Wish You Were Here Nacy Song-fic

Chapter one

DISCLAIMER: I do not own JONAS L.A. nor do I own the characters. I also do not own "Wish you were here" by Hey Monday. Wish I did.

Here's my heart in a postcard, darling

Just one step from the edge

Sleep alone and it's so hard, darling

You're next to me in my head

It gets pretty hard being the girlfriend of a rock star. More specifically, the girlfriend of Nick Lucas from the well-known band JONAS. He is accompanied by his two brothers, Joe and Kevin, on a tour at the moment. They are liked very much by teenage girls all over the world. That's what sucks. Imagine your boyfriend (or girlfriend) touring around the world with millions of the opposite sex throwing themselves at them. Like I said, it sucks. It's not even just that, sure we video chat and talk on the phone or text but that's not the same as having them in your presence. Oh, and another great detail is that my best friend, Stella, is their wardrobe designer so she's on tour with them. It gets really hard being the girlfriend of a rock star.

Ping.

I hear my computer notifying me that I have a video chat request. Nick. I smile to myself. Accept.

"Hey there, pretty girl." I love when he calls me that. A warm smile spreads across his face. Nick Lucas. The most amazing boyfriend in the history of the world, possibly the universe. He wasn't like most boys; instead of calling me "hot" he told his friends that I was beautiful, he wasn't afraid of showing his love for me, he showed me off to the world instead of having "too much pride" (typical boy), and most importantly: he loved me for me.

"Hi there," I say sounding dull.

"What's wrong, Mace?" He sounds…hurt? "Not happy to see me? If this is a bad time…"

"No, no. I was just thinking…" I trail off into my thoughts.

"About what, exactly?" He seems worried.

"I was just thinking about how dreadful it is being away from you for so long." I sigh.

"I know its bad but there's only," he counts in his head, "Four more months left." He sheepishly smiles.

"Only?" It's like that isn't long for him. Oh. That's right. He gets to play music and have fun while I'm stuck here moping around waiting for him to come back. Awesome I think. "Listen, I gotta go. I'll talk to you." I fake a smile the best I can. He knows it isn't sincere.

"I love you. Bye," he says in a disappointed (?) way.

"Love you too." Sign off.

LATER THAT NIGHT

I'll just write a letter. That'll be easier than saying it face to face.

Dear Nick,

It's taking a lot, sending this letter. I hope you take it the way I expect you to. I'm pretty sure right now you're worrying about the contents of this letter; I'll cut to the chase. As you are touring and having the greatest time in your life I am sitting at home thinking about how my day normally goes: wake up, act like a zombie around school, go home and occasionally talk to you, cry myself to sleep. I know this must be hurting you to read but you must know. I really love you. A lot. The thing is, well, I'm not sure if I can take this pain anymore. It's like every minute more I'm away from you another piece of my heart is getting ripped out. The worst part is that I feel as if this long distance thing isn't affecting you anymore. I'm sure you do miss me, but one day, you are going to wake up and not miss me anymore. That's the day you will fall out of love with me. That's the day I will break. I think its time we went our separate ways. I wish it didn't have to be this way but you must chase your dreams and I must chase mine. And if in the endwe meet up again, it will be beautiful.

I love you.

-Macy Misa

A teardrop falls onto the letter. I hope he doesn't notice it. What I hope he does notice, however, is that I just "sent my heart in a postcard."

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xoxo

Missy