Stella PoV
"Hey Macy!" I screamed to my brown haired, chocolate eyed best friend leaning against her locker. It was after school and I, Stella Malone, fashion designer and natural blonde had great news for Macy, star-athlete, Jonas super-fan and natural brunette, with some darker bangs in between.
"Hey Stella." She repeated lovingly as I walked towards her.
"Guess what?" I asked, a huge smile on my face, grabbing Macy's hands for the happy-dance that was to come.
She grinned her cute white-toothed smile. "Okay. What?!"
"You know the guys have a concert here, right?" I asked slowly, even though I knew that she would know everything about it.
"Of course I do, silly Stella. What about it." Macy asked, slightly tilting her head to the side.
"Well, guess who… convinced her best guy-friends to let her best girl-friend with us back-stage?" I said quickly.
Her mouth dropped and I quickly had to grab her hands a little bit tighter, as she almost fell down.
"Really?" She asked, a hopelessly happy expression on her face, eyes sparkling.
"Really."
The next minutes we got stared at by a lot of students walking by, but we ignored it, dancing through the hallway, our hair bouncing around our faces.
I, of course, knew Macy would be thrilled. That's why I convinced the guys in the first place.
"Oh my JONAS!" Macy yelled overexcited. "Backstage! With you! And JONAS!" –squeal—"Stella you are the best friend ever!!" she stopped dancing and sighed dreamily.
"I know." I assured her, swinging my curls out of my face, smiling slightly. "And for the record. I'm dressing you." I added, pointing to her 'Jonas #1 super-fan' T-shirt.
Macy smiled. "You can dress me as a giant chicken and I'll still be happy!" she joked, swinging from side to side. A huge smile, like mine earlier, on her face. I swear her skin was glowing with joy.
"Don't give me any ideas." I warned as we walked towards the exit. Macy clutching her books tight and staring into space, probably dreaming about the concert already.
My silly, yet adorable best friend. Correction, one of my silly, yet adorable best friends. The guys, aka my other best friends, had immediately agreed to Macy coming. Not that Joe would say no to anything I wanted, we had the same opinion on most things and Nick naturally saw the logic in Macy getting more used to them so she wouldn't injure his delicate musician fingers. Of course also because he secretly also thought she was nice, I knew Nick good enough to know that.
And Kevin, well, he's naturally generous to everyone. He seemed to like the idea of Macy coming, ever since the background-singer incident, he and Macy can be very close. Like me and Joe, they even silent-communicate. If that doesn't scream best friends, I'm unfashionable.
We reached the parking lot, my beautiful, new, shiny red car waiting for us. It looked a lot like the car in the 'give love a try' music video, something Macy hadn't lacked noticing, but it was my first ever car, so no one dared bashing. Macy, being the fight and violence hater she is, even though she's on the rugby-team, wouldn't even think about it. She loved it just like me.
Talking about my bff.
"Macy, snap out of it." I said, snapping my fingers in front of her face, as she still hadn't returned from Jonastopia.
"I know, sorry!" She said, putting her volleyball equipment in the backseat and joining me in front. "I'm just excited! I have been backstage to their concerts, I mean I'm the head of the Jonas fan-club here so I obviously have been to a million concerts, but actually staying backstage with them, that's so exciting and every Jonas-fan's greatest dream, what's there not to love. I can almost see the reaction on that." She said, not bothering taking a breath.
"Macy, calm down. You're our friend, we want you to come! just don't mention my name, okay? I don't want fans to chase me around, asking for tickets. I rather leave that to the boys." It would be just brilliant if they ruined my clothes too.
Macy giggled. "I'm a fan too, I could chase you!"
"Get that idea out of your head really quick Macy Misa!" I threatened.
"I know, I would win anyway." She said, staring out the window smugly.
"How so?"
"Like you can run with a skirt and heels like that."
"Point taken, plus, you're the star runner of the school. Like anybody could keep up to you."
We continued chit-chatting until we reached my house.
"So, what's up with the boys these days?" Macy asked, as we walked to my room/studio.
"Well, Kevin's busy with Kevin-stuff. Nick's writing songs and being serious and I think Joe is working on his chess skills, but he'll drop that in a week and go back to his video-games and shopping with me."
