the ground. Macy placed herself in front of him, her hand never leaving his shoulder.
"Usually is not today."
She moved towards Kevin her arms wrapping around him. He welcomed the embrace.
"Kevin, I want to tell you something that I have never told a living person."
He nodded into her hair.
"Do you know what first started my love of your band?" She pulled away wanting to see his face.
He crinkled his nose. "No"
"Your first music video" Kevin titled his head waiting for her to continue.
"You have to understand, I love the electric guitar."
Kevin's eyebrows scrunched together.
"The first shot of your music video was a close up of your intro on the guitar. I was captivated, enthralled by your playing. I remember feeling annoyed anytime the shot cut to Nick or Joe- I only wanted to watch you."
Kevin looked like he was about to blush.
"I bought your CD and shortly after a ticket to your nearest concert, August 4th 2007. I bought the closest seat I could get. I quickly deduced that you were the truly talented guitarist. You had such an amazing stage presence- and it wasn't just the power slides- stage presence doesn't just come to anybody, believe me. I couldn't take my eyes off of you."
Macy's voice was earnest "Kevin you play with so much passion. It's astounding; you keep that passion through the whole show, never missing a beat. You play like you want to become the song, with so much abandon, like you are playing for you- and we are just here to witness you love the music."
Macy sighed. "It's incredible." She met his eyes. "So when you say Joe is the heartthrob and Nick is the artistic sensitive one- I have to disagree, when you play like that- it's hot. I can see you as you bend to the song- even more than just bend, you meld with it. You are so sensitive to what it needs to push it from great to breathtaking."
"Kevin- you are the reason why I love JONAS."
Kevin was silent- Macy really hoped it wasn't because he was weirded out by her confession.
"You really like my guitar playing that much?"
Macy smiled, blissful that he seemed like he was on the road to regular crazy perfect Kevin.
"That and how excellent you look in those tight pants."
Kevin cocked his head
Oh dear JONAS did I just say that out loud?
I have to admit during Fashion Victim- when they cut to Kevin in tight pants and a leather jacket playing his electric guitar, I couldn't breathe.
