A/N: Hey guys! So this is my first JONAS fic, so go easy on me. This takes place two days after Stella and Joe kiss. This was originally supposed to be a oneshot, but I got some new ideas, so I decided to add a few chapters. And before you read, pretend Macy has been friends with Kevin, Joe, and Nick for a little over a year and Joe and Stella's kiss didn't happen until a little over a year, to fit this story's time setting. Also, pretend the songs When You Look Me In The Eyes and Hold On were never written. And finally, enjoy and R&R!

Summary: Nick always falls too hard too fast. But this time, maybe he's got it right.

"Boys, hurry up, it's almost time for school!" Sandy Lucas called to her three rock star sons.

"Hey honey," Mr. Lucas said, walking into the kitchen and giving his wife a kiss.

"Good morning," Mrs. Lucas replied. "Have you seen Frankie?"

"Frankie? Oh no!" Mr. Lucas cried, running out of the kitchen. He was once again playing hide and seek with his youngest son, and he had once again forgotten to look for him.

As Sandy pondered what her husband's 'oh no' could be about and hoping it wasn't anything too serious, her three older sons appeared in the kitchen. "Hey Mom!" Nick said, opening the fridge and grabbing the orange juice container. He poured some in a glass and put the carton back.

Joe came next, grabbing his personal bottle of milk and a cookie.

"Honey, you can't eat a cookie for breakfast," Sandy said.

"Sorry Mom, in a hurry," Joe replied. With that, he stuffed the whole cookie in his mouth before his mother could protest again.

"Joe! Watch your manners!" Kevin joked as he made himself a pop tart.

"It's a wonder you don't have a girlfriend," Nick said to Joe as crumbs feel down his shirt.

"I do have a girlfriend!" Joe cried. "I think. Stella's my girlfriend! I think. I'm not so sure about our relationship right now."

"Well you better be sure soon or Stella's going to freak," Kevin said, taking a bite out of his pop tart.

"She'll probably freak about the mess you made on your shirt first," Nick said, pointing at the cookie stains on Joe's shirt. "Stella gave you that for your birthday last year."

"You're right!" Joe said, suddenly scared. He knew how scary his best friend and maybe girlfriend could be when she was angry, especially about fashion. "I'm going to go change."

"I thought you were in a hurry," Sandy challenged.

"We are," Nick insisted. "Joe you don't have time to change. Let's just go."

"And face Stella's wrath about the shirt? No thanks! Go without me if you have to. I need to go change!"

"A pop tart?" Sandy asked, seeing what was in Kevin's hand. She looked at his other hand. "And milk! See Joe!" she called after he second oldest kid. "Now that's a proper breakfast!"

Nick sighed. "Mom, you can't baby him forever. You have to let him make his own mistakes and learn from them."

Sandy smiled. "What would I do without you?" she asked.

"What would she do without you?" Kevin asked as Sandy walked out. "I think you've been a bigger help to her than all the rest of us."

"Yeah, I know," Nick said, wearing one of his rare smiles. "That's why Mom likes me best." He walked toward the door. "Joe come on! You have sixty seconds or we leave without you!"

"Coming!" Joe called.

Kevin stood there with an expression of confusion mixed with sadness on his face as he asked himself, "Does Mom really have favorites?" Then he smiled. "Nah. Besides, if she did, she'd like me best. I'm her first son!"

Joe made it in time and the three Lucas boys walked to school together. As they did, Nick thought about the feeling he'd had since that morning when he woke up. It was only Tuesday, but he had the strangest feeling today was going to be a great day. He shrugged it off and decided to, for the first time in his life, just go with the flow. If it was going to be a good day, he should just let it because that was a good thing, right? Right!

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Macy Misa was putting books away in her locker before the first bell rang for class when her best friend Stella Malone walked up to her. She stood next to Macy's locker, put on a sad face, and sighed a loud, exaggerated, sigh.

