How to Crush a Crush Chapter 1: Janitor's Closet, a misc. tv shows fanfic

I should not be posting a new story right now, but I can't stop myself. I'm not even sure this chapter is ready to be seen, but I just couldn't wait to get this story up. So, this is my new story, and the full title is "How to Crush a Crush: The Easy-to-Use Manual on Losing a Stalker" but the whole title wouldn't fit, so I had to shorten it down.

I decided to write this one in first person, with changing points of view. Hopefully it's not confusing. I just got tired of writing in third person.

I don't own JONAS. If I did, there would be a random song in every episode. Which is why I'm putting a random song in every chapter of this story. Hooray!

How to Crush a Crush: The Easy-to-Use Manual on Losing a Stalker

Chapter One: Janitor's Closet

*Nick*

When my brothers and I hit it big with our band, we knew that things were going to change. It was exciting to all of us for different reasons. For Kevin, it was rocking out on stage, doing power slides in tight pants while shedding on his guitar. For Joe, it was—what else?—the girls. And for me, it was the entire world hearing the songs I had poured my soul into.

But the three of us soon learned that being a rock star comes with a price. I could go on for hours about the lack of privacy or the sleep deprivation, but those were the least of my problems. Now, don't think that I'm ungrateful or anything. Believe me, I was fully aware of how lucky I was. But no one can be as lucky as my brothers and I were without something constantly out to ruin it. You see, fame had provided us with a major pain, and her name was Macy Misa.

I could put this as nicely as possible and just say that Macy was a huge fan who sometimes crossed the line, but what's the point? You'll probably realize the ugly truth sooner or later, so I'll just come out and say it. Macy Misa was a stalker. This wasn't one of those, memorizes-all-of-our-songs-and-plasters-her-locker-with-our-posters kind of fan. This was a dresses-her-boyfriend-up-as-my-twin kind of fan. This girl was not just scary. She was straight out of the Twilight Zone creepy.

And the worst thing about our stalker fan? She went to our school. That's right, JONAS's number one fan saw us every day. Memorized our class schedules. Memorized our locker combinations. I knew this because Kevin forgot his combination about once a week, and one of those times, Macy witnessed it and taught him the code she used to remember it. How could we deal with a fan like that? How could we explain to her how wrong that was?

So, obviously, telling her the truth was not an option. There was no getting through to her. She was obsessed.

*Macy*

I was not obsessed with JONAS. I mean, sure, I had a T-shirt proclaiming that I was the #1 JONAS Super Fan, and I had a collage of Kevin on my closet door, and I had watched the boys dial their locker combinations so often that I memorized their combinations and then opened Joe's locker when he wasn't around and snagged a scarf out of it so that I could carry it around with me wherever I went and smell it when I got depressed.

Okay, so there was nothing normal about me when it came to JONAS. But I couldn't help it. My best friend always tried to remind me that they were just ordinary guys who happened to be famous, but I couldn't see them that way. Nick with his intense eyes, and Joe with his confident swagger, and Kevin…well, Kevin was just the sweetest guy you could ever meet, the kind of guy who would go out of his way to make your day when you're feeling down. Combine that with the fact that he was gorgeous, and it was easy to mistake him for some sort of an angel. Which, I believed, was the reason his name rhymed with "heaven".

So, yeah, I was obsessed with them. But can you blame me? They were cute, they were rock stars, and there were three, I repeat, THREE of them. And I was lucky enough to see them every day.

Unfortunately, I wasn't as lucky as Stella. I have to admit, I was a teensy bit jealous that my best friend was best friends with JONAS. It only made me more obsessed with the band. So obsessed, that one day, I found myself stuffed in Kevin Lucas's locker.

At the time, it seemed like a good plan. I'd been curious for days, because a fan sent an email to me on my JONAS fansite wondering whether a JONAS's locker was big enough to hold JONAS's biggest fan. Now, I wasn't sure how such a thought occurred to Annabel from Spokane, Washington, but I figured that any fan that spent her time pondering these things deserved to have her question answered. So one Tuesday afternoon, I grabbed a stepladder, dialed Kevin's locker combination, shoved aside a gallon-sized Ziploc bag full of empty Tic-Tac containers, and climbed in.

It was a tight squeeze, but Annabel from Spokane would be pleased to know that JONAS's biggest fan did indeed fit inside of a JONAS locker. She would probably be less pleased to know that JONAS's biggest fan would suffocate in said locker if somebody didn't come for her soon, as she had realized a moment too late that it was not a good idea to shut the locker door on herself.

And that was the event that triggered the series of unlikely mishaps that were about to occur.

*Kevin*

"Seriously, guys. She's becoming a problem."

