It's just a short little drabble about Nick...and Macy. Near the end, it kinda got a mind of it's own. Please excuse any mistakes, it's almost 11 here and I'm trying to hurry up and get this posted. Dedication:Pwnguin. While talking to her late in the night, er, early in the morning (for me anyway) I got this idea. She's really looking forward to reading this and I hope she likes it. :)

He didn't know what attracted him to her.

Maybe it was because ever since she stopped obsessing over JONAS, he really got to know her. Maybe it was because she was the only one who finally got Kevin to shut up about Guitar Hero when she beat him at it.

Then again, now that he thought it about, it was probably because her brunette hair shone in the sun, her eyes were like pools of chocolate and sparkled when you looked deep into them, and her smile could light any room and always made him happy not matter how angry and stressed out he was earlier.

She was all he wanted and more.

She didn't complain we he and his brothers had the weekend off and didn't want to do anything but stay at home and enjoy a few nice games of softball like Stella.

Actually, she would never admit it to her best friend, but she liked playing softball more than going to mall enjoying the weekly Saturday sales.

She laughed at all of Joe's jokes no matter how ridiculous they were just to make him happy.

She always made time for her friends and family even though she played more sports than he could count. It amazed even him, the busy rock star, that in-between practices, school, and work she could always manage to help Stella with a design, or keep Frankie company when they were all gone at some meeting or something.

She was perfect.

She was sweet, caring (as mentioned above), beautiful, friendly....just perfect.

Okay, so maybe there's no such thing as a perfect person, but to him, she was.

She was perfect to him and no one was ever going to change that.

It was like an addiction. Once he got to know the real non-fan girl Macy, it was all he could think about.

Why do you think he's been sitting in the same position for the past three hours when he should be coming up with JONAS' next hit?

Matter of fact, addiction wasn't the right word. He wasnt addicted to Macy. If he was addicted to Macy he would've asked her out a long time ago and never let go. She wouldn't be so free to ogle any guy she finds cute if he was addicted. He wasn't the type to get jealous and over-protective of a girl if he obviously doesn't have her. That was more of Joe's thing.

It was more like poison ivy. Her long, leafy vines (in this case, her promise to stop obsessing over JONAS) tempted him. Then once he decided to trust her, her toxins (in this case, her dashing good looks and friendly nature) trapped him and he couldn't help but to roll around it like a little kid when they see their first snow fall of the Winter.

Now, no matter how hard he tries to stop thinking about her, no matter how hard he scratches, the itch is still there.

Grabbing the notepad that has been in lap since an hour ago when he thought he had something, and a pen from the wall his fans conveniently thrown them at he writes down the lyrics:

Everyone's allergic to poison ivy.

Macy was his poison ivy and he was allergic to it, except this was one itch he didn't mind. Sometimes.

I'm not planning on continuing, but if you ask I'm sure I'll think of something. BTW, Poison Ivy is by the Jonas Brothers. Reviews make me happy. :)