"Stella? What's wrong?" Macy asked sweetly, concern in her voice. If she realized that Stella sighed the way she did just to get noticed, she didn't show it.

"It's Joe," Stella said. "We kissed the day before yesterday, and once yesterday as well, but after that it's been really awkward between us. I don't know if he wants to be my boyfriend or if the kisses were just some sort of fluke or something."

"A fluke? Stella, no way! Joe totally likes you. Why else would he crash your date with Van Dyke and then kiss you after?" Macy asked. "Besides, everyone but you could totally tell he's always liked you. From the start."

"Really?" Stella asked hopefully.

"Totally," Macy assured her friend. "So you should ask him out. And tell him how you really feel. If you do, he will."

"No! The girl doesn't do the asking, the guy does!" Stella said. "Besides, I don't want to go first!"

"But what about feminism? You've always been a feminist! Besides, if you make the first move, that puts you in control of the relationship," Macy insisted. In actuality, she wasn't sure about the last part, but she knew Joe well enough now to know he was never going to make the first move. It was easier to convince Stella to tell Joe how she feels rather than convince Joe to tell Stella how he felt. "You have to tell him because if you don't then how will this relationship ever take off? And it has to because it's meant to be!"

"Maybe your right," Stella sighed.

"Of course I am," Macy said happily. She was so excited. If Stella agreed so easily, then maybe her best friend and one of the members of her favorite band would be couple by the next morning. And Macy, being the hopeless romantic she was, knew they'd be the perfect couple and couldn't wait to see it happen. And she knew Joe's brothers were getting as tired of Stella and Joe hiding their true feelings as she was.

"Now Macy, let's talk about your problem," Stella said slyly.

"My problem?" Macy asked. "What problem?"

"Your problem of being in love with Nick and not being to tell him," Stella answered so causally that she could've told Macy her problem was that she thought it was fun to be outside when it rained (which she did).

"What? Nick? I'm not in love with Nick!" Macy laughed nervously.

Stella gave her best friend a look that clearly said, 'Don't play stupid with me!' "Sure you do Mace," she said in a tone you'd use with a five year old when explaining to them there are no such things as monsters.

"No I don't Stella," Macy insisted.

"Macy Misa, I am your best friend and I know everything about you. You can't hide this."

"Give me one reason you think I'm in love with Nick of JONAS," Macy said.

Stella rolled her eyes at the familiar title her friend used for the Lucas brothers (though Stella hadn't heard Macy call the brothers "________ of JONAS in nearly six months). Then she said, "Remember that night I called you to tell you that Joe kissed me?"

"You mean two days ago? And the kiss you mentioned two minutes ago? Yeah, I remember," Macy said.

"Well I remember you saying you wished you had a JONAS for a boyfriend," Stella said.

"Well of course I want a JONAS for a boyfriend, I love JONAS," Macy said.

"Yes, but you also said that you wanted a JONAS for a boyfriend because you had a crush on one of them. You exact words were, "I wish I had a JONAS for a boyfriend. But not just any JONAS. A serious one with curly hair and dreamy brown eyes."

"So?" Macy said.

"So, that means you like Nick!" Stella said. "I was just so excited about Joe that I didn't process what you said that night, but I processed it last night. So, Miss. Misa, why don't you take your own advice and tell Nick how you feel. And if he feels the same way, you can ask him out."

"No!" Macy cried horror stricken. "First of all, I don't have feelings for Nick. Second of all, even if I did, which I don't, I wouldn't tell him. I would wait for him to tell me, if he felt the same way I felt even though he wouldn't even if I felt a certain way about him, which I still don't. So there!" And Macy stuck out her tongue childishly to finish her speech.

"Why wouldn't you tell him? Is this about the guy having to tell you first because guys aren't open with their feelings? Besides, what happened to feminism?"

"You're the feminist and not me," Macy reminded.