"Nick, relax," I replied. "Sure, she's a little..."

"Eccentric," Joe filled in.

"Yeah, that," I agreed. "But when has she ever harmed us?"

Nick raised his eyebrows. "I don't know. Let's see. There was the time she dropped a bowling ball on your foot. The time she stabbed your foot with those oars. The time she slammed your hand in her locker. Do I need to go on?"

"Yesterday she hit me in the face with a volleyball," Joe added.

"And do I need to remind you of the time she dressed up her date as me and started calling him by my name?" Nick said. "I know that's not physical harm, but I am emotionally scarred for life."

"But guys," I objected, "I think she's past all that. It's been a while since she's had one of her fan girl moments." I began dialing my locker combination. "When was the last time Macy did something truly disturbing?"

My question was answered when my locker door swung open, revealing the sheepish face of Macy Misa.

My brothers and I, taken by surprise, did what any high school boys would do in our situation. We screamed in our girliest voices and ran for our lives.

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"Ouch! Kevin, you're standing on my foot."

"Get your bony elbow out of my ribcage!"

"Who's pulling my hair? Seriously!"

"Hey! That was on purpose!"

"Shh. She'll find us!"

"Are you kidding? Who'd search for us in the janitor's closet?"

My brothers and I found sanctuary in the school janitor's closet, which was, ironically, the dirtiest room in the school. It was also the smallest closet I had even been in, which was why the three of us could not all fit comfortably inside.

"Kevin?" we heard a voice call from outside. "Kevin, Joe, Nick? Where are you?"

"It's Macy," Joe hissed.

"Shh!" Nick hushed. "We know it's Macy."

"I'm sorry I scared you!" Macy shouted. "Guys? Where the heck did they run off to?"

"You guys," Joe whispered. "You know I'm claustrophobic, right?"

"Shh!" Nick hissed again. "We can't get out of here until our stalker goes away."

"Okay, Macy's crazy," I admitted. "And she tends to come across as slightly…stalker-ish. But do you really think she's dangerous?"

"Shh!" Nick said a third time, as Macy's footsteps grew closer and closer to the closet door.

"You guys," Joe whispered. "I really think I might suffocate in here."

I shook my head. "If ever there was an appropriate time to break out in song," I sighed, "this would be it."

Standing in a bucket
Tangled in a mop
Hiding from a girl
who just doesn't know when to stop
She cornered us at the lockers
and she chased us down the hall
And now we're stuck in here
staring at these closing walls

Now we're standing in a janitor's closet
Nothing to do but sing our song
Hearing this, you'd probably think we've lost it
and we wish that we could say you're wrong
But we've all gone crazy since this crazy girl came and crazied up our lives
School we can handle
but this we can't survive

The smell of bleach fumes in the air
and something sticky on the floor
But we can hear her little footsteps
walking right outside the door
Now we're trapped here with the rags and brooms
with no way to escape
We're just stuck here
waiting for a change in fate

*Stella*

When you're the stylist for three rock star brothers, and the best friend of said rock stars' biggest fan, your idea of "normal" is quite different from most people's ideas of "normal". For example, most people would not find coaxing their best friend out of a tree outside their school because JONAS is serving detention on the third floor to be a normal activity. But to me, doing normal high school activities that normal high school students did on normal weekday afternoons was just not normal to me.

So when I spotted my best friend searching the hallways for JONAS, I knew it was going to be a normal day.

"Kevin? Nick? Guys?"

"Macy, what are you doing?" I asked, approaching my best friend in the school hallway.

"I'm looking for the guys," Macy explained. "So I can apologize to them."

I sighed. "Macy, what did you do now?"

She cringed. "I might have popped out of one of their lockers after class."

"Oh, Macy. Remember that talk we had about invasions of privacy?"

"'There's a fine line between flattering and just plain scary,'" Macy recited.

"So what did we learn today?" I asked Macy, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"That stuffing myself into Kevin's locker is scary."

"And?"

"And that a JONAS locker is indeed big enough to contain JONAS's biggest fan."

"Boundaries, Macy," I said, shaking the small girls' shoulders. "You need to respect the guys' boundaries."

"You can't expect me to know everything," Macy defended herself, pulling my hands off of her shoulders. "I'm just a person."

I sighed. "And you're also my best friend. Which is why I'm letting you off the hook this time." I eyed the janitor's closet door that stood directly behind my friend. "Now why don't you run to your locker, and I'll meet you there in just a second."

Macy nodded and left in the direction of her locker. Once she was out of sight, I seized the doorknob and pulled open the janitor's closet door. Joe Lucas tumbled out, followed closely behind by Nick, who fell on top of Joe, and Kevin, who landed on both of his brothers.