Macy laughed affectionately. "Quite normal huh?"
We walked into my house, greeting my mother and walking upstairs to my cosy, multi-but-very-fashionable-coulored bedroom.
I frowned. "Okay, not really." I dropped my bag and purse on my desk and sat down in a puffy chair, while Macy grabbed a pillow and sat down yoga-style.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Nick has written over 17 songs these past three days and that's a lot, even for him. I'm kinda worried he's working to hard. I don't want him to get a writer's block again."
Macy pulled a sad expression. "Yeah, that would be really bad. He had to do the most horrible day of his life over and then it turned out his fantastic song was crunchy-cats. Poor Nick. The whole fan-club cried when I told them that." She shook her head.
"Exactly! He was a mess when that happened!" I said. Pulling my legs to my chest. I really hated seeing one of my friends unhappy. Especially Nick was underneath all his seriousness very sensitive.
"But I'm probably worried about nothing." I assured Macy, who was looking really worried right now. "He knows what he's doing. He's the smart one after all!"
Macy smiled dreamily, again. "Yeah, that he is…"
"Come on, airhead. We have homework to do. You, your dreams about Nick and the concert have to wait."
"Aww, Stella! No fair!" Macy whined, but the effect got ruined by her smile.
The next day
Oh for the love of all that is mike, I was late, again!
I quickly threw all my stuff in my purse and left the scar I was planning to wear hanging over my chair as I hurried a brush through my hair and grabbed the outfits for the boys, shouting a quick 'bye mom!' over my shoulder running out of the house.
Thank god the firehouse was only a few blocks away.
"Hey, sorry I'm late, I know. Just put this on and we can go!" I said, walking through the back door of the Jonas household.
"Hey Stells!" the voice of my best friend Joe, yelled from the other side of the kitchen, where he and his brothers were clearly having a late breakfast, Nick still in his T-shirt and boxers, Kevin still in his pyjama's and Joe still wearing his sleep-sweatpants.
Their similar black hair, curly or straight, was messy. They looked messy.
"Guys… We're going to be late!" I groaned, putting my purse on the kitchen-counter and walking over to them. "Kick the gear a little, I still have to dress you properly and you're having late breakfast?"
I knew I was sounding quite offensive, but I didn't earn my perfect presence award for nothing. They knew that, obviously.
"Sorry Stells, but Kevin was a bit late with coming out of his bed this morning." Nick apologised, not looking up and wiping his bacon-hands in his T-shirt.
I chose to ignore that and the fact that there were multiple bloc-notes lying in front of him again and looked at Kevin instead. He looked crushed. His whole frame screamed: SLEEP!
Witch he was currently doing, in his cereal-bowl.
"Kevin, dude, get it together. We have school." Joe said, poking his older brother in his shoulder.
"Nowh, we don't." Kevin groaned. "It's Tueswedsmonsunday!" Nick rolled his eyes, not looking up from his rushed scribbling.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Kev. It's Thursday." Joe told him, stuffing some cornflakes in his own mouth.
Kevin slowly lifted his head, he was lucky his bowl had been empty when he crashed in it.
He looked the worse out of them all. Where Nick and Joe looked just-out-of-bed, Kevin looked just-out-of-the-grave!
His hair was all over the place, black bruises underneath his eyes and he seemed not able to focus on me. Instead he just mumbled: "heeee" –yawn—"eey Stella. Lovely Saturday isn't it?" and put his head back in the bowl, picking up his snoring again.
"Um… mom, I think we'll go with the bus today. I don't really trust Kev behind the steering wheel right now." Nick told his mom, while he and Joe grabbed their older brother's arms and pulled him up, stuffing the bloc-notes in his bag and grabbing the guitar lying on the couch.
Eventually, we made it to the bus. Nearly too late, so the boys squished themselves in the backseat while I sat down next to van Dyke.
I turned around in my seat and faced Kevin, who was rubbing his bruised eyes. "Kevin, tell Stella. Why are you so damn tired?" I asked, ignoring van Dykes attempts to start a conversation.