"What are you talking about?" Stella cried, outraged. "You're just as much of a feminist as I am." Macy knew this was true. And she also knew she liked Nick. A lot. She'd been crushing on every member of JONAS since the band made it big time and she'd heard about them, but since she got to know them and became friends with them, she got over her star struck phase (most of the time), though she was still the president of the JONAS fan club (it was good for college, plus she was still a big fan; their number one fan forever).

Since she got to know Kevin, Nick and Joe, she got over her obsessive crushes and developed a real crush on Nick. She knew it went beyond a crush a few months ago, after getting jealous of every girl Nick liked, or every girl that liked Nick and getting mad at Nick every time he went out with a girl and getting mad at a girl every time she rejected Nick. But she could never tell the serious Lucas that she liked him because he wouldn't feel the same way, and she couldn't take rejection. Her relationship with Nick wasn't like Stella and Joe's. Joe liked Stella back for sure. Nick only saw Macy as a friend.

As a result, Macy ignored the growing feelings, trying to get over her crush. She refused to admit to anyone she had been harboring these feelings for Nick for a long time. Nick was kind of going out with that airheaded girl Melinda anyway. They were on again off again for a couple months now. They were off right now, but Macy knew it wouldn't be long before they were on again. So she denied her crush to even her best friend.

The first bell soon rang for class and Macy gratefully departed for English as Stella left for math, the only two classes the two didn't have together.

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Macy loved English class because she loved to read. She also loved writing poetry. Nick, who was in Macy's English class and sat right in front of her, also felt the same way. He loved writing poetry as well, and he always found a way to turn his poetry into a song. A couple of them, including SOS, actually made the cut to be on one of the JONAS albums.

At the same time, Stella loved math class. She actually hated most math, but some parts had to do with business and measurement which related to making, buying, and selling outfits and material, so she was interested in that stuff. Besides that, she sat next to Joe which always made class great.

That day in the girls' classes, they both got lucky. Macy's English class was doing a poetry unit and their teacher said they should work in pairs to write a poem since writing a poem is always hard at first and working with a partner will make it easier. Of course Macy and Nick, who didn't actually need help but were happy to work with partners, chose each other because they were friends and they both loved the other's poetry. Only Nick was allowed to read the self conscious Macy's poetry (which was very good), and only Macy was allowed to read the poems Nick didn't make into good songs (which Macy always thought was good enough to be on an album).

In Stella's math class, Stella's teacher assigned them a double sided worksheet to be handed in for a grade forty minutes into the fifty minute period to be worked on in pairs. Stella and Joe, who were both bad at math (Joe worse than Stella since some aspects of math did interest Stella) worked with each other of course, because they were friends.

"Okay Nick, do you have an idea for a poem?" Macy asked.

"I do," Nick said nodding. "A love poem of course, so I can turn it into a song. And I'll give you credit of course."

"Me? My name will be on the sheet music of JONAS song? Awesome," Macy said dreamily, getting into fan girl mode for a minute. Seeing the look on Nick's face she quickly composed herself. "Sorry," she said. "Anyway, a love song. Or a love poem. You got it."

"Okay so the first line…I can't think of much," Nick said.

"How about thinking about it like a song instead of a poem?" Macy suggested. "That way we can work on the chorus first."

"Good idea. I want it to be about how even though love can get you down, you should hold on and keep trying anyway."

"Nice. I like it," Macy approved.

"Glad you do," Nick said.

"You should be glad," Macy teased, "since you know, you need my approval."

"Oh yeah, because you're such a big name in the music business," Nick said. "So you really like my idea Macy?" he asked, pretending to be nervous and pretending that Macy was a big name in the music biz.

"That's Miss. Misa to you, even if you are my best client," Macy said in a producer voice. "And I do like the idea, but you better get words on paper and music to the words by tomorrow or you are finished!"

"Wow Mace, you'd make a tough producer!" Nick laughed.