Joe struggled to lift himself off the ground, but this task was not made any easier with his brothers weighing him down.

"Kevin?" Nick sqeaked.

"Uh huh?"

"If it's not any trouble, would you mind getting off?"

"Oh, yeah," Kevin said, jumping to his feet. "Right."

Nick stood up and then helped Joe to his feet.

"Next time I choose the hiding place," Joe told his brothers.

"Seriously, guys, there's no need to hide from Macy," I said, brushing lint from the front of Joe's shirt.

"Stella," Joe replied. "How would you react if a tiny person jumped out of your locker?"

"Okay, that would probably freak me out," I admitted. "But you know Macy. She doesn't know how to not go to extremes. And not just with you three. With everything she does. It's just the way she is." I looked at the oldest Lucas brother. "You can understand that, can't you, Kevin?"

"What? I'm not like that!" Kevin objected, before spotting a fly that had just landed on the wall and destroying it with an animated karate kick, accompanied by a loud, "Hi-yah!"

"Dude, it's easier if you just use a flyswatter or something," Joe informed him.

"Easier? Maybe. More fun? No way."

"Can we get back to our issue, here?" Nick asked his brothers. "I think the best way to deal with Macy at this point, is just to avoid her altogether."

"Nick, that's stupid," I argued. "Don't listen to Nick, you guys. The best way to deal with Macy is to be friends with her so she can get used to you."

"Oh, that's a great plan," Nick replied, sarcastically. "Let's start by letting her familiarize herself with the insides of our lockers."

"Joe, you agree with me, right?" I asked the middle brother.

Joe wrinkled his forehead. "I don't know, Stella. I mean, maybe Nick is right."

"He usually is," Kevin interjected.

"I usually am," Nick agreed.

"See, Nick," I replied, "that's the difference between you and me. Because I'm always right."

*Macy*

"I don't mean to be like that, you know."

"I know, Macy," Stella comforted. "You've just got way too much energy in way too small of a body. It's one of the things I love about you."

"And that's why you're my best friend."

"But maybe, for the guys' sake, and for your sake, and even for my sake, you should try to tone it down just a little."

"I am trying, Stella. You know I am, but…"

I drifted off as something, or more specifically, someone, caught my attention down the hall. Ever had somebody stare at you, only to quickly turn away when you realize they're staring? Everyone has, right? Well, have you ever had someone stare at you and then not turn away when you realize they're watching you?

"Macy, what are you looking at?" Stella asked, starting to turn around.

"No, don't look!"

Stella froze in place. "What am I not looking at?"

"Stella, I think Hayden Bradley is staring at you."

Stella's eyes widened in excitement. "Really? He is so cute! Do you think he likes me or something? Are you sure he's staring at me? Maybe he's staring at you. He's totally hot, right?"

"Too many sentences in one breath, Stella."

"Sorry. But he is really cute."

"As cute as Joe?"

"Macy!" Stella cried, looking around to make sure no one heard. "Not so loud."

"Relax, Stella. Everyone at Horace Mantis Academy knows you like Joe. Actually, I'm pretty sure everyone in New Jersey knows it. Including Joe, who likes you back…remind me again why you two are still just friends?"

"It's not that simple."

"Of course it's not," I replied. "You're Stella Malone. You can't just let things be simple. You have to go and make things all complicated. Remember your quote in our eighth grade yearbook? 'When life becomes simple, you know you're forgetting to do something important.' Who says things like that?"

"Well at least I don't climb into people's lockers just to see if I can fit."

"Touché."

I took a peek behind Stella to see if Hayden was still watching us. He wasn't. He was looking at his basketball buddies, who were talking animatedly. Hayden, however, wasn't taking part in the conversation. He stood sort of outside of the group, listening to the conversation, but not contributing. Not even reacting, really. There was something intense about his eyes as he watched the group, his hands in the pockets of his letterman jacket. Stella was right; he was definitely handsome. The way his sandy brown hair fell into his icy blue eyes and how the sharp curves of his jaw and his sunken-in cheeks framed his slightly-parted lips. He wasn't just cute. He was gorgeous. So gorgeous, in fact, that I didn't even mind that he was looking our way again.

I gasped when I realized he'd caught me staring.

"What?" Stella asked, not daring to turn around. "Is he still looking?"

"I have to go," I muttered, turning and rushing away.

*Joe*

Stella didn't notice me standing three feet away from her. She was too busy staring across the hall at some jock.

I balled my fists in anger. Just because Stella and I agreed that we couldn't jeopardize our friendship by dating, didn't mean it was okay for her to look at other guys. Or, maybe that was exactly what it meant. But I still was not okay with it.

"Hey Stella," I greeted her as calmly as I could.