Both of said sleepyheads' brothers looked at their older sibling, waiting for an answer
"Don't really know. I remember getting in bed and rolling out of it. Nothing unusual."
With that, Nick went back to his guitar, Joe glanced at me, shrugged and went to stare out of the window.
I on the other hand, was not convinced. It was strange, too strange.
Normally, Kevin had the most colourful stories about his dreams. Otters with trumpets, playing guitar in every way known to man-kind, flying musical notes, cloud shaped bunnies and me dressed in sweat pants.
I crossed my arms and sat back straight. Maybe he had a girlfriend, or a really bad dream he didn't wanted to talk about or maybe, I was stressing too much. There was nothing weird about being tired once in a while. I had it all the time with particular hard designs and not co-operating materials.
Great Stella, you're overreacting, again. Why can't you just let it go? Oh right, because you love the nitwits.
I remained thoughtful until we reached Horace mantis. I answered Macy's greet happily and her babbling about how good the guys looked today, while leading Kevin out of he bus.
"Stella? Stella?" Joe's voice asked and I noticed we had reached our lockers.
"Hmm." I said, letting Kevin slide down the lockers –still napping— and focussing on Joe's face. My white dress-shirt really made his eyes stand out.
"I wondered if you possibly, maybe, made your math homework?"
I sighed. Luckily Joe never changed. Forgetting to make his homework (he never lacked it on purpose) because he was too occupied with something.
"What distracted you this time Joe?" I asked him, trying to look stern, but failing miserably.
He didn't answer; instead he stared at a point above my left shoulder, his mouth half open.
"Joe?" I asked waving my freshly manicured hand in front of his face. "Joseph?"
"Beautiful…" he whispered
I looked at Macy and Nick, Nick was still absorbed in his notes, but Macy looked just as lost as I was.
"Um... thank you? I think." I said suspiciously. What was up with Joe?
"Not you!" He snapped almost angry. "Them!"
I turned around; there was nobody who he could possibly be referring to. "Who?"
Another. "So pretty." And more staring in space were my answers.
"Joe!! Okay, what's with everybody zoning out today?" I asked, worried and annoyed. Looking to the ceiling in a 'why me' gesture. Waving around with the math homework.
"Okay!" Joe yelled, pulling the homework out of my hand as if nothing happened. "Thank you Stells. You're the best!"
Macy looked from me to Joe and back, probably also wondering what was wrong with him.
"Joe!" I said accusingly to my best friend looking up my hard worked on homework, while completely ignoring me.
"What's wrong?" he yelled surprised by my anger.
"You guys acting weird and you ignoring me! That's what's wrong!" I told him.
I crossed my arms and stubbornly turned away from Joe. I knew he must've send Macy a 'what the hell' look, because she started to explain my anger not moments later.
"I think Stella means Kevin being so tired, Nick being in love with his note-pads and you asking her homework, ignoring her when she kindly gives it to you, I think insulting her and then doing as if nothing happened when she asks you what's wrong."
It was like the girl could read my mind.
"I don't know what you're talking about. If you don't want me to look up our homework than that's fine with me, it's my own fault after all."
He pulled his adorable 'please forgive me' face, so I sighed.
"Fine, you're forgiven. Maybe your brother's weirdness is contagious."
"I still don't know what…" He started.
"Don't push your luck Joe." I threatened, grabbing Kevin's arm to lead him to his class, while she did the same with Nick, smiling because our fight was over. Macy truly hated fights.
Joe locked his lips and imaginary throwing the key away. He smiled and grabbed Kevin's other arm, helping me.
I laughed, but inside I was still doubtful. My Stella-senses were tingling. Something was not going the right way, maybe they were sick? Some rare, sleepy/obsessing/zoning out disease…
whatever it was, something was wrong with Kevin, Nick and Joe and I was going to find out what. My Stella-senses were never wrong…
yup, another story from me.. I hope you liked it!
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"Kevin, kevin come to us." soft sounding voices, beautiful sounding voices sang to me. "you are so beautiful, you belong with us." they whispered. "come to us Kevin, we will teach you how to dance, how to be happy forever."
Yeah, I think I'd like that.
"i'm coming." I mumbled as the voices got softer. "I'm coming..."
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