"Hey, no pain, no gain," Macy shrugged.

"You would know," Nick said. "What with all the sports and all."

"Well, you know…" Macy laughed. "It was a lot of pain, but worth it. Now I'm the best player on every team I'm on."

"Oh, how modest you are" Nick said sarcastically.

Macy giggled "Sorry," she said. "I know I'm kind of smug, but that's what everyone says…that I'm the best player on the team I mean. I want to be in the Olympics you know."

"Yeah, I know."

"Oh, did I tell you already?" Macy asked.

"No Stella told me," Nick replied.

"Well it's true. And I know will make it," Macy said confidentially. "I'm not sure what sports I want to be there for, but I know I want to compete in both the winter and summer Olympics. I think I want to do figure skating for winter and swimming for summer. Those are my two favorite sports."

"That's a really admirable goal Macy," Nick said.

"Thanks," Macy said blushing a bit.

"And you know, I've seen you play. You really are an athlete. I know you'll make it to the Olympics too," Nick went on.

"Oh wow, thank you Nick," Macy said, blushing even more. Nick gave her one of his rare smiles and Macy's heart skipped a beat.

'Wow this is really not helping my whole get over Nick thing,' Macy thought.

"Ohhhh, this poem is so hard," one of Macy's friends from volleyball groaned.

Macy looked over at her. "Oh, Larissa, it's not bad," Macy said.

"Yeah it is!" Lisa, Larissa's partner complained. "It's not fair Macy, you're so good at writing poems and so is Nick, so you two shouldn't be working together!"

"If you try, you should have no trouble at all," Nick said.

The teacher, Mrs. Smith, cleared her throat loudly. "Mr. Lucas, Ms. Misa, please do not disturb the other students by engaging in conversations." She looked at Lisa and Larissa. "And you two, don't start conversations. All of you, start your poems and talk about them."

Macy and her two friends rolled her eyes. Only Nick decided it was time to get back to work.

"Okay, so let's start with a title," Macy said.

"Well, I usually think of the title last, but if you want to…" Nick started.

But Macy wasn't listening. "Let's see, what did you say the song was about? About holding on after love gets you down…sounds kind of like Avril Lavigne's Keep Holding On…That's it! We'll call it Hold On!"

"Hold On? That's a good idea Macy," Nick said smiling. Macy smiled back, proud of herself.

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"Okay Joe, let's start," Stella said. Stella and Joe were sitting in Mr. Pascal's math class, ready to do the worksheet.

"This probability stuff is stupid," Joe said.

"Yeah, I know," Stella agreed. "But our grade depends on this. And math is my second worst subject. So let's do this right."

Joe raised his eyebrows. "You're better at math than me," Joe said.

"Well I'm not going to do the whole thing. Then what will you do?"

"I'm just here to look good Stells," Joe said, flipping his hair cockily.

Stella rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a giggle.

Joe looked surprised. "Normally you wouldn't laugh at that. What's up Stells?

"Yeah I know. I'm not sure why that struck me as funny," Stella replied. She smiled, staring at Joe.

"Uh Stella? Quit the stare. You're creeping me out," Joe aid.

"Oh! Right, sorry," Stella said. She thought back to what Macy said that morning.

"You have to tell him because if you don't then how will this relationship ever take off? And it has to because it's meant to be!"

Maybe she should tell Joe how she felt after all. "Hey Joe, can I come over after school?" she asked.

"Sure you can Stella. You know you're always welcome."

"Great!" Stella replied.

Stella was glad she had to work with Joe on this math worksheet even if she knew she would probably end up doing all the work, because at least this opportunity had convinced her to take Macy's advice and tell Joe how she felt. But she knew she better do it today, or else she'd chicken out. She had only one thought as she left math and Joe that day. 'I hope Macy's right about Joe liking me back.'

A/N: Well, that's it. So far anyway. I will publish the next chapter if I get five reviews. Thanks guys!