"Oh, hi Joe," she responded, snapping to attention. "I didn't see you there."

"So I noticed." I nodded my head at the jock she'd been staring at. "Who's the muscle head?"

"His name is Hayden," she replied. "And he's not a muscle head. He's sweet…mysterious…handsome…"

"Yeah, he sounds great," I interrupted.

"I get it," Stella said with a smile. "Changing the subject. So, uh, was Nick serious about avoiding Macy at school? That sounds pretty crazy to me."

"No. What's crazy is dressing up Randall what's-his-name up as Nick and flaunting him around at a basketball game. Nick's talking about adding new laws about Macy to the JONAS Book of Law. Starting with 'Avoid Macy at all costs.'"

"Are you gonna go along with it?" Stella asked, her eyes boring into me as if she was waiting for me to give the answer she wanted me to give.

"I guess."

Clearly, that was the wrong answer.

"Joe, Macy's my best friend!"

"Your best friend is a psycho."

"Joseph!"

Now I knew I was in trouble.

"What?"

Stella sputtered, clearly trying to think of something to say that would make me change my mind about Macy. Which only made me more determined to stand my ground.

"Well, if you're avoiding my best friend," she said finally, "then I'm avoiding you."

I crossed my arms. "Fine," I replied, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice. "But you'll probably cave before I do."

Stella crossed her arms to mimic me. "I doubt it."

"We'll just see then."

"Fine."

"You already said that."

Stella threw down her arms in frustration. "Fine!" she cried, turning and storming away.

*Nick*

I was on my guard. Macy could pop out anywhere, at any time. I became aware of that when she popped out of Kevin's locker after class.

I had to be extra careful. I was dealing with a maniac.

I looked over each shoulder as I walked down the hall. Anyone watching me would have called me paranoid. And I guess they wouldn't be too far from the truth. I was acting a little crazy. But, I justified, what better way to deal with a crazy person?

"Hey Nick," a girl from my geometry class said, stopping me in the hall. She was looking at me as if I was insane and possibly dangerous. Maybe prowling through the halls like a leopard in the jungle trying not to be seen was not the best way of avoiding Macy.

I stood up straight, acknowledging the tall red-haired girl. "Oh, hey Alicia. What's up?"

"I was wondering if you could help me with my…"

I spotted a familiar brown head of hair turning the corner into the hallway I was standing in. It was time to make a break for it.

"Hold that thought!" I interrupted Alicia, bolting to the nearest door.

A poor decision on my part.

I paid no attention to my surroundings as I pressed myself against the door to prevent Macy from walking in. Then I felt someone pushing against the door, trying to open it.

"Nick?" I heard Alicia call from the hallway.

I took a step away from the door, allowing her walk in.

"Yeah?" I asked, as Alicia stepped into the room.

"This is a girls' bathroom," she informed me.

I felt my cheeks grow hot. "I can explain."

Alicia nodded, a concerned look in her eyes. "Please do."

"Well, see, there's this girl…"

Alicia's eyes grew even wider. "On second thought, please don't."

I swallowed hard. "That was a poor choice of words."

"So…you're not in here stalking girls?"

"No!" I said quickly. "I'm avoiding a girl who's stalking me!"

Alicia nodded. "Well, if the girl you're avoiding is Macy Misa, your number one fan, you're safe. She's gone now."

I heaved a great sigh of relief. "Thanks Alicia," I said, making my way out the door.

"Nick?"

I turned back briefly. "Yes?"

"Next time, use the boys' room."

I forced out a laugh. "I'll keep that in mind."

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So, that was my first chapter, which didn't have much of a plot to it, but it's sort of introducing you to the story. And to the major OCs of this story: Hayden and Alicia. The real action comes in the second chapter, which I warn you not to expect too soon. I'm in school now, so I won't be able to update very often. It's gonna be seven chapters long (lucky seven). Only half as long as 14 Reasons, because I really don't want it to drag on.

Like I said earlier, the guys will randomly break into song in every chapter, usually at times when it wouldn't really be convenient to break into song. (For example, while you're trying not to make a sound because you're hiding in a janitor's closet from a crazed fan.) The chapter titles are all the names of the songs featured in the chapters, although I don't think that's a really important detail. I'm just rambling now.

I apologize to those of you who expected this to be full of Kacy, but unlike 14 Reasons, that develops later on instead of right in the beginning. And, in case you haven't figured it out yet, this story focuses on all five of the main characters instead of just Kevin and Macy. Hope that doesn't disappoint you.

Please review, and I'll be happy forever. Okay, I can't really promise to be happy forever. But I'll be happy for the brief moment that it takes me to read your review.

Sincerely yours,
Bubbles

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