Macy, as of today, was now 21 years old. She was dating Nick Lucas, who recently went on to follow his dream of a solo career. He was a great singer/songwriter and won several Grammy awards for songs he had written for himself and other artists. Though, Macy was happy about Nick's success, she hated to see JONAS break up. But, it was something that was mutually agreed upon all members. They are still brothers after all.

Macy was sitting at the desk of she and Nick's room in the W Hotel in downtown New York city. They had been staying in the residential condo portion of the hotel for almost two months in order for Nick to record in New York. Also, they were thinking of making the move to New York a permanent one. She loved the place, but it didn't quite feel like a home to her.

She was surfing the web looking for something to do as she waited for Nick to wake up. Suddenly, her phone buzzed and she grabbed it and went into the bathroom to answer it. She smiled when she saw it was Stella.

"Hey, Stella." Macy said as she sat on the closed lid of the toilet and started inspecting her fingernails. It was time to switch to a new color.

"Happy birthday, Macy!" Stella said and Macy smiled even more. "I wish I could be there with you. Joe and I had planned on going, but he kind of surprised me."

"Really? With what?" Macy asked wondering what it could be. Just then, she heard Stella giggle which could mean they did or was going to have sex or something completely different.

"A ring…" Stella said and Macy's jaw dropped to the floor. "He proposed!"

"OMG, congrats! Oh, you're going to have to send me pic of that ring."

"I will. Shit, I'm sorry, Macy. I'm all gushing about getting engaged and it's totally taking away from your big day. I'm sorry…I just had to tell you."

"It's okay. I'm happy for you and Joe. I know you're going to have to perfect wedding."

"We will…Hey, do you know any good venues in New York?"

"Central Park, but that's a little cliché. I mean, it's not that bad…you just have to pick a good spot to get married in. So, you want to come to New York, eh?"

"Yeah…maybe. How is it? Have you guys found a place or are you still living in that condo above the hotel?" Stella asked.

"Still living at the W. Ugh…I love this place, but it's not home. It doesn't feel like a home to me. I want to tell him so bad, but he's just so busy. What am I going to do?"

"Aww…do be so down on your birthday…cheer up. At least you're looking for another place to stay. And when you do, tell him about…whether he's busy or not."

"I know…I just don't want him to feel like he's being left out of the loop. I want to go apartment hunting with him because I want him to not be surprised with a new place and he ends up hating it. So…I'm going see about talking about it tonight. We're having a little birthday dinner."

"That's great. I'm sure he would love to come along for apartment hunting. Well, whenever you come to Jersey, let me know so we can celebrate your birthday. Ugh, this feels so weird not being with you on your birthday."

"I know…but don't feel bad. I know you would be miserable with me here."

"I wouldn't. Why would you say that?"

"Oh, nothing…I'm bored most of the time since school is out. Ugh, I should have taken summer courses, but I don't want to weigh myself down and be so stressed out."

"Yeah, that's not good. Anyway, I have to go. I'm working on a dress. Happy birthday."

"Thanks. Bye." Macy said as she hung up the phone and walked back into the bedroom. Nick was awake and he was on the phone. When he hung up, she came behind him and hugged him while kissing his neck.

"Morning, birthday girl. Shouldn't I be doing this to you."

"Well, yes, but you wake up too late." Macy said as she pulled him down to the bed with her and she landed on top of him.

"Last night kind of tired me out. And we started at midnight."

"And it was a great birthday gift…even if it was a little early. Only by a few minutes." Macy said as she kissed his cheek. "I'm hungry. How about making a birthday breakfast?"

"Okay…what do you want?" Nick said as he rolled over and stood up.

"Pancakes and eggs and bacon and…"

"Whoa, someone's hungry. How do you know I can even cook all of that?"

"Well, just do what you always do when you think I don't know. Order it." Macy said with a silly smirk and Nick was shocked that she knew he didn't cook.

"So, you found that out, huh? Well, to prove you wrong, I'm going to make you breakfast…from scratch. We'll see who has the last laugh…"

"Yeah, yeah…" Macy said as she followed him into the kitchen. She sat on the stool at the counter and watched Nick as he grabbed ingredients from the pantry and fridge, but it was clear he didn't know which ingredients he would need.

"Nick…maybe you should just order the breakfast. You're holding paprika in your hand. I'm pretty sure the pancakes wouldn't taste that great with that in there."

"Yeah…you're probably right. I'm sorry…promise to cook for your 22nd birthday."

"It's okay…it's the attempt that counts." Macy said as she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "So, what are we going to do today for my birthday?"

"Hmm…I was thinking that we could go on a shopping spree…have a nice romantic carriage ride through Central Park…maybe have dinner on the terrace."

"That sounds wonderful. I'm so looking forward to the carriage ride."

"Me too." Nick said as he kissed her. Just then, Macy thought it was a good time to bring up looking for another place to stay. She loved this place, but it didn't feel like a place she felt completely comfortable in. They just stayed there while she was taking online courses and he was recording for a new album. She never felt like it was home.

"Nick…I've been thinking. I know this isn't a good time to bring this up…you know, on my birthday, but…would you come with me to go apartment hunting sometime?"

"Apartment hunting?" he asked with a confused look on his face. "Wait, you don't like this place?" he said as he walked around the counter and sat in a stool beside her.

"Not really. I mean, don't get me wrong…I would love this place if it was a just a hotel stay for a week or two, but it's been two months and…I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Macy…you should have told me you hated it here. I would have looked for another place with you. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know…I guess, I figured you would be too busy. And I also felt like if I told you, you would find some way to convince me to stay here because you loved it so much."

"I would never want to keep you some place you didn't want to live. I love you, Macy. I don't want to make you unhappy even if it's something as small as not cooking breakfast or something big like finding another place to live."

"I know…I love you, too. I'll show you some of the places I looked up, tonight."